Fat Joe Bronx Tale Lyrics

[Intro: KRS-One]
Music please
Yes, welcome to Jealous One's Envy
We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product
It is a Relativity Records product, artist Fat Joe
My name is KRS-One
And of course we're gonna bring THE noise
Cause we can never be toys

[KRS-One]
Yes I am the ultimate, uttering ultimatum's for the fun of it
It appears to me you don't know who you f___in with
You can't see this with bifocals cause you're local
Can't hang with my vocals, better you f___ with Sonny Bono
Or Yoko Ono, but KRS oh NO NO
You might think you all that see, but I don't give a f___ though!
I'm rolling hard like God for the squad black
Packin them poppers b____, where that money be at?

[Fat Joe]
Aiyyo I be the show stopper, as I shine like gold
Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake n____ dropper
Which borough, is the thorough
I know, do you know, let me know I'm sayin though
The c__e connector, sweating leather with reflectors
Don't get caught up in my sector, or I'ma haveta inject ya
With a slab of this lyrical dope s___
Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this
Fat Joe the true and living will prevail
Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale
Will I fail? I doubt it
I'm the n____ catchin bodies while other n____z fantasize about it

[KRS]
True indeed, behind my back MC's claim they can serve me
In my face they screaming "We're not worthy!"
Youse a has been, actually you ain't been
I be touring, while you be home taping
So what punk, you could battle in a second
Frankly the bottom line, is where's your hit record?
You claim I'm jocking, claim I'm on your d___, where's your witnesses?
If I'm on your d___ my name has got to be syphillis!

[Chorus:]
{If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck}
{Up up up and away cuz I don't play clown}
{If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck}
{Buck buck buck take that witcha on the way down}

[Fat Joe]
As we proceed to lock it down, don't get it f___ed up
We be the kings of the Boogie Down
All we do is spark izm and get cash
Torturing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz (Bo! bo! bo! bo!)
It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo
Get so much love, I'm payin sixteen on a kilo
Sendin n____z outta town, still got control of the Boogie Down
Now how the f___ you sound? (Yeahhh)
Ain't no army that could harm me or bomb me
C'mon G you clowns ain't got a f___in thing on me
I'm flashy like white linen (tell em)
Your rap is under pressure like two outs tied score in the ninth inning
I'm down with Kris and ain't no stopping me
I'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top of me
It's 'My Philosophy', but for now it's in the corridor
Slappin caps like a ball hittin hard to my laborator
These m_________ers don't want it
(Word to mother Joe, these n____z don't want it!)

[Chorus]

[KRS]
Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy
My style is too curvy, what you tellin me?
But your flimsy a__ will go home after the battle
And find I'm your boss with KRS-One up in your memory
I know your kind, you rap write
You're Mr. John Gotti the Don, but you're just another bwotty mon
Telecro bwotty mon, how you collect
Rap magazines dating back to, Tougher than Leather
The only reason you got, such an extensive rap collection
Cuz most of your rap mags are all stuck together
Watch what you sayin, watch what you say
When your skull gets cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead?
Your file is dead, kneel to the rap God in bed
Fore I slap you way 'Back in the Dayz' like Ahmad
Don't get me fed up, or vexed up, cuz you'll get set up
My crew don't let up, I be dead up in this piece (tell em)
Recognize it's Blastmaster KRS-One
For ten years, Fat Joe, chillin on the East.