Fat Joe & Big Pun - Freestyle - Fat Joe

We got artist of the year rhyming here Grammy nominations and platinum plus ain't nothing baby All I want in life, all night long Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo You priceless, you like diamonds and icey wrists We got chedda, I'm twice as rich Make you bite your lips, Jenny you know you like unless Nice and thick, if you ever leave me I'd slice my wrists Treat you like a bitch, never that We got beef where my niggaz at Streets is where I'm living at Where the glock, that's the sounds of the mini mack Where we at, uptown where its really at Here me yack, I want the mansion, the yacht Advance on the spot, we can dance till we drop Let my hands slip a knot Joe you the don Jenny you the bomb Any man disrespect, good as gone When I opened up my eyes today Felt the sun shining on my face It became so clear to me That everything is going my way I feel like there's no limit to what I can see Got rid of my fears that were holding me My endless possibilities Has the whole world opened up for me That's why I'm feeling I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself like I should 'Cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's gonna turn me around Now the day is turning into night And everything is still going right There's no way you can stop me this time Or break this spirit of mine, oh no Like the stars above I'm gonna shine Anything I want will be mine Tonight I'm gonna have a good time Call a few friends of mine 'Cause I'm loving life, and tonight's for feeling I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself like I should (Like I should yeah) 'Cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's gonna turn me around I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself like I should 'Cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's gonna turn me around Boricua, that's you mamacita Puertorican diva, from la isla bonita Let me freak ya on the dance floor Lead your man off He's just trying to get your pants off That's the last straw Pun I ain't got a glass jaw Better run when you see me coming through the back door Crack smart, I give it all for my brother There's to things I don't share That's my money and my mother I love honeys since the paradise for real Seis caps some steel, this better scrap for real Shut up your grill You know we never fight It's your world girl, set it off right I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself like I should 'Cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's gonna turn me around I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself like I should 'Cause not one thing Can bring me down And nothing in this world's gonna turn me around I'm feelin' so Party all the night Everything is feelin' right DJ Party all the night Everything is feelin' right DJ The world's gonna treat me right I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself like I should (Play my song for me) 'Cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's gonna turn me around I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself like I should 'Cause not one thing Can bring me down Nothing in this world's gonna turn me around I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself like I should 'Cause not one thing Can bring me down And nothing in this world's gonna turn me around I'm feeling so good I knew that I would Been taking care of myself like I should 'Cause not one thing

(Buju banton) Never jump up in-a mi face, cause I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is fat joe alongside di banton Hey (what about pun? Rudebwoy, salute with your gun) Terror squad leader, come down. (Verse 1: fat joe) When I was young I blazed the corner with a vengeance Crack king descendant, 14 years old facin a sentence Me and tone soul still co-defendants Know your legends fat joe, soul blowin up sessions Split dough with detectives to get my flow in protection Through the ice on my gold you see your own reflection Can't tell me shit about murder and movin weight I got niggas that's off the scale that'll bust through you and your mate It's proven today, armageaddon's comin sooner than late We rappers that really blast, I know cuban relates 50 niggas of terror, rockin 560 leathers Some of us are dyin to gain, but the name lives forever Marked on my flesh to make my thoughts manifest When I spark, no man's heart could withstand through the test Apply the pressure like I used to do, but crack never left I traded in my double breasted for a mac and