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{*DJ cuts "Guess who's back?"*}[Fat Joe]Yeah..The Fat Gangsta..Here comes the nigga from the Eastwho just been crowned for most hated by policeThe public enemy, rapper at largewho's known throughout the industry for pullin niggaz cardsYou know the situation, Zulu NationNever forget the Bronx because the Bronx the foundationFat Joe, a.k.a. Joey CrackNiggaz be like he's fat, bitches be like he's all thatMotherfuckers know my rep, I never frontedNiggaz be talkin mad shit, but they don't want itIt's the realer MC, the drug dealer MCIf a nigga fake jax, I'm gonna kill a MCYeah, you can't handle the truthFuck around and get thrown off the project roofMad lives have been lost and forgottenNiggaz better watch they back, the Big Apple's gone rotten Microphone check, one two one two Shouts to the East and the West coast crew Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true {"That's all I ask of you.."}When I step in the jam all eyes are on meSold out crowds, with curiosityEverybody wants to know, could the man still flip it?Microphone gifted, unrealisticComin with the bomb bass for the underground headsFlex got the most, Serge got the landspreadKeepin shit real, niggaz know the dealJust through trial and comin down on appealMicrophone Joe I own it, bitches wanna bone itBlowin out the tweeters in your musical componentIt's your man Fat Joe, oh, is that so?You remember me from, "You know ya got to Flow"One time for your mind off the top of a domeNever leave for home without the motherfuckin chromeWord to Tone, Big Daddy, I know he's chillinPeace to all the villains out of state makin millions cause ah Microphone check, one two one two Shouts to the East and the West coast crew Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true {"That's all I ask of you.."} Microphone check, one two one two Shouts to the East and the West coast crew Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true {"That's all I ask of you.."}From the Bronx to Queensbridge, on back to RedhookNever lost a gram on any eighth that I cookedFat Joe, army fatigue and black chuckersHardcore lyrics to all my real motherfuckersI'm tryin to see cream, in the millions, retireand go play golf with Russell SimmonsThat's the type of mission that I'm onAiyyo my word is bond, I keep a army just as deep as FarrakhanYou.. can't.. deal with the manwho be holdin down the fort with the gauge in his handI know you love the way I grab the mic and spark itYou hookers'll NEVER get your hands inside my pockets Microphone check, one two one two Shouts to the East and the West coast crew Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true {"That's all I ask of you.."} Microphone check, one two one two Shouts to the East and the West coast crew Whatever you do, keep this hip-hop shit true {"That's all I ask of you.."}{*"Everybody knows Fat Joe's in town.."*}more