Fat Joe Follow

Intro: [police sirens]

[noreaga and fat joe talking]

[fat joe]

Yo, yo, ones for the cash, twos for my facilty
Threes for all the m-3s
Racin across the tapenze
? matchin cs? followed by the white lincoln
Drivin like I aint thinkin
Wit my hats and lights blinkin, let the lah sink in
On the way to home base,
First clown in my face is gettin thrown out the place
We rush shit, untouchable don shit, thats nothin new
Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you
That had a bad case of joe, some even had to go
Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know
We la
ugh and joke, while we bag in the coke
My a done make the worst things out the cast of different strokes
Im addicted to street life, although it doesnt seem right
Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right?
And whos to say that Im to blame(blame)
We only pawns in this game(game)
Decision: grow cocaine
I dont want no cure for this, you switch, I pour the cris
And just, stay rich, and reminisce, while I count my chips

Chorus

[noreaga]

Yo you scared to death, misery need company
Crab slackers, niggas actin like they mad rappers
Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal
Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain
Throw the range off, police-iano
Watch for hondo, they lookin at our poster now, playin us closer now
The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us
And you wonder why you cant find us

[fat joe]

I ? ton and tender? wit millionaires, gave a million stares
Made a million scared, my beats don knocked
For what seemed like a million years, yea
This illegal life I cant avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go
Thats why Im paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fa
ct
I got the flawless acs wit gats to get that enormous stack
Joey crack, the mack without the hat
And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my cadillac
I bet you hate it cuz we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lost
T.s.ll make the baddest crews take a loss
Break your balls like bahondo, call me don joe
Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough
Booked the nine oclock, flight to alando
So-called killers turned snitches like rivono
That nigga gauno up in m-c, is bein friendly
Everytime I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me
My heart is empty, never feelin remorse
I got a sniper one killed in the cross ready to kill your boss

Chorus

[noreaga]

Yo, yo jose luis, smoke lah like the reverand
Look in the skies, clouds look like coke n heaven
Like whoever sittin on pies two, gettin high too
Mad fly too, a thug too
Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos
Keep the shit tight just like, jose cansecos
Batting stance, a majorly we glance,
And gotta yell "what, what!"
Cuz thug niggas dont dance yo
I told niggas, that you did it for show,
But niggas thought
you was ill yo
Even your hoe, yo for real youngblood Im really afraid so
Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough
Impost-os, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-os
My niggas rollin those, fontos and hydros
You know how that goes, des light it up though
We stay smokin it, tone-locin it,
Me and fat joe still provoking it

Chorus

(ha ha, mad rappers, stain off, range off, watch out
Polic-ianos, pabolos
Amigos...fat joe, fat joe, fat joe, yea yea)