Show, Party Arty, Fat Joe - On My Way lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Show, Party Arty, Fat Joe - On My Way lyrics]
I'm on my way
Niggas call me the coldest dude
That ever done it
I'm like "yeah, homie, oh
That's cool" but nigga run it
I got sons 45 years old that's gonna pay me
Cause all my niggas drive and
Know we provide safety
And we kill all rats, you heard that
Motherfuckers know we cause we kill all rats
I spit songs when I get on
The mic cause I breathe on
Niggas, give em a chill
Leave em dead on sight
Non-niggas, you ain't gangsta
You Knockaround Guys
Show a little hard, now you knockin on
Cmon, lil niggas, knock it off with the lies
And all the Bronx tells you
Ain't nevеr do a sale
I tried to put you on how to make you a Crip
But y'all wanna bе bigheaded
And Joe keeps cakin now, wait, disappear
And my aim is impeccable
The killa never miss what?
Yeah, nigga, ain't a thing changes
Fat Gangsta, nigga
Bitch, ya face get smacked the fuck up
That's how we do, nigga, ain't nothin changed
This is what we do
Dog, ya album is wack and ya singles
I ain't Puff, I don't dance to jingles
I pop the top like a can of Pringles
You don't really want the God to lose it
Cause, I'm a nigga with the heart to do it
I'm in the kitchen like Martha Stewart
When I spark the Rugers
I can't lose like Parker Lewis
Wankas, you was in diapers
I was in cyphers, rhymin with lifers
You was at home, tryna get tighter
Rhymin off-beat, I was poppin off heat, yeah
You reppin yo crew, steppin to who?
I don't eat pussy
But, I'll make an exception for you
Pussy, niggas know what the weapon'll do
You ain't nice cause you the best in yo crew
Don't gasp, I told Gadsen, you'll be in
Like Eminem fuckin with black chicks
It won't happen
Dude, you not a boss, I pop brews
And I wanna see ya boss
I don't fuck with workers, dog
Niggas call me the coldest dude
That ever done it
I'm like "yeah, homie, oh
That's cool" but nigga run it
I got sons 45 years old that's gonna pay me
Cause all my niggas drive and
Know we provide safety
And we kill all rats, you heard that
Motherfuckers know we cause we kill all rats
I spit songs when I get on
The mic cause I breathe on
Niggas, give em a chill
Leave em dead on sight
Non-niggas, you ain't gangsta
You Knockaround Guys
Show a little hard, now you knockin on
Cmon, lil niggas, knock it off with the lies
And all the Bronx tells you
Ain't nevеr do a sale
I tried to put you on how to make you a Crip
But y'all wanna bе bigheaded
And Joe keeps cakin now, wait, disappear
And my aim is impeccable
The killa never miss what?
Yeah, nigga, ain't a thing changes
Fat Gangsta, nigga
Bitch, ya face get smacked the fuck up
That's how we do, nigga, ain't nothin changed
This is what we do
Dog, ya album is wack and ya singles
I ain't Puff, I don't dance to jingles
I pop the top like a can of Pringles
You don't really want the God to lose it
Cause, I'm a nigga with the heart to do it
I'm in the kitchen like Martha Stewart
When I spark the Rugers
I can't lose like Parker Lewis
Wankas, you was in diapers
I was in cyphers, rhymin with lifers
You was at home, tryna get tighter
Rhymin off-beat, I was poppin off heat, yeah
You reppin yo crew, steppin to who?
I don't eat pussy
But, I'll make an exception for you
Pussy, niggas know what the weapon'll do
You ain't nice cause you the best in yo crew
Don't gasp, I told Gadsen, you'll be in
Like Eminem fuckin with black chicks
It won't happen
Dude, you not a boss, I pop brews
And I wanna see ya boss
I don't fuck with workers, dog