a vest What the f**k? (Buju banton) Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun Never judge a book by di cover dat's wrong Dis is fat joe alongside di banton Hey (what about pun?) Lord (Rudebwoy, salute with your gun) Tonight is a whole lot of fun (Verse 2: buju banton) Tell them, icin this >from the heart of kingston to the ice of alaska Buffalo soldier, hardcore rasta I am di originial, f**k di impostor Determined to make it with or without ya No borders, no boundaries I've got to take care of my enemies Don't you oppress, eleviate stress Disrespect??? wreckless Artillery strapped over my chest Bullet a-penetrate from right out to left Skip and dive, duck like _the matrix_ >from the day I've been born I have been a target Get-get-get, whenever whoever Disrespect buju banton - never Lord ??? clever Wanted, make di front page of di??? Terror squad crew, you're takin over Over, over, over Hear dis Never jump up in-a mi face, cause I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is fat joe alongside di banton Tell them (What about pun? Rudebwoy, salute with your gun) Rudebwoy???? pon down (Verse 3: big pun) Easy. Seeeeeen? Little baby jacker, raised my little sister while you baby-sat Why she livin fat, she ain't got a baby back Ya heard? cause where we at it's either live or die I seen a nigga sky high from blye, cause he thought the shit was fly I let you ride if you bustin I let you die if you bluffin Cause to die is the whole price of nothin You f**kin with all brothers and bronx bombers Who want drama, word to my dead and gone mama Let me find the next muthaf**ka Disrespect fat joe, the don carta And i'ma have to jig a nigga like shawn carter What's wrong, partner? Punisher peel your banana, see you mañana Leave your mama covered with a white??? That's right, i'ma be there with my guns Blowin the spot, I ain't got no hair on my tongues Cause where I'm from we don't only talk the talk We walk the walk, b-x, baby, new york, new york (Buju banton) Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong This was fat joe and buju banton Tell them (What about pun? Rudebwoy, salute with your gun) (Fat joe) Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Buju banton Original rasta gangsta Fat joe Terror squad massive What, what? Murderous What

Pass the glock word up Pass the glock (t-squaders) uh ha, (t-squaders) (Armageaddon) *Whispering in background* You can't stop t-squad You can't stop t-squad Can't stop it, can't stop it (Armageaddon) 2x Somebody call the cops For us to stop'll take all of they got Uptown and the bronx, my squad is legends off of the block (terror squad!) Deep in the borough where the corners is smoldering hot My team is known for smokin the glock To the hole in your rock (terror squad!) (Triple seis) I murder men wit the poisonous flow, my pen Hurt em for they dough and they gm's wit mac 10 No relaxin, straight action when it's on Call up pun and the don, come up heavily armed Niggas better be calm or i'ma set the alarm And a hundred strong'll form in shape of a bomb My squads'll forever bomb wit a war like lebanon And we hardcore till we dead and gone so go ahead and mourn (Cuban link) Aiyyo seis I'm pacin back and forth Wit thoughts of bein trapped up north But after I come off wit it y'all can push em out the door So cock the four pound (four pound) Lock the fort down (fort down) >from new york to georgetown (georgetown) Knockin off clowns that? clap em off rounds? It's war now so toss the nine? 'cause i'ma floss and shine You lost your mind if you thought your rhymes was comin close to mine Eyes that drop signs like einstein Applyin the iron to your spine And find you dyin on primetime 2x (Prospect) Aiyyo we break barriers, we recipe holders and cake carriers That dominate the devil tryin to make the fake marry us Hilarious how we mute crews, and nigga this is true news Dudes'll blow you outta ya two shoes Who chose to front it, they don't really want it Yo I stay philly blunted, prospect wit the nine milly gun it I leave you dented by the way glock pop Take a hot shot, push ya knot back like a drop top (Armageaddon) Freeze like coke in the drop or ya float when I'm totin the glock I'm blast any feelings you catch from this to emotional stop Host it on top, label the worst to the topic Worshippin violence, push you back Like a cursor does the words by the silence Hush, slow up before you blow ya clutch Hold my forty-four wit lust, an then I'll take your soul like a holy touch The tat on my arm's like the rhymes I write 'Cause armageaddon rivals