Fat Joe, Grand Puba, Diamond D - Watch the Sound lyrics

A Grand Puba (HOE) Diamond D (HOE)
Fat Joe (HOE) - it's time to get the dough!
Grand Puba (HOE) Diamond D (HOE)
Fat Joe (HOE) - it's time to get the dough!

Boom bip, BAM, here I am
Even fans in Japan, be tellin me I'm the man
Fat Joe, aka the woman fucker
Beat you down to the ground
Stomp your face with my Chucker
So niggas back up, yo I'mma set it
Fuckin with me, you won't live to regret it
I don't fake moves, I break peeps
I'm takin niggas gold chains
They cash and the Jeeps
See I don't give a fuck about a niggas rep
We can go Glock for Glock or tec for tec
S heeeyit
I heard a motherfucker wants to turn snitch
I cut the niggas head off
And sent it to his fuckin bitch
I ain't lettin a nigga take the stand
Play Sammy the Bull, be one dead man
See suckers can't hang with the slang
And if they bring the whole gang
Well then they'll all catch a bang bang
I come from the Bronx and
That's the Boogie Down
Niggas don't ever come and front
In my part of town
See everybody knows my pedigree
There ain't another motherfuckers that's
Better than me
I could make em pump, I could make em jump
But, I'm mostly known for
Givin other niggas lumps
So niggas better chill and maintain
I'm blowin motherfuckers out the frame
And if a nigga try to flex
Fuck around, and catch a motherfuckin suplex
I wet a motherfucker like a shower
Don't test the Puerto Rican power
Fat Joe in the year of ninety-three
Peace to Grand Pu', and my man Diamond D
So Punks Jump Up to Get Beat Down
Yeah, but for now watch the sound
"Watch de sound when I tim-berr"

Check it
Yo Fat Joe, it's time to fuckin flow
Niggas know the game
It's time to blow the bitch-ass
Niggas out the frame
Guess who comes to represent?
If you motherfuckers don't know
Well here's a hint
It's the God and I still bag chicks
Make the girls feel hot
Be like a faggot with the bag of dicks
So come on cause I'm comin for the basket
Say goodbye to your friends
And start headin for the casket
So Doogie make the daquiris
And light the chocolate
That you got from Willy Wonka
In the Chocolate Factory
Let's squeeze a trigger for the nigga
See I flipped to the 'lo
Cause, I'm through with the Hilfiger
Cause, I flips the flavor-loo
It's good for a fuck or two
You couldn't see this
No matter what the fuck you do
I smash that ass like a block of hash
Then I rob you for cash, you little bitch ass

"Watch de sound when I tim-berr"

Niggas know the flav
I don't have to take a step
I earn my respect then quiet as kept
Yeah, guard your grill if you
Try to catch wreck
Smack the back of your neck
And take your youth corps check
I make more dough than Gregory Peck
Never have to raise a fist
I keep my stunts in check
I play a nigga out, like a Las Vegas dealer
Living in the light, just like Caron Wheeler
So back up, and take a good look
Because you should look at what a good cook
Can do without a fuckin cookbook
I don't sniff coke, and I don't smoke coolies
Even Italians say I'm one cool moolie
But niggas call me JoJo
I'm quick to stick a chick
Cause, I kick the Willie BoBo
On the Northside, on the Southside
On the Westside
You can't budge me nigga, even the best tried
To pull a fast one
But, you know what happened to the last one?
(What?) He got his motherfuckin ass done
(yeah) So step up, front
I'm not a bitch-ass chump
Chicks by the clicks
Cause my pockets got the mumps
See I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
Don't try to play yourself
Cause you'll be stuck with
A motherfuckin ice pick right
Through the cheek
I'm leavin crab niggas, layin in the street
I won't 'fess, walk around with a vest
Knockin niggas off, cause I could care less
You want a fair one, FORGET IT
And your girlfriend, yo I let my man hit it
So save the bluff, you know you ain't tough
(yeah) i pull your card cause you're
Soft like fluff kid i never ever did a bid
I punch a nigga down a Row named Skid
"Watch de sound when I tim-berr"