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Yeah!Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it outWould you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this?I can't get played, cause I roll with Baby Chris, neverthelessniggaz be tryin to front the roleWhen everybody knows, I'm gonna go goldat least, kickin the funky styles that you wanna hearJoe is bigger and better, so have no fearI'll be rippin the mic, clockin dough, stickin the hoesAfter every single show, you know (know)One of the best to grab the mic so don't try to frontAin't nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want?When I step on stage, I'm second to noneMakin MC's run, without the use of a gun, yeahTalkin about the way I rock a partyNiggaz must be thinkin that I'm high, or drunk on BacardiI be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap sceneI'm mean, my favorite color is greenI guess that's why they call it the bluesYour money you lose, cause you choose to disrespect and neglectthe skills of the Fat one, but I'm all that sonGimme the microphone and I'ma show you how it's gonna be doneSo don't fake moves, cause I never fallThat's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Hey yo I'm livin Fat I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Yo I'm livin Fat I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Yo I'm livin Fat I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)Look at the way I freak this style, I'm versatileNiggaz don't want the funk, because they know I'm buckwildCould you believe the rappers that they talk shitWhile I be rippin the microphone and all my records are hitsThe name is Fat Joe, I'm on the down lowI chill with Lord Finesse, you know I got the flowI be freakin the funk, not fakin the funk, you're facin a punk, yeahFuck around and you'll be layin in ?v-ducts?I got props, believe it or notI never got caught, becuase I pay off the cops, yeahOne of the livest niggaz in New YorkSometimes I be chillin with SonSometimes I be chillin with Hawk, you know thatBrooklyn in the house and Uptown is tooI gotta be sayin peace, to the Boogie the Bronx crewPete, Sap, Brim, Vayo Mack, Gizmo, Nicer, B.G., my main man CrackSo now you know the flav, and you know the timeBrothers always be tellin me, "Joe why don't you kick a Fat rhyme"So I don't front on my peepsKick a verse or two, then be out, and peace GSo don't try to step to dis, you know you take a fallThat's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Aiyyo I'm livin FAT I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Aiyyo I'm livin FAT I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Aiyyo I'm livin FAT I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Aiyyo I'm livin FAT!Ninety-three, Lord Finesse, Fat Joe, Diamond DShowbiz and A.G., D.I.T.C. and I'm outmore