Fat Joe - The Fugitive lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Fat Joe - The Fugitive lyrics]
Coca, muah elephant in the room
Crills
Early in the morning
Could barely feel my face
Cuttin' that raw raw hammer on my waist
My baby mammas' stressin'
I'm like fuck out of my face
Feds on my ass now, 'bout to catch a case
I'm about that "makin money"
I'm alergic to poor
Shit, I done made some hoes out
Of the girls next door
6 in the morning when they kick in the door
I'm probly outside the forge gettin'
Brain in the Porsche
What Porsche? My Porsche yeah the GT Porsche
Of course I floss like them DC boys
Shit, right at club love I
Fucked at least three broads
In the middle of the dancefloor
Such a sleazy whore now, headed for paradise
Carlos Bengante, jazz in the background
Harry Belafonte
Seagul in the clouds look honey im comin'
Different strokes, different folks
You guessed it, phillip Drummond
Now I'mma fuck the pussy 'till
The pussy get numb and
Roll over naked then we kush kush puffin'
This is way too easy though
I am the magnifico cuban is pride
But I'm much more like eazy though
If you don't believe me you can
See me on your TV yo tailor Made Versace
I'm with Khaled on that speedy boat
When it comes to latina
MC's there's none bigger
Now who's gonna tell me that
I can't say nigga?
Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga bitch ho
Cause some chicks is bitches
And some chicks is hoes
Some independent ladies yeah they
Make a lotta dough
So they get nuthin' but love
And respect from Fat Joe
I remember when I stepped in the game yo
Army fatigue with grey Nikes, that flow Joe
You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
You gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know Joe
You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
You gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know
I'm Borricua 'till I die motherfuckers
Yes I will detach you
I'll leave holes you can't cover with tattoos
All you lame souls keep
Prayin' to them statues
When I'm the ghetto God, I'll bless you
Achoo the one spitter, the can't get ridder
Major label dropped me what I do?
I got richer 80 babies terror on the corner
I'm the pitcher
Got a new connect and what I do?
I got richer ? the wop bam boo
Guess what, America we love you
And I'm a stay reppin' that TS Crew
And show ya motherfuckers how the BX do
Shit, every time I rockwild
It's more like a zoo
Blinds wrapped around the corner if
Your too late your blue
In that new white phantom
Call it: milk on wheels
Niggas wilin' like Joe jus ODed off pills
I ODed of crills, I ODed of mills
You Monopoly guys, haulin' in no billz
Shit, niggas keep askin': how
Come he so real?
6'1", light skin, got them green eyes, teal
Haha, it's the fugitive coca
I'm on the run, and I'm eatin' bitch
Street runner on this one, bitch
We'd like to welcome you
"elephant in the room"
(thank you, thank you) , bitch
Top of my game right now
Can't nobody see me man
We use different forms
Of transportation nigga
I'm on different planets than
Y'all niggas right now
You can deny all you want nigga
Coca's spittin' that shit
These streets is mine
Oh, I get on some Pun shit
What you want? That hardcore
Commercial shit?
What you wanna dance? Crills mania, nigga
BXTS! I owns this shit!
Crills
Early in the morning
Could barely feel my face
Cuttin' that raw raw hammer on my waist
My baby mammas' stressin'
I'm like fuck out of my face
Feds on my ass now, 'bout to catch a case
I'm about that "makin money"
I'm alergic to poor
Shit, I done made some hoes out
Of the girls next door
6 in the morning when they kick in the door
I'm probly outside the forge gettin'
Brain in the Porsche
What Porsche? My Porsche yeah the GT Porsche
Of course I floss like them DC boys
Shit, right at club love I
Fucked at least three broads
In the middle of the dancefloor
Such a sleazy whore now, headed for paradise
Carlos Bengante, jazz in the background
Harry Belafonte
Seagul in the clouds look honey im comin'
Different strokes, different folks
You guessed it, phillip Drummond
Now I'mma fuck the pussy 'till
The pussy get numb and
Roll over naked then we kush kush puffin'
This is way too easy though
I am the magnifico cuban is pride
But I'm much more like eazy though
If you don't believe me you can
See me on your TV yo tailor Made Versace
I'm with Khaled on that speedy boat
When it comes to latina
MC's there's none bigger
Now who's gonna tell me that
I can't say nigga?
Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga bitch ho
Cause some chicks is bitches
And some chicks is hoes
Some independent ladies yeah they
Make a lotta dough
So they get nuthin' but love
And respect from Fat Joe
I remember when I stepped in the game yo
Army fatigue with grey Nikes, that flow Joe
You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
You gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know Joe
You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
You gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know
I'm Borricua 'till I die motherfuckers
Yes I will detach you
I'll leave holes you can't cover with tattoos
All you lame souls keep
Prayin' to them statues
When I'm the ghetto God, I'll bless you
Achoo the one spitter, the can't get ridder
Major label dropped me what I do?
I got richer 80 babies terror on the corner
I'm the pitcher
Got a new connect and what I do?
I got richer ? the wop bam boo
Guess what, America we love you
And I'm a stay reppin' that TS Crew
And show ya motherfuckers how the BX do
Shit, every time I rockwild
It's more like a zoo
Blinds wrapped around the corner if
Your too late your blue
In that new white phantom
Call it: milk on wheels
Niggas wilin' like Joe jus ODed off pills
I ODed of crills, I ODed of mills
You Monopoly guys, haulin' in no billz
Shit, niggas keep askin': how
Come he so real?
6'1", light skin, got them green eyes, teal
Haha, it's the fugitive coca
I'm on the run, and I'm eatin' bitch
Street runner on this one, bitch
We'd like to welcome you
"elephant in the room"
(thank you, thank you) , bitch
Top of my game right now
Can't nobody see me man
We use different forms
Of transportation nigga
I'm on different planets than
Y'all niggas right now
You can deny all you want nigga
Coca's spittin' that shit
These streets is mine
Oh, I get on some Pun shit
What you want? That hardcore
Commercial shit?
What you wanna dance? Crills mania, nigga
BXTS! I owns this shit!