Yes, indeed And I say New York city, uh I pray I witness that there will never be a greater MC Greater lyricist to touch the mike Than the late, great
Yes indeed And I say New York City I play a witness That there will never be a greater MC Greater lyricist to touch the mic Then the late great Christopher
Translation: Fat Joe. Intro (Of All Or Nothing).
love"*} I spit blaze all, napalm, the mic technician Coulda blazed y'all but gave y'all a slight condition Never to defy my wishes I'm the king of NY, all
Fat Joe I can see loneliness, heading my way The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day y'all) Now your shadow's gone away, you took awayyyyy [Fat
every dime, trying to choke a quarter And they ain't selling crack, they selling coke and water Smoking or you're snorting, they copping all the Jordans Nothings
Fat Joe] Put that ass up on the flo', make it clap when you see cats pass for the door. I ain't tryna act gassed at all, chicks attack like he's Joe
tonight (Shorty) [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Put that ass up on the flo', make it clap when you see cats pass for the door. I ain't tryna act gassed at all
to Fat Joe You got reservations in heaven, you ready? Let's go Drop them off, then pop cristal wit Esko I'm a say he hit me first, if me and Dre talk All
leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe We got reservations in heaven, you ready? Let's go Drop them off, then the sound like Esko I'm a say ?? if me and Dre talk All
leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe We got reservations in heaven, you ready? Let's go Drop them off, then the sound like Esko I'm a say ??? if me and Dre talk All
(feat. Nick Cannon, Chingy, Fat Joe) [Intro] New York, Put it on the flo?. New York, Put it on the flo?. (What!) (C?mon) Cali, Put it on the flo?. Cali
(feat. Busta Rhymes, Nick Cannon, Fat Joe) [Intro] New York, Put it on the flo?. New York, Put it on the flo?. (What!) (C?mon) Cali, Put it on the flo
) [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Put that ass up on the flo?, make it clap when you see cats pass for the door. I ain?t tryna act gassed at all, chicks attack like
bitter and cold Everytime she thinking I fold, seven figures get sold Meth, all in your chest, or inhale it all in your nose Cops don't know about this Method, but smell it all
