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[Fat Joe]
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Ahhhhhhh yeah!
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Da Fat Gangsta
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
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You gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know Joe
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[Fat Joe]
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Bust it, check it, watch how I wreck it
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Niggaz watch your back, shit is gettin hectic
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I catch vibes like Count Basie, sucker won't face me
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I'm so much flavor you can taste me
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I'm underground like a gutter
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You never catch me - stutter, everybody knows that I'm butter
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I'm not the man with sensitivity
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The name is Fat Joe, the label's Relativity, huh
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I chop a rapper like a meat cleaver
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I'm burnin hot, people think I have a fever, check it
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If niggaz wanna front, then come widdit
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If you're havin second thoughts, well then forget it, see
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I dig in my crates, I don't per-pa-trates
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I got shit sewn, like Billy Bathgate
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Beware like Cocoa, yo I'm not a slow boat
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Got so much dough I va-cate in Acapulco
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Crazy as they come I'm not the one, we can do this
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with the hands, or take it to the guns..
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You know I can flow, the name is Fat Joe
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I can flow, I can flow, I can flow
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Chorus
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[Fat Joe]
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Yeah, yeah
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Everybody knows Fat Joe's in town
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Nuff respect for the Boogie Down
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I'm livin in the Bronx on an Ave called Trinity
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My name rings bells, within the vicinity
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Peace to the money makers always plottin mono
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Together we gettin dough, just like Lucky Luciano
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People always tell me, yo you're dope Joe
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But I'm not a car, so I don't get gassed like Amoco
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Never ate the paint, no I'm not a sucker
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Never liked ? so to Hell with the ?rucker?
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Always on my own never sweatin nobody
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Warm up a crowd like a bottle of Bacardi
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I can kick it this way, I can kick it thattaway
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I kick a funky style, from New York to Pasquetaway
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Suckers best scram
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Now in ninety-three it's all about the Fat Man
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Peace to Finesse, Showbiz and A.G.
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Gizmo, Little Hec', and Kool Micskit (say what?)
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My crew from Uptown
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And if you mess around, then you'll catch a beatdown
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See I got this in a smash
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If a rapper steps up, he'll get smoked
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like a blunt full of hash
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My style of rap is legendary
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Fuck with the man, then you'll end up in the cemetary
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And that's word to Ma Duke
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I never fake moves, I'll go out like a troop
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So act like you know, the name is Fat Joe
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I can flow, I can flow, I can flow
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Chorus
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[Fat Joe]
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Yeah
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See I rip the mic if you put me to a test
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Troop it gets so bad, I make you wanna wear a vest
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Cause I'm too hot to handle
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Knockin niggaz out like ?Livingston Bramble?
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Rappers come heavy, but yo I weigh a ton
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I won't lose weight cause I'm not on the run
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I'm on point like a sniper, hyper than the hyper
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On the DL, overlooked by C-Cypher
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Never get caught, I'm on top with my game
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Flip a fat ride, there's no need for a train
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Rappers come close, but they just can't make it
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When it comes to the funk, you know I won't fake it
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Peace to Serge, and my right hand Flex
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And when I grab the mic nobody wants to rock next
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The name is Fat Joe, cause Joe is livin Fat
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Niggaz gettin jealous cause I got a contract
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But I don't sweat it, I know the style is raw
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You can't compare me to a cornball
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And you know I kick game like a hottie
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Now in ninety-three, they should free John Gotti
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If you step, battle and I'm gonna mash your toes
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You know I got the flow
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Chorus 1.5X
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Flow Joe
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| Fat Joe |
