Fat Joe - Heavy Weights lyrics

Yeah (y'all niggas is crazy)
Don carta' bomb harder
(we makin' a bomb mayne)
Terror squad, what, what?
(hey yo, uh, ye yo, terror squad)
Don carta' bomb harder
(suave house) what the fuck?
Violator, violator! yeah, uh, yo

No heart, that's why them other niggas foul
Eight hit me in the cell
Said to meet him in the atl
At 12 up in the gentelman's club
Where you ain't fuckin' nothin' less
You givin' up dubs
Feelin' the love, from tha killers and thugs
Players and pimps, ladies and gents
Swift in the butt
Not givin' a fuck, that's the life I live
Trife like this
Blow you up wit yo wife and kids


I dislike my bitch
But I still gotta deal wit her
16 shot meal getter
That's why I'm still wit her for real nigga
You couldn't possibly lock with me
My squad be bringin' more
"havoc" than "prodigy" ain't no stoppin' me
I got killers that'll pop for me
Run up in my stash and give
That ass more beef than broccoli
With no apology, yo blocks'll be my property
Cop a seat and watch
The terror squad prophecy

(this is for the heavyweights)
Make no mistakes
Thirty six O's is my favorite kind of cake
(this is for the heavyweights)
We runnin' from jail
Stackin' that mail, tippin' the scale
(this is for the heavyweights)
Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice
I'm so big, niggas see me twice
(this is for the heavyweights)
We three guys, that don't play those games
You got beef with us, nigga say our names
(this is for the heavyweights)
Hey yo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice
I'm so big, niggas see me twice
(this is for the heavyweights)
We three guys, that don't play those games
You got beef with us, nigga say our names

Yeah, yeah take it to the next level, Joe
Crack and big ball
Blaze up the hay, one two, mic check y'all
All been warned, this heavyweight combination
Connected in the disclosed location
So niggas won't be runnin' up and
Make me have to slug at, above that
Part of yo' body where
Your bulletproof hug at
Rugrat, you better find some mo'
Kids to play with three titanic niggas
We ain't got to say shit
Our way shit, do some real make em pay shit
Them niggas wit me that don't rap
Them the one's that spray shit
Pop pop, with the chop chop, out the drop top
Drip drip, goes a nigga blood
Til his heart stop
Hard times made a nigga write
A lot of hard rhymes hard lines from my mind
Took eightball big time
With fat joe and big pun
I guarantee don't none of
Y'all tricks want none

Yo, hey yo fuck you! fuck
Your whole crew for breathin'
Fuck your mother, your father, your kids
For no reason i don't give a fuck if you
Da wildest nigga on earth
It's one planet and I'm the
Fattest motherfucker in the universe
You worse than a motherfuckin'
Snake in the grass fake for the cash
Wait til you pass? shake and you crash
You pay for yo' acts
And all the mistakes you made in yo' past
Hope you get raped in yo' ass while you
Takin' a bath
Up north - you wouldn't last a day and a half
I'll bet my weight and my
Stack, a razor will slash
Yo' face and yo' ass
Before you can say, "take me at last
I'm ready for death"
Now you just heavenly strapped
A cherry with lips, a fairy or bitch
You barely exist
You motherfuckers ready for this?
Grab your crucifix
Tell God I'm coming for your juicy lips
You'se a bitch, don't let me run up in
Yo crib with the ruthlessness
Bruising shit enough to hurt
And pain I'll bring
Think y'all pray for pun, nigga say my name
I don't play those games
You picked the wrong nigga to fuck with
Punk bitch, that's why yo' mother suck dick!
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