Fat Joe J.O.S.E. Lyrics

talking]
Aiyyo Crack, these n____z is playin mad childish games
n____z act like it's a rap..
Yeah it's a rap, for y'all motherf-rr-uckers
n____z replacin the 'G' in gangsta, with PR's and W's
Pranksta w___sta-a__ n____z
You know roses on caskets of those that oppose the squadus
f___ tri-borough, we reppin five borough
Get at these n____z straight music!

[Fat Joe]
Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat
I can't believe n____z schemin on Jo-seph
Nah man, this ain't the way it's goin down
n____z talk too much s___, and I jump like the sound
They fear my presence like the rest of them
Jose's the bettin informer, flesh-n-blood like the president
Now maybe I'm a target on the pedastal
Got a little fame now, n____z wanna harm me for my revenues
Start ya little beef, that's the s___ I love to eat
I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed
My own n____z let them hoes make 'em envy
Posin like they friendly when I'm knowin they resent me
That's the s___ that get me aggrevated
It be the same n____z in ya face talkin bout "I'm glad ya made it"
Fake n____z.. Jers' State n____z..
Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate n____z
You've now tuned in to the sounds of Jose
Where we push s__, money, drugs, and violence all day
Mostly heard in penals and project hallways
And by n____z blowin trees out the back of O.J.'s

[Hook]
(J) These jealous n____z is worse than b____es!
(O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches!
(S) Still talkin s___, still ain't s___!
(E) You envious n____z can suck my d___!

[talking]
(J) Hahaha, ohhh, now y'all feelin the kid
(O) Yeah n____, South Boogie ain't goin nowhere
(S) Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is
(E) Blaze n____z over beats, in the streets
Joe Crack gon' hold that down
You seen the kid up in the clubs; BET, MTV,
on yo' block, on my block, however you wanna f___in slice it
b______s, POOF!!

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