Fat Joe - J.O.S.E. lyrics

Aiyyo Crack
These niggas is playin' mad childish games
Niggas act like it's a rap
Yeah it's a rap, for y'all motherf-rr-uckers
Niggas replacin' the 'G' in gangsta
With PR's and W's
Pranksta wanksta-ass niggas
You know roses on caskets of
Those that oppose the squadus
Fuck tri-borough, we reppin' five borough
Get at these niggas straight music!

Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat
I can't believe niggas schemin' on Jo-seph
Nah man, this ain't the way it's goin down
Niggas talk too much shit
And I jump like the sound
They fear my presence like the rest of them
Jose's the bettin' informer
Flesh-n-blood like the president
Now maybe I'm a target on the pedastal
Got a little fame now
Niggas wanna harm me for my revenues
Start ya little beef
That's the shit I love to eat
I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed
My own niggas let them hoes make 'em envy
Posin' like they friendly when I'm
Knowin' they resent me
That's the shit that get me aggrevated
It be the same niggas in ya face
Talkin' bout "I'm glad ya made it"
Fake niggas jers' State niggas
Funny how cake can make ya
Learn to hate niggas
You've now tuned in to the sounds of Jose
Where we push sex, money, drugs
And violence all day
Mostly heard in penals and project hallways
And by niggas blowin' trees out
The back of OJ's

(J) These jealous niggas is
Worse than bitches!
(O) The ones that get knocked
Is bound to turn snitches!
(S) Still talkin' shit, still ain't shit!
(E) You envious niggas can suck my dick!

(J) Hahaha, ohhh, now y'all feelin' the kid
(O) yeah, nigga
South Boogie ain't goin nowhere
(S) Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is
(E) Blaze niggas over beats, in the streets
Joe Crack gon' hold that down
You seen the kid up in the clubs BET, MTV
On yo' block, on my block
However you wanna fuckin' slice it
Bastards, POOF!

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