Shit Is Real Pt. Ⅲ Fat Joe

Tell you what I see through these eyes All we do is speak the truth Shit is realla then real Shit is realla then real My true niggas walk wit me, yeah They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard?

Sh*t Is Real Pt. III Fat Joe

[Intro: Fat Joe] Slow motion baby, unh Tell you what I see through these eyes All we do is speak the truth Shit is realla then real Shit is realla then real My true niggas walk wit me, yeah They

The Shit Is Real Fat Joe

Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass That's why I came glad when I heard somebody swooped that ass (*gunshot*) Just to let ya know how I feel, word'em up The fuckin' shit is real Chorus: (*background

Still Real Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] It's so depressing, uh.. Be the realest shit I ever wrote (Money and cars bitches) Shit Is Real Part 2.. (drugs) modern day.. (society yaknow?)

Dat Gangsta Shit Fat Joe

wish to put aside the questions before they find out, who's the realest Who done spoke without one joke about the illest shit that ever happened, in this rappin beyond rappin Joe the God it ain't

We Run This Sh*t Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] Yo ah!

He's Not Real Fat Joe

Wit my nigga Fat Joe, long side my nigga Prospect Holdin the BX down Bronx Burrough....Terror Sqaud [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Yo, everybody talkin gats, really don't pack em 98% of these rapper's is all

King Of N.Y. Fat Joe

[Khalid] The original King of New York has returned The King of New York, the Don Cartagena Joe Crack, Terror Squad leader! (Whoo.. whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!!) [Fat Joe] The fuck?! What?!

King Of N.Y. (Feat. Buju Banton) Fat Joe

[Khalid] The original King of New York has returned The King of New York, the Don Cartagena Joe Crack, Terror Squad leader! (Whoo.. whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!!) [Fat Joe] The fuck?!

He's Not Real (Intro) Fat Joe

Wit my nigga Fat Joe, long side my nigga Prospect Holdin the BX down Bronx Burrough....Terror Sqaud [Verse 1-Fat Joe] Yo, everybody talkin gats, really don't pack em 98% of these rapper's is all actor's

Say Word Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] Yeah, don't get it fucked up This shit is realer than you think Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream Drivin them beemers, them NSX's, them Lexus All up in the clubs, buyin out the

I Won't Tell Fat Joe

Hawks I'm like, "Come on ma, you know me run New York" J'z in the background, put you to bed Says he's got brains, so I'm lookin' a head And I'm lookin' for bread, I gotta eat on these streets Shit

They Don't Love You (Explicit Ver.) Fat Joe

Say they love you when you know they don't God is the greatest, God is the greatest, God is the greatest Say they will, but shit, you know they won't Yeah, you hear me, you don't feel me, though And you

Murderer Ⅲ Mystikal

Know that I'm comin' and I gotta get him, And I gotta kill him, And cease all his stupid shit, And walk with this venomous shit cuz she's 'sposed to be there for me, SIX YEARS, STILL TEARS!!!!

My FoFo Fat Joe

is making niggaz nervous It's gonna be families grieving every sunday service End up with your head popped off thanks to Curtis But he dont care, he's still locked up in his house and shit Steroid up

He`s Not Real (Intro) Fat Joe

Wit my nigga Fat Joe, long side my nigga Prospect Holdin the BX down Bronx Burrough....Terror Sqaud [Verse 1-Fat Joe] Yo, everybody talkin gats, really don't pack em 98% of these rapper's is all

My FoFo (Album Version - Explicit) Fat Joe

is making niggaz nervous It's gonna be families grieving every sunday service End up with your head popped off thanks to Curtis But he dont care, he stay locked up in his house and shit Steroid up

He's Not Real (Feat. Prospect, Remy Ma) Fat Joe

Wit my nigga Fat Joe, long side my nigga Prospect Holdin the BX down Bronx Burrough....Terror Sqaud [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Yo, everybody talkin gats, really don't pack em 98% of these rapper's is all

Born In The Ghetto Fat Joe

Yeah, It's time, baby It's time to speak the truth, maturity Huh, niggas gotta evolve to let niggas know the real Ya call yourself real, ya gotta start speaking about the real This is Joe Crack The Don

Hustlin' (Feat. Armageddon) Fat Joe

'Cause nine times out of ten this bitch connects this kid to shoot you They too hot so catchin' a body's too crucial If you a hustler, I know you relate Whether you home base or go out of state, this shit

Bust At You Fat Joe

Excuse me while I sing to you I'm being real and that's the thing to do I'm just living and loving Smoking and fucking (Yeah uh) Out here on the grind, yeah (Alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh) If

Life Goes On Fat Joe

And Life Goes On (2002) The timin ain't me, it's like, please goin through wrong Speak the truth, haha, speak the truth, yeah, yo, yo [Fat Joe] She was only sixteen, when I met her I was playin the corner

Part Deux Fat Joe

Til you are considerate, illegitimate, rap motherfuckers stop talkin your shit!!

