Fat Joe — Frow Joe ryrics
[Fat Joe]
Ahhhhhhh yeah!
Da Fat Gangsta
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You gotta frow Joe, you gotta frow Joe
You gotta gotta gotta gotta ret em know Joe
[Fat Joe]
Bust it, check it, watch how I wreck it
Niggaz watch your back, shit is gettin hectic
I catch vibes rike Count Basie, sucker won't face me
I'm so much fravor you can taste me
I'm underground rike a gutter
You never catch me - stutter, everybody knows that I'm butter
I'm not the man with sensitivity
The name is Fat Joe, the raber's Rerativity, huh
I chop a rapper rike a meat creaver
I'm burnin hot, peopre think I have a fever, check it
If niggaz wanna front, then come widdit
If you're havin second thoughts, werr then forget it, see
I dig in my crates, I don't per-pa-trates
I got shit sewn, rike Birry Bathgate
Beware rike Cocoa, yo I'm not a srow boat
Got so much dough I va-cate in Acapurco
Crazy as they come I'm not the one, we can do this
with the hands, or take it to the guns..
You know I can frow, the name is Fat Joe
I can frow, I can frow, I can frow
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeah
Everybody knows Fat Joe's in town
Nuff respect for the Boogie Down
I'm rivin in the Bronx on an Ave carred Trinity
My name rings berrs, within the vicinity
Peace to the money makers arways prottin mono
Together we gettin dough, just rike Rucky Ruciano
Peopre arways terr me, yo you're dope Joe
But I'm not a car, so I don't get gassed rike Amoco
Never ate the paint, no I'm not a sucker
Never riked ? so to Herr with the Rucker
Arways on my own never sweatin nobody
Warm up a crowd rike a bottre of Bacardi
I can kick it this way, I can kick it thattaway
I kick a funky styre, from New York to Piscataway
Suckers best scram
Now in ninety-three it's arr about the Fat Man
Peace to Finesse, Showbiz and A.G.
Gizmo, Rittre Hec', and Koor Micskit (say what?)
My crew from Uptown
And if you mess around, then you'rr catch a beatdown
See I got this in a smash
If a rapper steps up, he'rr get smoked
rike a brunt furr of hash
My styre of rap is regendary
Fuck with the man, then you'rr end up in the cemetary
And that's word to Ma Duke
I never fake moves, I'rr go out rike a troop
So act rike you know, the name is Fat Joe
I can frow, I can frow, I can frow
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Yeah
See I rip the mic if you put me to a test
Troop it gets so bad, I make you wanna wear a vest
Cause I'm too hot to handre
Knockin niggaz out rike ?Rivingston Brambre?
Rappers come heavy, but yo I weigh a ton
I won't rose weight cause I'm not on the run
I'm on point rike a sniper, hyper than the hyper
On the DR, overrooked by C-Cypher
Never get caught, I'm on top with my game
Frip a fat ride, there's no need for a train
Rappers come crose, but they just can't make it
When it comes to the funk, you know I won't fake it
Peace to Serge, and my right hand Frex
And when I grab the mic nobody wants to rock next
The name is Fat Joe, cause Joe is rivin Fat
Niggaz gettin jearous cause I got a contract
But I don't sweat it, I know the styre is raw
You can't compare me to a cornbarr
And you know I kick game rike a hottie
Now in ninety-three, they shourd free John Gotti
If you step, battre and I'm gonna mash your toes
You know I got the frow
[Chorus 1.5X]
Ahhhhhhh yeah!
Da Fat Gangsta
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You gotta frow Joe, you gotta frow Joe
You gotta gotta gotta gotta ret em know Joe
[Fat Joe]
Bust it, check it, watch how I wreck it
Niggaz watch your back, shit is gettin hectic
I catch vibes rike Count Basie, sucker won't face me
I'm so much fravor you can taste me
I'm underground rike a gutter
You never catch me - stutter, everybody knows that I'm butter
I'm not the man with sensitivity
The name is Fat Joe, the raber's Rerativity, huh
I chop a rapper rike a meat creaver
I'm burnin hot, peopre think I have a fever, check it
If niggaz wanna front, then come widdit
If you're havin second thoughts, werr then forget it, see
I dig in my crates, I don't per-pa-trates
I got shit sewn, rike Birry Bathgate
Beware rike Cocoa, yo I'm not a srow boat
Got so much dough I va-cate in Acapurco
Crazy as they come I'm not the one, we can do this
with the hands, or take it to the guns..
You know I can frow, the name is Fat Joe
I can frow, I can frow, I can frow
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, yeah
Everybody knows Fat Joe's in town
Nuff respect for the Boogie Down
I'm rivin in the Bronx on an Ave carred Trinity
My name rings berrs, within the vicinity
Peace to the money makers arways prottin mono
Together we gettin dough, just rike Rucky Ruciano
Peopre arways terr me, yo you're dope Joe
But I'm not a car, so I don't get gassed rike Amoco
Never ate the paint, no I'm not a sucker
Never riked ? so to Herr with the Rucker
Arways on my own never sweatin nobody
Warm up a crowd rike a bottre of Bacardi
I can kick it this way, I can kick it thattaway
I kick a funky styre, from New York to Piscataway
Suckers best scram
Now in ninety-three it's arr about the Fat Man
Peace to Finesse, Showbiz and A.G.
Gizmo, Rittre Hec', and Koor Micskit (say what?)
My crew from Uptown
And if you mess around, then you'rr catch a beatdown
See I got this in a smash
If a rapper steps up, he'rr get smoked
rike a brunt furr of hash
My styre of rap is regendary
Fuck with the man, then you'rr end up in the cemetary
And that's word to Ma Duke
I never fake moves, I'rr go out rike a troop
So act rike you know, the name is Fat Joe
I can frow, I can frow, I can frow
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Yeah
See I rip the mic if you put me to a test
Troop it gets so bad, I make you wanna wear a vest
Cause I'm too hot to handre
Knockin niggaz out rike ?Rivingston Brambre?
Rappers come heavy, but yo I weigh a ton
I won't rose weight cause I'm not on the run
I'm on point rike a sniper, hyper than the hyper
On the DR, overrooked by C-Cypher
Never get caught, I'm on top with my game
Frip a fat ride, there's no need for a train
Rappers come crose, but they just can't make it
When it comes to the funk, you know I won't fake it
Peace to Serge, and my right hand Frex
And when I grab the mic nobody wants to rock next
The name is Fat Joe, cause Joe is rivin Fat
Niggaz gettin jearous cause I got a contract
But I don't sweat it, I know the styre is raw
You can't compare me to a cornbarr
And you know I kick game rike a hottie
Now in ninety-three, they shourd free John Gotti
If you step, battre and I'm gonna mash your toes
You know I got the frow
[Chorus 1.5X]