Music Lyrics - Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] 

Coca! 

Krillz-mania 

BX, T.S. 'til I die muh'fuckersssss 

CRACK! Ka-ka-ka-Crack-Crack-Crack, aowwww! 

Yeah, wave hi at the bad guy 

And you can ice grill when I drive by 

See if I be givin a fuck 

My hands on the woodgrain, fat ass tucked 

Ha ha, shit a nigga just came off tour 

Mister Mister Rainman, I'm makin it pour 

I 'member when I used to have to play that hard 

Apartment 5B, Forrest Projects y'all 

A nigga too fat, so I couldn't play ball 

So I hit the strip, started flippin that raw 

My pants would sag, now they callin me Crack 

Used to love graffiti, so I made it my tag 

Me and Tone Montana we was bangin them hammers 

before New York niggaz, ever wore bandanas 

Got so much money, a nigga would abuse it 

Then I left the streets alone for the love of the music 

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[Chorus: Cherlise] 

You know I never dreamed that I could be perfect 

Cause that's the only thing that I've ever been, ohh 

And when I look back on my life it's all worth it 

Because I know I know my people believe me, I do it for love 

[Fat Joe] 

Yeah, yo 

They say Joe too selfish, he won't let us in the door 

I say shit I could have left Pun in front of that store 

Could have left Remy Ma ass in Castle Hill 

Where every other day another nigga get killed 

They say what's Cool without Dre? 

I say shit, what if them niggaz never met Jose? 

Hell 'Ve was a great DJ 

Now he produce Roc Boyz, headed for a Grammy 

What if I would have told Khaled to stop buggin me? 

He'd probably never be President of that company 

Shit you probably woulda never heard the movement 

I ain't gotta talk, I ain't gotta prove shit 

Scott Storch is the best, they kept sleepin on him 

Cause he's a white boy, he kept ghostbeatin for 'em 

Dropped "Lean Back," then that shit hit and guess what? 

I made the nigga rich cocksuckers! 

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[Chorus] 

[Fat Joe] 

I was never into girls, I was just into my music 

Dropped so many hits, still them niggaz just confuse it 

Went to my old school, gave 'em some computers 

And the niggaz in the hood still be sayin I don't do shit 

Bein they ain't got no love in they hearts 

I just moved to Miami, copped a crib and a yacht 

I bought my little daughter an equestrian park 

Now she's ridin horses, tell me that ain't hot 

Sade, Luther Vandross 

Stephanie Mills, El DeBarge 

I used to look at them like Gods 

Now tell me why a nigga wouldn't go hard? 

Bye {?} boricua, why you hatin on me papi? 

It's been sweet 16, still them haters can't stop me 

In fact man I'm just like Rocky 

Lordy we did it baby, you keep goin shopping 

[Chorus] 

[Fat Joe - over Chorus] 

Yeah, man I did it for the music! 

I did it for the love 

Ha! I mean Mother's Day I'm performin for your mother 

and your girl... can't even be with my family man 

You know what? Be careful what you wish for 

Joe Crack's here to let you know the workin man is not a SUCKER 

9 to 5 man you get to go home and be wit'cha kids man 

I'm in Budapest somewhere 

I'm in Africa where the heat come, Crack bitch, aowww!