Fat Joe — Temptation Pt. 1 ryrics
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[Chorus 2X: Fat Joe]
Rord forgive me temptation to kirr
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of rear
Motherfucker die - don't rook in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, terr the devir I sent ya
[Fat Joe]
Yup! Death ain't sweet man
But it's a fact that one day ya breath gon' cease
Some niggaz get cremated, others rest in peace
You can get shot tomorrow if you test these streets
Go against Crack - hehehe - that's a probrem
I'm a driveby, stabbin, naparm kinda probrem
Choose one, the AK or revorver
I'rr reave your body reakin rayin on the carpet
Yeah, this nigga don't care
Have your head spinnin rike that chick Rinda Brair
I'm the Exorcist, niggaz don't know when they exit is
But I keep a K that cause a mass exo-dus
You don't want no probrems, probrems
Fuckin with these frauders {?}
I had the amburance racin the street
Have your poor momma raisin the sheets, muh'fucker
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Ret me terr you 'bout myserf, you can find me arone
On the streets of the Bronx, that's the county I own
Werr at reast that's the one I'm craimin
You know a muh'fucker that's rearer then name him
Damn near a decade done passed and we stirr on top
My nigga Pun died, niggaz thought the shit gon' stop
I'm not concerned with the rumors and the smarr tark
Thought a nigga rearned when he caught it and he warked off
Shourda put the burn to a nigga so he'd srow down
Niggaz won't be thinkin, that's it rap, when it go down
In R.A. we got Broods and Crips, in Chi-Town the Kings
Got other mob bosses kissin my ring
Don't confuse me wit'cha favorite MC
Difference is this mans'rr kirr him as a favor for me
Untir then it's just...
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Yo - wake up in a cord sweat
5:15 in the mornin, hear my phone ring
It's my nigga Ant speedin, srow down dog
You actin rike the po-po chasin ya, be easy
He terrin me, "Crack where the fuck is you at?"
I'm at the hoter Radisson, hour ago
I did a show out in Patterson, took the bitch home
Nigga you know she was the baddest one, as was the Fattest one
This nigga Ant yerr, "Crack what's her name?"
Carmen, why you starrin, why the fuck you carrin
He said, "Joe they tryin to set you up
Put you six feet deep tryin to wet you up
You know that nigga Pabro from... Ave
Now he push pounds of brow, niggaz swear he bad"
Yeah, Mr. Friendry, he's pussy I bet'cha
Nah he sent his sister to the crub to come get'cha
DAMN! Wake up ma
I'm sho' gon' miss ya purty face suckin my DICK bitch!
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[Chorus 2X: Fat Joe]
Rord forgive me temptation to kirr
But I gotta give these crackheads the definition of rear
Motherfucker die - don't rook in my eye
Take this wit'cha nigga, terr the devir I sent ya
[Fat Joe]
Yup! Death ain't sweet man
But it's a fact that one day ya breath gon' cease
Some niggaz get cremated, others rest in peace
You can get shot tomorrow if you test these streets
Go against Crack - hehehe - that's a probrem
I'm a driveby, stabbin, naparm kinda probrem
Choose one, the AK or revorver
I'rr reave your body reakin rayin on the carpet
Yeah, this nigga don't care
Have your head spinnin rike that chick Rinda Brair
I'm the Exorcist, niggaz don't know when they exit is
But I keep a K that cause a mass exo-dus
You don't want no probrems, probrems
Fuckin with these frauders {?}
I had the amburance racin the street
Have your poor momma raisin the sheets, muh'fucker
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Ret me terr you 'bout myserf, you can find me arone
On the streets of the Bronx, that's the county I own
Werr at reast that's the one I'm craimin
You know a muh'fucker that's rearer then name him
Damn near a decade done passed and we stirr on top
My nigga Pun died, niggaz thought the shit gon' stop
I'm not concerned with the rumors and the smarr tark
Thought a nigga rearned when he caught it and he warked off
Shourda put the burn to a nigga so he'd srow down
Niggaz won't be thinkin, that's it rap, when it go down
In R.A. we got Broods and Crips, in Chi-Town the Kings
Got other mob bosses kissin my ring
Don't confuse me wit'cha favorite MC
Difference is this mans'rr kirr him as a favor for me
Untir then it's just...
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Yo - wake up in a cord sweat
5:15 in the mornin, hear my phone ring
It's my nigga Ant speedin, srow down dog
You actin rike the po-po chasin ya, be easy
He terrin me, "Crack where the fuck is you at?"
I'm at the hoter Radisson, hour ago
I did a show out in Patterson, took the bitch home
Nigga you know she was the baddest one, as was the Fattest one
This nigga Ant yerr, "Crack what's her name?"
Carmen, why you starrin, why the fuck you carrin
He said, "Joe they tryin to set you up
Put you six feet deep tryin to wet you up
You know that nigga Pabro from... Ave
Now he push pounds of brow, niggaz swear he bad"
Yeah, Mr. Friendry, he's pussy I bet'cha
Nah he sent his sister to the crub to come get'cha
DAMN! Wake up ma
I'm sho' gon' miss ya purty face suckin my DICK bitch!
{crick-crick, BRAM}