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[Intro: Fat Joe]
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[Intro: Jason]
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| OWwwwww! Yeah! My n****z
| Ouch. Affirmative, my chums.
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| Throw your hands in the air right now man
| Extend your phalanges into the atmosphere immediately, compadre.
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| Feel this s**t right here! Scott Storch n***a
| Is this music not tangible? I respect Scott Storch!
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| Yeah Khalid, I see you n***a
| Yes, Khalid, I confirm my visual perception of your presence.
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| Show Big Pun love! Uh! Yeah! Uh! Yo!
| Display my admiration of the deceased Christopher Del Rios! Now take several deep breaths.
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[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
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[Verse 1: Jason]
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| I don't give a f**k about your faults or mishappenings
| I am, on the whole, not emotionally moved by the negative circumstances or happenstances of your life.
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| We from the Bronx, New York, s**t happens
| My friends and I are inculcated in the culture of the Bronx borough of New York City, and we feel that extemporaneous circumstances are an everyday matter.
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| Kids clappin', love to spark the place
| Juveniles and prepubescent children are applauding, greatly enjoy the act of setting fire to a venue
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| Half the n***az in the squad got a scar on their face
| A total of approximately 50% (50 parts per 100) of my associates have formed scar tissue on their face in response to some physical trauma
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| It's a cold world and this is ice
| The world is harsh, and what some may call 'cold'; moreover, I bear on my scapula what some would deem 'ice,' that is to say, jewelry with diamonds.
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| Half a mil for the charm, n***a, this is life
| I paid a sum of approximately $500,000 for this medallion, friend, this is the truth of my existence.
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| Got the Phantom in front of the buildin', Trinity Ave.
| The one known pseudonymically as the Phantom is in front of this locale, Trinity Avenue.
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| Ten years been legit', they still figure me bad
| I have been acting according to the stipulations of local and Federal law for a decade, and yet the law enforcement personnel (and other upstanding citizens) yet have my character as iniquitous.
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| As a young'un - was too much to cope with
| As a child, I had Attention Deficit Disorder.
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| Why you think mu'f**kers named me Cook Coke?
| Why is it do you think that my pseudonym, accorded to me by those on the streets, refers to the practice of creating crack cocaine from cocaine?
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| s**t, shoulda been called Armed Robbery, Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny
| In fact, I think it would have be topically apropos for my epithet to have referenced felonies such as theft while brandishing a deadly weapon, blackmail, or perhaps the heinous charge of Grand Larceny.
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| I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle
| I have had several life experiences, all of which enable me to piece together a comprehensive worldview.
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| Just as long, I knew me and my people was gon' bubble
| Throughout my experiences, I have been buoyed up by the assertion that my compatriots and I were goin to become financially viable.
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| Came out the game on some Flow Joe s**t
| I entered the musical genre of rap with my lead single 'Flow Joe'
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| Fat n***a with the shotty was the logo kid
| The mascot of our tawdry ensemble was an obese male with a 12-gauge shotgun.
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[Chorus: Fat Joe]
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[Chorus: Jason]
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| Said my n***az don't dance, we just pull up our pants
| I have stated: my companions and I do not engage in physical displays of ecstasy, we simply rearrange our clothing
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| And do the rockaway
| And incline our torsoes to the rear.
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| Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
| Please, with haste, incline your body dorsally. Incline your body dorsally. Incline your body dorsally. Incline your body dorsally.
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| I said my n***az don't dance, we just pull up our pants
| As I have stated: my companions and I do not engage in physical displays of ecstasy, we simply rearrange our clothing
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| And do the rockaway
| And incline our torsoes to the rear.
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| Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
| Please, with haste, incline your body dorsally. Incline your body dorsally. Incline your body dorsally. Incline your body dorsally.
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| Come on!
| I am having fun!
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[Verse 2: Remy Martin]
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[Verse 2: Jason]
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| R to the Eazy, M to the Wizzi
| I am spelling my name, with appropriate ebonics flourishes.
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| My arms stay breezy, the Don stay fizzi
| I want something to rhyme with 'Wizzi'
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| Got a date at 8, I'm in the 7-40-fizzive
| I have a romantic rendezvous at 8 Post Meridian (2000 hours), and I am currently ensconced in my Bavarian Motor Works automobile, model 745i.
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| And I just bought a bike so I can ride 'till I die
| Moreover, my money allows me to purchase a motorcycle so that I may literally fulfill the credo of 'ride 'till I die'
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| With a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion
| I may make further purchases; my wealth is substantial enough that I may flaunt it to an inane degree.
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| My n***az in the club, but you know they not dancin'
| Those who ally themselves with me are in the dancing-cum-eating establishment, but, ironically, we are not, in fact, dancing!
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| We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance with boogies
| We are affiliated with street mobs, and such individuals refuse to dance in a socially conforming manner.
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| So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies
| As we are so affiliated, it is no matter to you how we managed to enter such a high-security establishment with both handguns as well as large, bulky, hooded sweatshirts (within which there is the potential for carrying more armaments).