life Give my hype I might bust it tonight 2x (Big punisher) My shit bang like a clock I pull your chain till it pop Put one in your brain for f**kin wit the creme of the crop Sayin I'm hot, while you playin I'm blazin the spot Makin you bop, makin my way to the top Breakin the lock, takin a shot at the title Ready to rock at my rivals Like pac everything I drop is the bible Cop it on vinyl, there's just a little cursing If you want ya head to burst Play it in reverse, you'll hear the devil's version (Fat joe) Hear the metal's burstin, there's a terror lurkin It's a certain, whoever searchin to find God when my clips inserted Words are blurted when we bust guns, you heard it Left ya *gun shot* murdered I know ya *scream* was stunned by the verdict I'm a free man, kill your free lance for only three grand Makin an examp for my other workers and cut off each hand You greedy mothaf**kas I'll see you in hell Jealous niggas wanna see me in jail fiendin to tell 2x

Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah Uh, Lotta money in here Uh, Terror Squad Now and forever Top of the world, Tun Yeah, uh Yeah, uh They call me Joey Crack my name'll never be forgotten Livin' in the NY city thats rotten Niggas on the block still screamin' and plottin' Wonderin' if my squad gon stop bubblin' But we not cuz we all still shinin' You average, We floss four karat diamonds Layin' up in the plushes suite Wit the thuggish freaks She love to eat plus bust the heat We touch the streets wit the same principles Everyday gotta get this cash know it makes sense to you Joe Crack one in a million Get cash from drug deals But still keep the weapons concealed Build wit the gods Todays madd fast cars Who copped what and got shot comin' out the bar My repitore is far beyond belief Y'all ain't much to me Honestly you can't fuck wit me (Chorus)-Big Pun It's my life, my money, my world My girls, TS electrify the sky like the 3rd rail Want us to fail cuz you on our dick But as long as every song is rich you can't tell me shit We been doin' this since Prince was the bomb Before he changed his name and started making wack songs Before the trigger talk and the heat wit chalk Was our last resort and niggas took it to the streets I live the plush life Nothing on my wrist but crushed ice Bumpin' the heist in the GS wit the bug lights Just the life that the playa portrays Lookin' laced in my FJ560's It's many ways that we gon get it Look how many years we don did it Cop land and build a home in it That's all I ever wanted dreamed of Create a mean buzz Slick C.R.E.A.M. and show my team love You see us on B.E.T. Rockin' ice blue suits pardon the jewlery Is the same fat kid from the Ave of Trinity It's been around three years since my last LP But it gets no better than this Consecutive hits You on some Jealous Ones Envy shit Conpetitive bitch I got my enemies mapped out No doubt Take the leer jet to Cali theres a party up at Shaq's house You don't wanna compare counts pull ya stash out The ultraviolet from my ice will make you pass out My niggas force black outs Shoot up ya skate key You love to hate me Pushin' the dope ass ride doin' a hundred-eighty (Chorus)-Big Pun (Ad-lib til end) Yeah, gon ride for you Yeah, uh, uh, uh Gon ride for you Gon ride for you (Ha, Ha, Ha, Huh) Yeah, We gon ride for you We gon ride for you Yeah, We gon ride for you, motherfuckin' gon ride for you Ha, yeah, Everybody in the struggle Hold ya head baby, Uh Yeah, Charli Rock LD, Big Surge, Big Frank, Big O Huh, We gon ride for you, best believe I'ma ride for you Ha, ha, yeah I'm gon ride for you, best believe we gon ride for you Terror Squad, 9-8, New Millenium Joey Crack, realness 1 (7X's) Tony Montana, Yeah what

¿Aló? Maria Isabel, ¿cómo le va? Hola, Pablo Escobar Bien Le quiero pedir un favor muy grande en nombre del país Sí ¿Por qué no hacemos algo para que se entregue y le Garanticen la vida, y se pueda ver con su familia? Yo estoy disponible para eso, Yo soy el-el-el que tiene mejor voluntad en ese caso Estoy dispuesto a aceptar una cárcel intermedia I'ma give you real talk Had to cut a couple bitches off This year I'm only tryna get paid I made a resolution that a hundred milli is the goal If I don't get it then I motherfuckin' lost Yeah, it's like that, all facts, no cap Do you look like that in person like you do up on the 'gram on vacay? Girls trip, pictures in the sand Got a NBA sponsor and advance I'ma shoot my shot, Kawhi Leonard with the shot In the corner wit' my niggas while she trap, yeah Baddies over thots, Birkin bags mean a lot If