Fat Joe - C'mon lyrics

[ VERSE 1: Fat Joe ] Microphone check one-two I'm here to represent for the Diggin' In the Crates Crew And if you didn't tell, it's the bigger brother Sometimes you can catch me with a undercover lover I come from the Bronx AKA the Boogie Down Used to get dough down low out of town Now I'm makin records, so check it Every time I grab the mic you know I'm gonna wreck it Yeah, the name is Fat Joe, Diamond got the back I'm gonna get paid, get laid and keep funds by the stack Everybody knows the style is lethal Fake MC's and wanna-be's I see through You better make way cause Fat Daddy is home I gotta say rest in peace to my man Tone Montana, and yo, he had juice like Tropicana His father's from San Juan, my father's from Havana Cuba, girls give me blow like a tuba When I hit skins you know I wear the lubri- Cation, peace to the whole Zulu Nation If you step to the crew well then you're facin elimination Now it's time to show and prove And everybody stand back and watch me move [ VERSE 2: Master Rob ] My rhymes are hotter than a cajun in the sun And I used to pack a ton but that was just for fun (Damn) It's Rob and Diamond on another hot track And it's ill for real, so watch the money stack And in fact the sh** takes me way, way back To mockneck, Cazels and AJ slacks Like back in the days in a project called Forest That crazy neighborhood down the block from Morris We used to play hookey to hang out with Joe We would slay hookers like three in a row And then we'd spark a l but them hoes had to go Joe'd hit the beat, then Rob'd catch the flow And after couple of hours then it's off to the show So now you know, now on to the next plateau (The hip-hop) fanatic, (voice) operatic Cute ladies gaspin for air like they was asthmatic (Delivery) on time (battle) it's showtime I'm hotter than war time cause I'm gonna get mine (The rhymes) like bu*ter, (the rhymes) did I stutter? Rob keeps it gutter, go f** with another brother (Fo' sho') I thought you knew (the crew) is Zulu Too true to hip-hop for them to undo (The label) Strong City, (the rivals) I pity The Original Jazzy Jay who always keeps it gritty (The end) What son? (It's over) I'm never done The rapper phenomenon, I done already dust 'em One