Fat Joe - Livin' Fat lyrics

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Would you believe that Fat Joe would
Flip a style like this?
I can't get played, cause I
Roll with Baby Chris, nevertheless
Niggas be tryin' to front the role
When everybody knows, I'm gonna go gold
At least
Kickin' the funky styles that you wanna hear
Joe is bigger and better, so have no fear
I'll be rippin' the mic, clockin' dough
Stickin' the hoes
After every single show, you know (Know)
One of the best to grab the
Mic so don't try to front
Ain't nuttin here yours
So what the fuck you want?
When I step on stage, I'm second to none
Makin MC's run, without the use of a gun
Yeah talkin' about the way I rock a party
Niggas must be thinkin' that I'm
High or drunk on Bacardi
I be hippin' and hoppin'
Rockin' and shockin', the whole rap scene
I'm mean, my favorite color is green
I guess that's why they call it the blues
Your money you lose 'cause you
Choose to disrespect and neglect
The skills of the Fat one, but I'm all that
Son gimme the microphone and I'ma show you
How it's gonna be done
So don't fake moves 'cause I never fall
That's how I'm livin'
Hey yo, I'm livin' fat y'all

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
Hey yo, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
Hey yo, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
Hey yo, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
Hey yo, I'm livin' fat

Look at the way I freak this style
I'm versatile
Niggas don't want the funk because
They know I'm buckwild
Could you believe the rappers
That they talk shit
While I be rippin' the microphone and
All my records are hit's
The name is Fat Joe, I'm on the down low
I chill with Lord Finesse
You know I got the flow
I be freakin' the funk, not fakin'
The funk, you're facin' a punk, yeah
Fuck around and you'll be layin' in the dumps
I got props, believe it or not
I never got caught because I
Pay off the cops, yeah
One of the livest niggas in New York
Sometimes I be chillin' with Son
Sometimes I be chillin' with Hawk
You know that Brooklyn in the
House and Uptown is too
I gotta be sayin' 'peace, "' to the Boogie
The Bronx crew
Pete, Sap, Brim, Vayo Mack, Gizmo, Nicer, BG
My main man Crack so now you know the flav
And you know the time
Brothers always be tellin' me
"Joe why don't you kick a Fat rhyme?"
So I don't front on my peeps
Kick a verse or two, then be out, and peace G
So don't try to step to dis
You know you take a fall
Ask how I'm livin', hey yo, I'm livin Fat
Y'all

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
Ayo, I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
Ayo, I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
Ayo, I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

Ayo, I'm livin' fat
Ninety-three, Lord Finesse, Fat Joe
Diamond D showbiz and AG, DITC and I'm out