you pull up with some lean, then you might get in between It's a real big difference when you on a winnin' team Got a condo full of condoms and a California King She be like, "I'm a queen, where my wedding ring?" I'm like, "Look, ma, I'm married to the streets" Wait, I just turned the color of my backyard blue (Blue) Swimmin' in the ocean and a pool (Pool) Lappin' these niggas in a game, it ain't a race It's a marathon, yeah, I'm living proof (Proof) Shawty hit me, "Can I bring a friend?" (Bring a friend) Ayy, it's summer, so you better bring a ten (Bring a ten) With your two-piece on, Dior, Fendi, or Chanel When you pull up, baby girl, you jumpin' in Big splash on 'em Ha, yeah, splash on 'em, yeah You ain't scared to get wet, woo Splash on 'em, yeah, big splash on 'em Dre, big splash on 'em, big — Remy Ma, fuckin' squad Big splash, oh my God Shh, eat the pussy, don't talk Learn to swim before you drown You gotta crawl 'fore you walk, huh? Huh, I'ma take a nigga downtown Breathe in, breathe out Yeah, then I'ma let you backstroke in it But before I do, you got a heads up Nigga, I'm so icy (So icy) Richard Quinn on the fit, so pricey Tell parole, Rem back on the bullshit Eighth, bigger check, four bands if the shoe fits Rich bitch, yeah, I could throw the cash on 'em Bad attitude, baby, I could spaz on 'em See I could pass on 'em or throw that ass on 'em Give 'em a lil' drip or I could big splash on 'em I just turned the color of my backyard blue (Blue) Swimmin' in the ocean and a pool (Pool) Lappin' these niggas in a game, it ain't a race It's a marathon, yeah, I'm living proof (Proof) Shorty hit me, "Can I bring a friend?" (Bring a friend) Ayy, it's summer, so you better bring a ten (Bring a ten) With your two-piece on, Dior, Fendi, or Chanel When you pull up, baby girl, you jumpin' in Big splash on 'em Ha, yeah, splash on 'em, yeah You ain't scared to get wet, woo Splash on 'em, yeah, big splash on 'em Big splash on 'em, big — Ayo we really the real in the Zion era (Zion) Ten toes down, pray my niggas live forever (Live forever) Pillows in the Rolls, that's a 'sace ('Sace) Doin' coastal, we might do the 'malfi Everybody know rap's young Gotti So many hoes, lost count on the bodies Hit in jail, I was fuckin' on the C.O Big, big red had her hunched on her tiptoes Pray to God she ain't pregnant Came hard, blew and took it on the pendant Big money, man, you could blame Rich Pablo, Gustavo, all for the Chapo (For the Chapo) Blood diamonds on the Jesus Wrist lit like the Wraith roof If you see a bad bitch, point her out (Point her out) From Chanel to a Birkin, gettin' around the house I just turned the color of my backyard blue (Blue) Swimmin' in the ocean and a pool (Pool) Lappin' these niggas in a game, it ain't a race It's a marathon, yeah, I'm living proof (Proof) Shorty hit me, "Can I bring a friend?" (Bring a friend) Ayy, it's summer, so you better bring a ten (Bring a ten) With your two-piece on, Dior, Fendi, or Chanel When you pull up, baby girl, you jumpin' in Big splash on 'em Ha, yeah, splash on 'em, yeah, yeah You ain't scared to get wet, woo Splash on 'em, yeah, big splash on 'em, yeah (Chee) Big splash on 'em, yeah Big, big, big, big

Like who the fuck gone play with say I'll shoot you in your face I be out here going ape make me put you in your place Tay k ima do the race swerve knock em out of place Yeah we know where he stay com play & you gone meet the grave I hate da slangs say a name & ima buss a nigga brain If you blinging ima real nigga snatch a nigga chain don't do no gang Only brothers round me gone leave a stain don't play no games What you said I ain't friendly don't say my name bitch "Yeah I know they fucking with that they gone b fucking with that fr but look watch this fuck with this fr" All the opps be talking shit till they meet this fucking stick 30 for a pussy bitch why you steady pulling dick no I won't miss won't stress the shit Just wait till I catch the bitch god gone need to bless the bitch it was me who blitz your click Got the drop I took the pick Ramsey intercept his shit I flip da pack then send the hit He another off the list now switch the shit I need a brick my brother orchestrate the hit He tender thanking with his dick I got the drop from my lil bitch We pull up bitch get on the ground don't move don't make a fucking sound we gone gun a nigga down if he try to move around Nigga know I'm 10 toes down when I'm spending thru the town Bitch I'm posted in that raq yeah I'm strapped up with my gat nigga bet not try to jack ima take off that boy hat dumb