Fat Joe - Another Wild Nigga From the Bronx lyrics

Aiyyo Fat Joe, it's your first album right?
You comin out the South Bronx
Time to let brothers know what time it is

TS in the house, yo TS in the house

Yeahhh like this!
Chilly Dee (represent, and uh)
Gizmo (represent, and uh)
Keith Keith (represent, and uh)
King Sun (represent, and uh)
Fat Joe (represent, and uh)
Uptown (represent, and uh)
Uptown (represent, and uh)
Uptowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn!

I'm from the West Bubblefuck
So fasten your seatbelts and buckle up
I'm the type of brother to beat
You down then fuck you up
Grabbin the mic to rock on tonight to
See if the crowd will care
Step to the Gizzy you dare
You get lit up like a flare
From the, Bronx the Boogie Down battleground
Uptown turn smiles to frowns as
I smack clowns around
Shorts I don't take em
Bones I fracture and break
So make not one mistake
Or you get eat like steaks at Frank's G
Jack in June, gettin swept, with a broom soon
To meet your doom
Mornin night or the afternoon
Harassin the mic
With a verbal assault of rap
Stick lyrics back to back, that'll pack
To keep myself on wax hot like an iron
To defeat the kids you gotta keep tryin
If you spread any rumors sayin
You took me out, you're lyin
A human beat is struck I know
When it really sounds trunk
I'm never ever buck I don't give a fuck
If you think that I'm a sucker
Parties that I've made
People wonder how long it lasted
Lyrics that are so hardcore
It'll leave you flabbergasted
Gasp for air, inhale it hold it in
And just wait for the rest
Of the posse to begin
I'm the human beat magician with
The bag full of fun
Ammunition's the addition to
The sawed offfff!

Run for help when the mic's in my hand
I kick rhymes like I'm a rap Van Damme
And eat MC's like a cake or a slice of pie
I'm not a pimp but I bop like I'm Superfly
People say who's he? I'll give any crew beef
So act like you know or get ate-n like stew
Chief i hold my own yet don't stand alone
I'm well known go 'head and front and get
Smoked like a neckbone
Think you better chill troop
Cause, I'm not havin that
And flippin on niggas just
Like a somersaultin acrobat
Go get your crew and y'all
Still couldn't do the man
I'm blowin up in ninety-three like an ash can
I know niggas sip this
Bitches wanna dip this
I snatch your girl up and
Molest her like a rapist
Huh, go 'head and look real
Hard like I'm a sucker
I'll beat that ass like the LA trucker fucker
So step up and let me hear your response
Yeah, yo, another wild nigga from the Bronx

Mr fifty Two pick-up, nobody move
It's a stick-up, which proves
My getaway is butter smooth
I'm not the Smooth Operator with the ladies
But, I get kinda crazy if you
Let me pick the daisies
One thing never say run, King Sun
I never ran, cause in my hand, I keeps a gun
Representin where I'm from in a bumrush
Roll up, flip, then be out on the hush hush
Don't touch or feel, it's real
Showin mad skills hotter than heat
Yet colder than the Catskills
Don't play the yard
Fake Gods ain't got nuttin for me
I'm loungin with Tone and Corey
On one-six oh, then I go and check Fat Joe
On Trinity, the South Bronx vicinity
Smokin up your favorite MC like
A dread smoke skunk
Cause, I'm another wild nigga from the Bronx
Hittin em up, settin em up, splittin em up
Gettin em up rippin em up, trippin em up
Bag em! Zippin em up
Makin them shout, playin them out
Son ain't the one
The bigga the nigga to bust em
With the sawed off shotgun

Aww shit, what we have here
Ninety-three and it's a brand new year
My name is Fat Joe I got shit locked down
Runnin with the Latins and
The blacks from Uptown
It's a damn shame, you better maintain
I'm causin hysteria blowin niggas
Out the frame yes I can-can, I'm the Fat Man
Never run, never ran, it's not in the plan
I got skills you best chills
Get off the dillsnilz
Your rhymes are trash and no frills
Carbon copy you're sloppy
See Joe ain't the one
I'm beatin bootleggers down with King Sun
Rollin over niggas like a truck
I come from the Bronx, aka, West Bubblefuck
My rhymes are homicidal, I take your title
I'm Joe Da Fat Gangsta, far from Billy Idol
I get you open on the freestyle tip
Now are you hip to the way
I flip the script? Hah i'm Puerto Rican
I'll leave you dead and stinkin
I pimp in my beamer
Do my drivebys in a Lincoln
Hip-Hop was born Uptown, the Boogie Down
If you bring your whole crew I shut 'em down!
I'm known from state to state
For shootin down punks
I'm another wild nigga from the Bronx