Watch Out Lyrics - Fat Joe

Yeah! 

Straight out the heroin infested streets of the Bronx 

Home of corrupt cops 

Where niggaz get they motherfuckin wigs pushed back 

even if they don't fake jax 

Fat Joe, bringin forth the illest motherfuckers 

in this whole rap game 

Hey yo Armageddon, let these motherfuckers know 

You look, I look, you invite it, I took 

I forever wearin it, you know stone cold crook 

What's truth, what's lie? Who's people, who spy? 

It's life and death, choose live or die 

Ultimates who made em why do we even exist? 

When we die is there heaven or is it total blackness? 

For any touch there's a feeling 

Touch and y'all felt 

We can exchange shots, until our chambers melt 

There's mad tension in the air (mad tension in the air) 

over one man's stare, you wanna dare, yo Crack 

Eject the Czech from the glove compartment 

Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like arson 

It's dangerous business 

Opposites, these strangers be bendin opposites 

So put your face in mine, best brace your spine 

Cause opposites may attract, but they don't combine 

My impact so fat, you feel your vertabrates grind 

Now delayed second thoughts run through your mind 

When my slugs connect, and strike your major arteries 

When my fists connect, they causin major injuries 

What you know Junior? You not evil 

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Uhh, the South Bronx is the wrong place to visit 

I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it 

Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines 

Hey yo Punisher, hit em with that ill type rhyme 

Yo, I cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig' 

My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm a nasty kid 

I blast a pig and slit his throat just for? L 

My skills {undecipherable} puffin boom in Hell 

I doom the world like I was God and throw my gun away 

Then snatch the moon out the sky, and blow the sun away 

Me and my brothers play hardball 

Strictly hardcore, lyrics til I'm finished breakin God's laws 

My job's raw but I gotta do it - I'm feelin high then buddhaed 

so you might get shot and lose a lot of fluid 

The spot I blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids 

I would earn a wage with the thirty gauge 

There's dirty ways to get paid if you got the balls 

Just load the glock and cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers 

Don't stop or pause, let the shotty go up his butt 

to finish up, punchin body blows and uppercuts 

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The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit 

I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it 

Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines 

Hey yo Keith Nut, hit em with that ill type rhyme 

Yo, I cause damage, rap's redhanded bandit 

Well I'll be god damnit, I kick ass like I'm yo' parents 

Prepare for the slaughter when my brain is out of order 

Got kicked out my church cause I got caught fuckin my preacher's daughter 

Menace like Dennis on the M.I.C. 

You best run son, I'm sendin emcees up shit's creek 

So don't sleep, cause I creep, on New York streets 

like I'm a big fat dick, wack emcees is ass-cheeks 

Yo, I'm that nigga that'll kidnap yo' kids 

Take em home, fuck em good, then send em back to you in bandages 

You lose, cause I got, the ill street, and still keep 

the toast close, and rep-a, resent-a, the East coast 

So watch your back black, Bronx niggaz don't play 

If you ever fake jax, I'll slit yo' throat like O.J. 

Yeah, that's my motherfuckin crew 

Straight out the South Bronx 

The livest motherfuckin corners of the Bronx 

Keepin in realer, my motherfuckin nigga Keith Nut 

Armageddon the Reddin 

My nigga Big Dog Punisher 

Straight out the Full Eclipse Camp 

All you motherfuckers know the times, yeah 

Watch your motherfuckin back 

Blow out the back of your domepiece 

D.I.T.C. forever motherfucker.