give a fuck But you don't want no problem (problem) wroof But you don't want no problem (problem) wroof But you don't want no problem with me Cause BME
[Verse 1 - Fat Joe] Ay , yo It took 8 Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talkin', Mayweather
[Intro - Rico Love (Fat Joe)] Hello... (Coca) Aloha... (Cribs Mania) It's Love... (Yeah) Turn the lights on! [Chorus - Pleasure P (Fat Joe)] I ain't
And have them people leakin like they're CD isn't mastered CD is in plasic, these niggas is has-beens We ain't makin friends while these niggas is Anistons Dig, these niggas is fake joe
(Fat Joe) Yeah, Yeah (Mmm) This is the Terror Squad, Bleach Brother, Colabo (Mmmm) Italiano (what) Ya know da deli Aha, Aha Dirtman Hey yo, Hey yo, Hey
like golf and put a hole in one I don't carry guns but my dawg holdin' one Y'all boys flip bricks, these boys flip tons One time Fat Joe, rest in peace
Flex, is down with us KRS-One, he's down with us The Wu-Tang Clan is down with us Busta Rhymes you know he's down with us Naughty and Fat Joe are down
in the world wanna problem with that? You know I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? [Lil Jon] Let's Go! [Chorus: Fat Joe
[Fat Joe - Verse 1] Wrist on froze, thanks to the stove; Mattress financial, bank's never closed; Monday to Sunday, serve all addicts; Joey Van Gundy,
disguise And believe me dog we ain't scared, hope you came prepared Straight Strong-Armin, nigga we don't play fair [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Fat Joe] B-
You flow cold but Joe flow sicka Even rappin? I'll be like Joe?s that nigger Joe?s got it, supreme team show These are the niggaz you compare to Joe,
know, how I can get in touch with Joe [Fat Joe over "Joe" sample] Yeah, hahaha More money more problems Yup, it's Cook! Yeah [Fat Joe over "Joe" sample
[Chorus:] Rap, Rap, Rap Rappers are in danger, yeah it's The Darkside Ha Welcome to The Darkside You gotta a problem mothafucker then holla all you seen
problems, problems Fuckin with these frauders {?} I had the ambulance racin the street Have your poor momma raisin the sheets, muh'fucker [Chorus] [Fat Joe
touch you (My tech, my mack) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that) Dedicated to my homeboy Pac Love daddy, Facemob in the house Fat Joe
tried to send you [Incomprehensible] Shit is realla then you think, man, you must not know It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe The place
<layzie bone: intro> Yea, what's happenin'? bone thugs~n~harmony Fat joe, terror squad, mo' thugs, The good times nigga, we on top of the world
