Livin' Fat

Yeah!
Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it out
Would you believe that fat joe would flip a style like this?
I cant get played, cause I roll with baby chris, nevertheless
Niggaz be tryin to front the role
When everybody knows, Im gonna go gold
At least, kickin the funky styles that you wanna hear
Joe is bigger and better, so have no fear
Ill be rippin the mic, clockin dough, stickin the hoes
After every single show, you know (know)
One of the best to grab the mic so dont try to front
Aint nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want?
When I step on stage, Im second to none
Makin mcs run, without the use of a gun, yeah
Talkin about the way I rock a party
Niggaz must be thinkin that Im high, or drunk on bacardi
I be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap scene
Im mean, my favorite color is green
I guess thats why they call it the blues
Your money you lose, cause you choose to disrespect and neglect
The skills of the fat one, but Im all that son
Gimme the microphone and ima show you how its gonna be done
So dont fake moves, cause I never fall
Thats how Im livin, hey yo Im livin fat yall
Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)
Hey yo Im livin fat
Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)
Yo Im livin fat
Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)
Yo Im livin fat
Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)
Look at the way I freak this style, Im versatile
Niggaz dont want the funk, because they know Im buckwild
Could you believe the rappers that they talk shit
While I be rippin the microphone and all my records are hits
The name is fat joe, Im on the down low
I chill with lord finesse, you know I got the flow
I be freakin the funk, not fakin the funk, youre facin a punk, yeah
Fuck around and youll be layin in? v-ducts?
I got props, believe it or not
I never got caught, becuase I pay off the cops, yeah
One of the livest niggaz in new york
Sometimes I be chillin with son
Sometimes I be chillin with hawk, you know that
Brooklyn in the house and uptown is too
I gotta be sayin peace, to the boogie the bronx crew
Pete, sap, brim, vayo mack, gizmo, nicer, b.g., my main man crack
So now you know the flav, and you know the time
Brothers always be tellin me, «joe why dont you kick a fat rhyme»
So I dont front on my peeps
Kick a verse or two, then be out, and peace g So dont try to step to dis, you know you take a fall
Thats how Im livin, hey yo Im livin fat yall
Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)
Aiyyo Im livin fat
Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)
Aiyyo Im livin fat
Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)
Aiyyo Im livin fat
Im livin fat yall, Im livin fat (2x)
Aiyyo Im livin fat!
Ninety-three, lord finesse, fat joe, diamond d Showbiz and a.g., d.i.t.c. and Im out