Da Fat Gangsta

[Fat Joe] Yeah.. uh-huh.. Chill.. hah, yeah.. C'mon.. I'm comin rougher than the roughest motherfucker could get Playin' Russian Roulette, never lost a bet yet Bluffin, ain't my style, niggas ain't sayin nothin Cause I'm buckwild without frontin Raw to the core, I grew up poor Once I hit the door, I began to explore Curiosity killed my cat, but not me Because I learned how to kill with agility I grew up in the South Bronx, punch you in your mouth punk I know these streets like Fred Sanford knows junk In the trunk of a car lays a body Head decapitated, bust him with my shotty Stabbed the mug, to make sure, he wasn't comin back Now police, can picture that, with a Kodak.. huh! They can't stop me with a homicide investigation Cause if they do my crew is hittin up the station Your best bet, is to let me jet Cause I bring war, like a vet, when I'm upset.. huh! I'm not the one you wanna play out in a program Yo, you better tell them who the hell I am "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" Yeah! (2X) "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" Tell em who the hell I am "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" [Fat Joe] Now on the hip-hop tip, I'm no joke Get live at a jam, and leave a system broke when I spoke MC's froze, but I never said freeze Hopin I don't hit em like a fucked up disease Fall up in the club, Mr. Hype for a night Choke a rapper with a cord, hang him from the lights.. huh! Now you do wanna mess around with the Fat Man Cause you see my face in every newsstand Every other magazine from Billboard to Spin Pick it up and read Fat Joe strikes again How true, I'm not about weed and brew I'm just another papichulo like the rest of my crew So give me the microphone This jam is dedicated to my main man Tone Cause he flips, and I flip, and we flip the script And you know, you don't wanna get your ass WHIPPED Party over here, another in the hospital Lincoln, Memorial, notice that's how I sent you, hah I was the one who played the shoot 'em up games Here's another patient, and yo what's my name? "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" Yeah! (2X) "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" Tell em who the hell I am "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" [Fat Joe] So I cruise around in the B-M Or in the Benz, hurtin enemies and makin new friends They shake my hand, smile in my face The nine's in my waist, so there won't be a chase That's it, the situation is blown out of proportion When you leave, you must use caution Look over your shoulder, even on your block When I come to visit, you know you're in shock So don't say who is it, act like you know Kickin down doors is the Gangsta Fat Joe And I got no time for games My name is goin down in the gangsta hall of fame "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" Yeah! "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" Tell em who the hell I am "This is Joe Da Fat Gangsta" [Fat Joe] Yeah.. Fat Joe Da Gangsta Representin in ninety-three Peace to my man Diamond D Peace out to my man Ski This jam is ?letido?, ha hah