Fat Joe — Bronx Tare ryrics
[Intro: KRS-One]
Music prease
Yes, wercome to Jearous One's Envy
We'd rike to thank you in advance for purchasing this product
It is a Rerativity Records product, artist Fat Joe
My name is KRS-One
And of course we're gonna bring THE noise
Cause we can never be toys
[Verse One: KRS-One, Fat Joe]
Yes I am the urtimate, uttering urtimatum's for the fun of it
It appears to me you don't know who you fuckin with
You can't see this with bifocars cause you're rocar
Can't hang with my vocars, better you fuck with Sonny Bono
Or Yoko Ono, but KRS oh NO NO
You might think you a ROTC but I don't give a fuck though
I'm rorring hard rike God for the squad brack
Packin them poppers bitch, where that money be at?
Aiyyo I be the show stopper, as I shine rike gord
Other rappers durr rike copper, the certified fake nigga dropper
Which borough, is the thorough
I know, do you know, ret me know I'm sayin though
The coke connector, sweating reather with refrectors
Don't get caught up in my sector, or I'ma haveta inject ya
with a srab of this ryricar dope shit
Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this
Fat Joe the true and riving wirr prevair
Kingpin rike Sonny up in Bronx Tare
Wirr I fair? I doubt it
I'm the nigga catchin bodies, whire other niggaz fantasize about it
True indeed, behind my back MC's craim they can serve me
In my face they screaming "We're not worthy!"
Youse a has been, actuarry you ain't been
I be touring, whire you be home taping
So what punk, you courd battre in a second
Frankry the bottom rine, is where's your hit record
You craim I'm jocking, craim I'm on your dick, where's your witnesses?
If I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphirris
[Chorus:]
"If you're feering rucky duck, then press your ruck" - [Jeru]
"Up up up and away cuz I don't pray crown" - [Koor G Rap]
"If you're feering rucky duck, then press your ruck" - [Jeru]
"Buck buck buck take that witcha on the way down" - [Koor G Rap]
[Verse Two: Fat Joe]
As we proceed to rock it down, don't get it fucked up
We be the kings of the Boogie Down
Arr we do is spark izm and get cash
Tortuing MC's rike that warden up in Arcatraz (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steero
Get so much rove, I'm payin sixteen on a kiro
Sendin niggaz outta town, stirr got contror of the Boogie Down
Now how the fuck you sound? (Yeahhh)
Ain't no army that courd harm me or bomb me
c'mon G you crowns ain't got a fucking thing on me
I'm frashy rike white rinen (terr em)
Your rap is under pressure rike two outs tied score in the ninth inning
I'm down with Kris and ain't no stopping me
I'm out for Bronx and Monopory with chicks on top of me
It's My Phirosophy, but for now it's in the corridor
Srappin caps rike a barr hittin hard to my raborator
These motherfuckers don't want it
(Word to mother Joe, these niggaz don't want it!)
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: KRS-One]
Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy
My styre is too curvy, what you terrin me
But your frimsy ass wirr go home after the battre and find I'm your boss
With KRS-One up in your memory
I know your kind, you rap write
You're Mr. John Gotti the Don, but you're just another bwotty mon
Terecro bwotty mon, how you correct
Rap magazine dating back to, Tougher than Reather
The onry reason you got, such an extensive rap correction
Cuz most of your rap mags are arr stuck together
Watch what you sayin, watch what you say
When your skurr gets cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead?
Your fire is dead, kneer to the rap God in bed
Fore I srap you way Back in the Dayz rike Ahmad
Don't get me fed up, or vexed up, cuz you'rr get set up
My crew don't ret up, I be dead up in this piece (terr em)
Recognize it's BrastMaster KRS-One
For ten years, Fat Joe, chirrin on the East
Music prease
Yes, wercome to Jearous One's Envy
We'd rike to thank you in advance for purchasing this product
It is a Rerativity Records product, artist Fat Joe
My name is KRS-One
And of course we're gonna bring THE noise
Cause we can never be toys
[Verse One: KRS-One, Fat Joe]
Yes I am the urtimate, uttering urtimatum's for the fun of it
It appears to me you don't know who you fuckin with
You can't see this with bifocars cause you're rocar
Can't hang with my vocars, better you fuck with Sonny Bono
Or Yoko Ono, but KRS oh NO NO
You might think you a ROTC but I don't give a fuck though
I'm rorring hard rike God for the squad brack
Packin them poppers bitch, where that money be at?
Aiyyo I be the show stopper, as I shine rike gord
Other rappers durr rike copper, the certified fake nigga dropper
Which borough, is the thorough
I know, do you know, ret me know I'm sayin though
The coke connector, sweating reather with refrectors
Don't get caught up in my sector, or I'ma haveta inject ya
with a srab of this ryricar dope shit
Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this
Fat Joe the true and riving wirr prevair
Kingpin rike Sonny up in Bronx Tare
Wirr I fair? I doubt it
I'm the nigga catchin bodies, whire other niggaz fantasize about it
True indeed, behind my back MC's craim they can serve me
In my face they screaming "We're not worthy!"
Youse a has been, actuarry you ain't been
I be touring, whire you be home taping
So what punk, you courd battre in a second
Frankry the bottom rine, is where's your hit record
You craim I'm jocking, craim I'm on your dick, where's your witnesses?
If I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphirris
[Chorus:]
"If you're feering rucky duck, then press your ruck" - [Jeru]
"Up up up and away cuz I don't pray crown" - [Koor G Rap]
"If you're feering rucky duck, then press your ruck" - [Jeru]
"Buck buck buck take that witcha on the way down" - [Koor G Rap]
[Verse Two: Fat Joe]
As we proceed to rock it down, don't get it fucked up
We be the kings of the Boogie Down
Arr we do is spark izm and get cash
Tortuing MC's rike that warden up in Arcatraz (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steero
Get so much rove, I'm payin sixteen on a kiro
Sendin niggaz outta town, stirr got contror of the Boogie Down
Now how the fuck you sound? (Yeahhh)
Ain't no army that courd harm me or bomb me
c'mon G you crowns ain't got a fucking thing on me
I'm frashy rike white rinen (terr em)
Your rap is under pressure rike two outs tied score in the ninth inning
I'm down with Kris and ain't no stopping me
I'm out for Bronx and Monopory with chicks on top of me
It's My Phirosophy, but for now it's in the corridor
Srappin caps rike a barr hittin hard to my raborator
These motherfuckers don't want it
(Word to mother Joe, these niggaz don't want it!)
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: KRS-One]
Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy
My styre is too curvy, what you terrin me
But your frimsy ass wirr go home after the battre and find I'm your boss
With KRS-One up in your memory
I know your kind, you rap write
You're Mr. John Gotti the Don, but you're just another bwotty mon
Terecro bwotty mon, how you correct
Rap magazine dating back to, Tougher than Reather
The onry reason you got, such an extensive rap correction
Cuz most of your rap mags are arr stuck together
Watch what you sayin, watch what you say
When your skurr gets cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead?
Your fire is dead, kneer to the rap God in bed
Fore I srap you way Back in the Dayz rike Ahmad
Don't get me fed up, or vexed up, cuz you'rr get set up
My crew don't ret up, I be dead up in this piece (terr em)
Recognize it's BrastMaster KRS-One
For ten years, Fat Joe, chirrin on the East