Flow Joe Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] Ahhhhhhh yeah!

He`s Not Real Fat Joe

Wit my nigga Fat Joe, long side my nigga Prospect Holdin the BX down Bronx Burrough....Terror Sqaud [Verse 1-Fat Joe] Yo, everybody talkin gats, really don't pack em 98% of these rapper's is all

J.O.S.E. Fat Joe

[talking] Aiyyo Crack, these niggaz is playin mad childish games Niggaz act like it's a rap..

Take A Look At My Life fat joe

Take A Look At My Life [Intro: Fat Joe] Whooo.. friendly day in the neighborhood Birds is chirpin (Hi neighbor!)

Misery Needs Company Fat Joe

[Featuring Noreaga] intro: [police sirens] [Noreaga and Fat Joe talking] [Fat Joe] Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my facilty three's for all the M-3's Racin across the Tapenze ?

Terror Squadians Fat Joe

[Featuring Terror Squad] [Fat Joe] Terror Squad. Ungh. Now why you wanna go and fuck with them? Platinum status, motherfuckers. Eat a dick!

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We Thugging Fat Joe

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We Thuggin` Fat Joe

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We Thuggin (Feat. R. Kelly) Fat Joe

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Dedication Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] Whattup JuJu? Uhh, whattup Beatnuts?

Wild Life (Feat. Prospect, Xzibit) Fat Joe

Prospect, Xzibit [Fat Joe] Yeah, uh, dat gangsta shit! Shout to my homies out west The hoo-bangers! Mack Deezy for Sheezy All my niggas in the Bronx Holdin them corners down Ya heard?

The Wild Life Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] Yeah, uh, dat gangsta shit! Shout to my homies out west The hoo-bangers! Mack Deezy for Sheezy All my niggas in the Bronx Holdin them corners down Ya heard? Get it right!

Dog House (Explicit Ver.) Fat Joe

'Cause once a good man gone Damn That's that type of shit you don't want, girl I thought it was us forever You the only one I ever wanted to share my life with, grow old with Now you done fucked that all

Murder Rap Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] Uh-oh, uh-oh.. Let's get it over with. Yo sound boy turn the levels up Let's get it over with, UH! Terror Squad up in this motherfucker Where my real niggaz at?

Murder Rap (Feat. Armageddon) Fat Joe

Armageddon [Fat Joe] Uh-oh, uh-oh.. Let's get it over with. Yo sound boy turn the levels up Let's get it over with, UH! Terror Squad up in this motherfucker Where my real niggaz at?

Prove Something Fat Joe

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 [Verse 1]

So Much More (Album Version - Explicit Version) Fat Joe

This is this is this is...

So Much More (Radio Version) Fat Joe

This is this is this is...

So Much More Fat Joe

This is this is this is...

Fat Racks Pt. 2 Luh Tyler, BabyTron

Gang Yeah Phew, phew Gang, skinny nigga, fat racks, I'm out the way ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, what's the deal, Tyler?

The World Changed On Me (Explicit Ver.) Fat Joe

Hahaha The biggest In '88, I pumped base like subwoofers When old pimps was outside with young hookers I sprayed the block, nobody seen shit (Doo-doo-doo-doo) Dapper Dan down, the whole team drip Rose

Fight Club (Feat. M.O.P., Petey Pablo) Fat Joe

Yeah, yeah uh Yo it's that motherfuckin Bronx nigga Don shit Run up in yo' mom's crib Ship-stacked biddomb shit - gun up in the palm shit Nobody moves, nobody get whacked with the contrict Yo' shot

Fight Club Fat Joe

[Fat Joe] Yeah, yeah uh Yo it's that motherfuckin Bronx nigga Don shit Run up in yo' mom's crib Ship-stacked biddomb shit - gun up in the palm shit Nobody moves, nobody get whacked with the contrict Yo

my lifestyle Fat Joe

I've seen some good men get blown over G-packs In the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap And live niggaz get it on with the D-techs, SHIT, my life's legendary If I wrote down all in a book

Definition Of A Don Fat Joe

(Uh) You stuck being in jacks on the blocks witcha paps (Yeah) And the Squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back (Tell 'em) Damn papi, you're shit is icey now (Uh-huh) In the Bronx witcha Benz rims pokin

Definition Of A Don (Feat. Remy Ma) Fat Joe

(Uh) You stuck being in jacks on the blocks witcha paps (Yeah) And the Squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back (Tell 'em) Damn papi, you're shit is icey now (Uh-huh) In the Bronx witcha Benz rims pokin