Envy Lyrics - Jealous One's Envy - Fat Joe

Yo This is going out to all my peeps locked down 

Charlie Rock, LD 

All my peeps who passed away, yeah 

Verse 1: 

I remember when we used to chill on a hill 

When Forest Projects, used to be Godsville 

Brothers was wilin, others was cool 

Some hit the island, some smoked fools 

Me I chose the life of crime since day one 

13 years old, already trying to cop a gun 

I never understood why my pops would beat me 

No matter what I did, yo he'd still mistreat me 

That's why I never listened to a thing he said 

And I wasn't just mad when I used to wish him dead 

Instead, me and Ma Dukes kept tight 

Promised that one day everything would be alright 

14 Years old, cutting mad classes 

Puffing on a bone, breaking car glasses 

Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind 

Shook motherfuckers on the block droppin dime 

Everybody knew Joey Crack represented 

And if I told then I'd take your life 

Hey Yo, I meant it 

That's the way it goes 

When you deal with the real fake jacks 

And get your cap peeled 

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Hey Joey, let's just get this money 

Brothas just be wilin 

Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody 

Brothas they been triflin 

Verse 2: 

Yeah Momma never said life would be so hard 

sometimes i find myself alone just praying to god 

Hoping that today won't be the last 

I mean, Just the other day this kid I knew got blasted 

(Say Word) Word, it wasn't over no cash. 

It was over some broad who liked to auction off the ass 

He was a cool kid, although we lost him big 

If he was a real nigga, then he wouldn't have got did 

Life's trife, and then you die 

Nobody dies of old age, but in the hands of another guy 

That's why I keeps an alibi 

Juliani wants to see a brother fry 

So I maintain to keep my mind peace focused 

Keep the gat there in case a nigga wanna smoke this 

Times are difficult on the streets of New York 

It's kinda hard trying to hope for and not get caught 

Blue eyes is on my back with intentions of arresting me 

But they won't get the best of me 

Cause riches are my destiny 

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CHORUS 

Verse 3: 

No one expected me to blow like this 

What was once hand me downs 

Is now the best of? atanovich? 

Yukon Jeeps creepin through the streets 

Catching the eye of every big booty cheek freak 

Daten rims so shiny you can see your reflection 

Green plush interior, under the seat 

The heat for protection 

Momma look at me now 

Got a house in Long Isle for my spouse and my child 

D.E.L. condos for first impression hoes 

No more holes in my gibros 

Strictly denim and clothes 

Airwaves blasting my latest single 

All up in the Mecca Club 

Making Lucci while I mingle 

Jingle jewels in the face of past enemies 

Eat your heart out son, you never was a friend to me 

CHORUS 

Big Joe, South Bronx 

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