Tytuł: Watch out

• Wykonawca: Fat Joe
• Wyświetleń: 267

  
   [Fat Joe]
  Yeah!!
  Straight out the heroin infested streets of the Bronx
  Home of corrupt cops
  Where niggaz get they motherfuckin wigs pushed back
  even if they don't fake jax
  Fat Joe, bringin forth the illest motherfuckers
  in this whole rap game
  Hey yo Armageddon, let these motherfuckers know
  
  [Armageddon]
  You look, I look, you invite it, I took
  I forever wearin it, you know stone cold crook
  What's truth, what's lie? Who's people, who spy?
  It's life and death, choose live or die
  Ultimates who made em why do we even exist?
  When we die is there heaven or is it total blackness?
  For any touch there's a feeling
  Touch and y'all felt
  We can exchange shots, until our chambers melt
  There's mad tension in the air (mad tension in the air)
  over one man's stare, you wanna dare, yo Crack
  Eject the Czech from the glove compartment
  Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like arson
  It's dangerous business
  Opposites, these strangers be bendin opposites
  So put your face in mine, best brace your spine
  Cause opposites may attract, but they don't combine
  My impact so fat, you feel your vertabrates grind
  Now delayed second thoughts run through your mind
  When my slugs connect, and strike your major arteries
  When my fists connect, they causin major injuries
  What you know Junior? You not evil
  
  [Fat Joe]
  Uhh, the South Bronx is the wrong place to visit
  I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it
  Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines
  Hey yo Punisher, hit em with that ill type rhyme
  
  [Big Punisher]
  Yo, I cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig'
  My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm a nasty kid
  I blast a pig and slit his throat just for ? L
  My skills {undecipherable} puffin boom in Hell
  I doom the world like I was God and throw my gun away
  Then snatch the moon out the sky, and blow the sun away
  Me and my brothers play hardball
  Strictly hardcore, lyrics til I'm finished breakin God's laws
  My job's raw but I gotta do it - I'm feelin high then buddhaed
  so you might get shot and lose a lot of fluid
  The spot I blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids
  I would earn a wage with the thirty gauge
  There's dirty ways to get paid if you got the balls
  Just load the glock and cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers
  Don't stop or pause, let the shotty go up his butt
  to finish up, punchin body blows and uppercuts
  
  [Fat Joe]
  The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit
  I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it
  Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines
  Hey yo Keith Nut, hit em with that ill type rhyme
  
  [Keith Nut]
  Yo, I cause damage, rap's redhanded bandit
  Well I'll be god damnit, I kick ass like I'm yo' parents
  Prepare for the slaughter when my brain is out of order
  Got kicked out my church cause I got caught fuckin my preacher's daughter
  Menace like Dennis on the M.I.C.
  You best run son, I'm sendin emcees up shit's creek
  So don't sleep, cause I creep, on New York streets
  like I'm a big fat dick, wack emcees is ass-cheeks
  Yo, I'm that nigga that'll kidnap yo' kids
  Take em home, fuck em good, then send em back to you in bandages
  You lose, cause I got, the ill street, and still keep
  the toast close, and rep-a, resent-a, the East coast
  So watch your back black, Bronx niggaz don't play
  If you ever fake jax, I'll slit yo' throat like O.J.
  
  [Fat Joe]
  Yeah, that's my motherfuckin crew
  Straight out the South Bronx
  The livest motherfuckin corners of the Bronx
  Keepin in realer, my motherfuckin nigga Keith Nut
  Armageddon the Reddin
  My nigga Big Dog Punisher
  Straight out the Full Eclipse Camp
  All you motherfuckers know the times, yeah
  Watch your motherfuckin back
  Blow out the back of your domepiece
  D.I.T.C. forever motherfucker..