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Fat Joe Jealous Ones Still Envy

Put the fuckin' mic on Mic is on Joe Crack the Don, uh Yeah yeah, y'all Irv Gotti What's luv? Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad It should be about us Be

the back of O.J.'s (J) These jealous niggaz is worse than bitches (O) The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches (S) Still talkin' shit, still

to screw me Exit the club, about to cruise up the block now With the Taj, stay frontin' with top down See me in that new thing with my fiancee Ass so fat

(You heard?) Yo, yo, I'm sick and tired of stressin', every days a different lesson I'm free-fallin', tryna leave this deep depression My son Joey still

it? Aiyyo the gangsta's back Stop it right where you at Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe

with hunnies, panties with no tops We take a puff of 'dro be-atch Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what Fat Joe

Rico Love) [Intro: Rico Love (Fat Joe)] Hello... (Coca) Aloha... (Crills Mania) It's Love... (Yeah) Turn the lights on! [Hook: Pleasure P (Fat Joe)]

[feat. Benisour] Hey yo Shyke, we don't give a fuck about that recession [Chorus:] Bitch I'm on the grind movin' 'em cupcakes (cupcakes) Man bust open

witcha Benz rims pokin out (Ten mil) You got the niggaz in the pen straight loc'in out But when the don is on nigga close ya mouth [Fat Joe] Yeah, yo