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Yeah!
Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it out

Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this?
I can't get played, cause I roll with Baby Chris, nevertheless
Niggas be tryin' to front the role
When everybody knows, I'm gonna go gold
At least, kickin' the funky styles that you wanna hear
Joe is bigger and better, so have no fear
I'll 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 don't try to front

Ain't nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want?
When I step on stage, I'm second to none
Makin MC's run, without the use of a gun, yeah
Talkin' about the way I rock a party
Niggas must be thinkin' that I'm high or drunk on Bacardi
I be hippin' and hoppin', rockin' and shockin', the whole rap scene
I'm mean, my favorite color is green
I guess that's why they call it the blues
Your money you lose 'cause you choose to disrespect and neglect
The skills of the Fat one, but I'm all that, son
Gimme the microphone and I'ma show you how it's gonna be done
So don't fake moves 'cause I never fall
That's how I'm livin'

Hey yo, I'm livin' fat y'all

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
Hey yo, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
Hey yo, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
Hey yo, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
Hey yo, I'm livin' fat

Look at the way I freak this style, I'm versatile
Niggas don't want the funk because they know I'm 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, I'm on the down low
I chill with Lord Finesse, you know I got the flow
I be freakin' the funk, not fakin' the funk, you're facin' a punk, yeah
Fuck around and you'll be layin' in the dumps
I got props, believe it or not
I never got caught because I pay off the cops, yeah
One of the livest niggas 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 don't you kick a Fat rhyme?"
So I don't front on my peeps
Kick a verse or two, then be out, and peace G
So don't try to step to dis, you know you take a fall
Ask how I'm livin', hey yo, I'm livin Fat, y'all

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
Ayo, I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
Ayo, I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat
Ayo, I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

Ayo, I'm livin' fat
Ninety-three, Lord Finesse, Fat Joe, Diamond D
Showbiz and A.G., D.I.T.C. and I'm out

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