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| Listen, we don't pay admission, and the bouncers don't check us
| Lend me your ears: we do not comply with the rules of the club, for we neither pay an entrance or cover fee, nor do the security guards search us for aforementioned weapons.
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| And we - walk around the metal detectors
| As we are a well-renowned group, we are accorded special privileges due our rank, including circumventing the security checkpoints.
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| And there really ain't a need for a VIP section
| There is no eventuality in which I could conceive of our party choosing to set itself apart from the general clientele.
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| In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it
| We allow ourselves to be swept out into the rhythm of the dance floor, acting recklessly: note this well.
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| Said he - liked my necklace, started relaxin'
| He verbally indicated to me that he was enamoured of my jewelry, and I began to ease my tensions
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| Now that's what the f*** I call a chain reaction
| I coined the phrase "chain reaction" to indicate this happening, which is both true as well as an amusing pun.
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| See, "Money Ain't a Thing," n***a, we still the same old n***az
| That rap song is true, for as the title declares, "An Increase in Our Supply of Money Is No Object to Success," for we are as of yet unchanged by our newfound wealth.
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| Flow's just changed, now we 'bout to change the game, n***a.
| My style has simply altered itself to better fit the mood; now we are to apply such a paradigm shift to the general hip-hop industry.
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[Repeat Chorus]
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[Repeat Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
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[Verse 3: Jason]
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| Now we livin' better now, Coogi sweater now,
| Now our lives have improved immensely, wearing designer Italian clothing (designed both for style as well as for protection against the elements),
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| And that G4 can fly through any weather now
| We even have purchased private jet planes for personal transportation in any weather conditions.
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| See, n***az get tight when you worth some millions
| Do you not see how those around you become fast friends once you gain millions of dollars in your bank account?
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| This is why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelings
| For this reason, I wear coats made of the furs of chinchillas, so that they might be turned away from me.
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| You can find Joe Crack at all type of s**t
| You will find me presiding over all manners of social gatherings
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| Out to Vegas, front row to all the fights and s**t
| I proceed to Las Vegas, Nevada, and sit in the row closest to the boxing ring (when it is a boxing match that I am attending; if not, I am still in the row closest to the intense action)
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| If Five-O boy come, then they'd proudly squeal
| If the local law enforcement appears at the event, then most likely these others would happily cooperate with them.
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| 'Cause half these rappers, they Blow like Derek Foreal.
| Because, the fact is, half of those who identify themselves as rappers are, in fact, tools of the police - colloquially, they "snitch," or "blow," which, coincidentally, was the title of a movie whose main character, a drug dealer, was named Derek Foreal.
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| If you cross the line, damn right I'm gon' hurt ya'
| If you choose to ally yourself with the other side of the law, or even those who simply act against my wishes, I promise that it will be a certainty that I will inflict damage upon you.
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| These f***ot n***az even made gang signs commercial
| These homosexual black urban males have even brought signs once utilised only by gang members into the mainstream, utilising them for their own commercial and financial advantages.
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| Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up
| Even the youngest, most pathetic, rapper is attempting to make such signs, for he feels that doing so would lend his music credibility.
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| B2K Crip-walkin' like that's what's up!
| Even the popular music group B2K is utilising a means of ambulatory motion (once used solely by the Crip gang) as though that were the common trend.
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| Kay keep tellin' me to speak about the Rucker,
| Disk Jockey Kay Slay is pleading with me over and over again to elucidate upon the events at Rucker Park, during the Entertainer's Basketball Championship.
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| Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the Rucker
| As a matter of fact, it is not my intent to ever shed light upon the events at Rucker Park.
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| Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this
| Not even famed street basketball legend Pee Wee Kirkland could ever have envisioned this occurrence.
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| My n***az didn't have to play to win the championship, come on!
| My basketball team did not even have to compete in a test of athleticism in order to win the title of the Entertainer's Basketball Championship. This is ludicrous!
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[Repeat Chorus]
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[Repeat Chorus]
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[Outro: Fat Joe]
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[Outro: Jason]
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| Ha! Ha! Yeah! (Can you hear me?)
| Ah yes, I am carried away with emotion! Are you able to hear my exclamations?
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| Bronx, BX Borough, Terror Squad, uh (Ha!)
| I embody the spirit of the Bronx, also termed the "BX Borough," as well as my clique the Terror Squad, yes. (I am proud!)
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| Big Pun forever, Tony Montana forever
| Let the memory of the deceased Christopher Del Rios live on immemorial, as well as the equally deceased (but fictional) Tony Montana.
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| Uh! Yeah! Streets is ours, come on
| Indeed! This is correct! The pavement of New York City is our territory, and bears allegiance to us, do you not know?
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| Nah man, it ain't never gon' stop
| No, kind sir, this movement shall never retard its progress.
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| Search Raul, JB, Fat Ant, come on, Uh.
| My friends names are quite eclectic. Uh. |
