Say Word Lyrics - Jealous One's Envy - Fat Joe

Yeah, don't get it fucked up 

This shit is realer than you think 

Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream 

Drivin them beemers, them NSX's, them Lexus 

All up in the clubs, buyin out the bars and shit 

Uhh, money man in the house 

Yeah, uhh. 

Sparks are flashin from oowops blastin 

A face gets bashed in for street crews clashin 

Forever be forever great 

It's the same shit tomorrow, eulogies of sorrow 

Nonstop dramas, chumps think they hard smokin? 

It's all for steel my son, light as a tongue 

The connections I got, I can lamp while you get done 

Remember that, I dismember cats that act 

A plain and simple fact is I react on impact 

I'm plenty versatile, wild 

Have you screamin like your head short a few vials 

No more slabs and dollar cabs 

Strictly Lexus Coupes with my troops feel the Alpine blast 

Extra dark tints, for sticky events 

Suspense makes the lead dispense 

A baby oil massage when I'm feelin intense 

Fly mami's with ki's taped to their bo-ties 

Transportin through a airport securities 

In cahoots with the San Juan authorities 

Hated by majorities, loved by minorities 

Uhh, the top dog,? 

Hazardous to your health like smog 

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Chorus: Fat Joe (repeat 2X) 

(Say word) Word! Fuck what you heard 

Shit is realer than you think, you niggaz must be slow 

(Say word) Word! You best to act like you know 

It's that real nigga shit from Fat Joe 

[Fat Joe] 

Business chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters 

at Jimmy's Cafe, a glass of Peirier 

Chick go for celly book a room at the Holiday 

Inn, so I can get her and a friend 

Menage a trois livin the life of a star 

Overweight overpaid, pockets bustin out the seams 

While you suckers havin limousine dreams 

I got you all sized up, niggaz wise up 

A Fat Beat truck'll be pickin all you guys up 

Word to mother, shit is realer than you think 

Hit my lady with diamond rings, gold links and minks 

A nickel-plated trey-deuce, pearl handle is pink 

So there's no muggin, all you niggaz must be buggin 

The mac in the trunk's what I'm luggin 

(Say word) GEYEAH, save it for the hook 

Terror Squad's everywhere you look 

Niggaz is vexed from all the hoes I took 

From Trinity Ave all the ways down the Brook 

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Chorus 1.5X 

[Fat Joe] 

Yeah, goin out to my nigga Big Frank 

1-7-0 Joe 

Notorious One, yeah 

Uncle Dan got my back 

Charlie Rock L.D., up in Auburn, doin your time 

Swear to God when you come home you'll be on nigga 

Word is bond, Tony Montana, rest in peace