Fat Joe - Prove Something lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Fat Joe - Prove Something lyrics]
East New York! oh god!
Yeah, got that gangsta gangsta gully gully
Yeah, big business, Joe Crack the don
Terror Squad baby, BX boro
Holdin down to the death
It's nothin realer than this you heard
Uh what huh
Its like I'm always out to prove somethin
Everytime I stop on the block
I set up shop and try to move somethin
And I'm talkin about kilo's and pounds
Fuck a desert eagle
I got shit that spit over 300 rounds
Can tell by the scar on my neck
I spar with the best
Joey boombay ay, hit hard with the left
Sharp with the right
I don't know why I bother y'all not retarded
Man ya know what the squadron is like
And he can get it too
But, I let him die slow death
I probably just collecting his food
I'm deadin ya crew
To tell ya the truth we not stoppin
I'm like lil' lease from b-street
Man I keep poppin
The streets knockin my shit
The d's watchin my shift
We can do this however
East Glock or the fifth
I leave you chumps to frame
Right where you standin
Daughter slaughtered and maimed you should
Have paid the ransom
Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
Its the nigga Joe the Don
And the kid flow hard, ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit
Its the killa kid from the bronx
Holdin down to the death
You can hear the squad comin
By the sound of the techs
A hundred rounds in a sec
Leave you on front page
You would think I was down with the ROC
The way I "Just Blaze"
I puff haze to keep my mind at ease
Can't wait for the day to see Shyne released
This hip hop shit is unjust
Who you gon' trust
When most of these record label
Execs is dumb fucks
I keep a gun tuck under my belly
Only nigga on the island makin
Calls from the celly
We watchin belly on the DV, 60 inch TV
Flat shit attatch to the back of the CP
This game need me
I'm like gotti once I'm gone
All you gonna have left is
A bunch of fake dons
Champagne with the women
Run a game for the puddin it's all the same
Still runnin trains with my hoodmen
A bunch of goodmen, but don't get it confused
We like dinero in heat nigga, nothin to loose
I know you seen the shoot out scene
Don't make us reneact
Cuz I rather be layed up
In? with a featured actress
Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
Its the nigga Joe the Don
And the kid flow hard, ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit
Yeah, hell yeah, uh
Brought to you by the realest
Motherfuckers in this game
The infamous terror squad, yeah, real niggas
Real dons real G's haha, come on, woo uh
Ton' Montana rest in peace forever
Never forget big Pun!
Yeah, got that gangsta gangsta gully gully
Yeah, big business, Joe Crack the don
Terror Squad baby, BX boro
Holdin down to the death
It's nothin realer than this you heard
Uh what huh
Its like I'm always out to prove somethin
Everytime I stop on the block
I set up shop and try to move somethin
And I'm talkin about kilo's and pounds
Fuck a desert eagle
I got shit that spit over 300 rounds
Can tell by the scar on my neck
I spar with the best
Joey boombay ay, hit hard with the left
Sharp with the right
I don't know why I bother y'all not retarded
Man ya know what the squadron is like
And he can get it too
But, I let him die slow death
I probably just collecting his food
I'm deadin ya crew
To tell ya the truth we not stoppin
I'm like lil' lease from b-street
Man I keep poppin
The streets knockin my shit
The d's watchin my shift
We can do this however
East Glock or the fifth
I leave you chumps to frame
Right where you standin
Daughter slaughtered and maimed you should
Have paid the ransom
Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
Its the nigga Joe the Don
And the kid flow hard, ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit
Its the killa kid from the bronx
Holdin down to the death
You can hear the squad comin
By the sound of the techs
A hundred rounds in a sec
Leave you on front page
You would think I was down with the ROC
The way I "Just Blaze"
I puff haze to keep my mind at ease
Can't wait for the day to see Shyne released
This hip hop shit is unjust
Who you gon' trust
When most of these record label
Execs is dumb fucks
I keep a gun tuck under my belly
Only nigga on the island makin
Calls from the celly
We watchin belly on the DV, 60 inch TV
Flat shit attatch to the back of the CP
This game need me
I'm like gotti once I'm gone
All you gonna have left is
A bunch of fake dons
Champagne with the women
Run a game for the puddin it's all the same
Still runnin trains with my hoodmen
A bunch of goodmen, but don't get it confused
We like dinero in heat nigga, nothin to loose
I know you seen the shoot out scene
Don't make us reneact
Cuz I rather be layed up
In? with a featured actress
Its the T E R R O R squad, nigga get it right
Its the nigga Joe the Don
And the kid flow hard, ask the clique
Niggas be like you crazy, he got classic shit
Yeah, hell yeah, uh
Brought to you by the realest
Motherfuckers in this game
The infamous terror squad, yeah, real niggas
Real dons real G's haha, come on, woo uh
Ton' Montana rest in peace forever
Never forget big Pun!