Fat Joe - Heavy Weights lyrics

Yeah (y'all n***as is crazy) Don carta' bomb harder (we makin' a bomb mayne) Terror squad, what, what? (hey yo, uh, ye-yo, terror squad) Don carta' bomb harder (suave house) what the f**? Violator, violator! yeah, uh, yo No heart, that's why them other n***as foul Eight hit me in the cell, said to meet him in the a.t.l At 12 up in the gentelman's club Where you ain't f**in' nothin' less you givin' up dubs Feelin' the love, from tha k**ers and thugs Players and pimps, ladies and gents, swift in the bu*t Not givin' a f**, that's the life I live Trife like this, blow you up wit yo wife and kids I dislike my b**h, but I still gotta deal wit her 16 shot meal getter, that's why I'm still wit her For real n***a, you couldn't possibly lock with me My squad be bringin' more "havoc" than "prodigy" Ain't no stoppin' me, I got k**ers that'll pop for me Run up in my stash and give that a** more beef than broccoli With no apology, yo blocks'll be my property Cop a seat and watch the terror squad prophecy [Chorus] (this is for the heavyweights) Make no mistakes Thirty six O's is my favorite kind of cake (this is for the heavyweights) We runnin' from jail Stackin' that mail, tippin' the scale (this is for the heavyweights) Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice I'm so big, n***as see me twice (this is for the heavyweights) We three guys, that don't play those games You got beef with us, n***a say our names (this is for the heavyweights) Hey yo we live large, big cars, 3-d ice I'm so big, n***as see me twice (this is for the heavyweights) We three guys, that don't play those games You got beef with us, n***a say our names Yeah, yeah Take it to the next level, Joe, crack and big ball Blaze up the hay, one two, mic check y'all All been warned, this heavyweight combination Connected in the disclosed location So n***as won't be runnin' up and make me have to slug at, above that Part of yo' body where your bulletproof hug at Rugrat, you better find some mo' kids to play with Three titanic n***as, we ain't got to say sh** Our way sh**, do some real make em pay sh** Them n***as wit me that don't rap, them the one's that spray sh** Pop pop, with the chop chop, out the drop top Drip drip, goes a n***a blood, til his heart stop Hard times made a n***a write a lot of hard rhymes Hard lines from my mind took eightball big time With fat joe and big pun I guarantee don't none of y'all tricks want none [Chorus] Yo, hey yo f** you! f** your whole crew for breathin' f** your mother, your father, your kids, for no reason I don't give a f** if you da wildest n***a on earth It's one planet and I'm the fattest motherf**er in the universe You worse than a motherf**in' snake in the gra** Fake for the cash, wait til you pa** ? shake and you crash You pay for yo' acts, and all the mistakes you made in yo' past Hope you get raped in yo' a** while you, takin' a bath Up north - you wouldn't last a day and a half I'll bet my weight and my stack, a razor will slash, yo' face and yo' a** Before you can say, "take me at last, I'm ready for d**h" Now you just heavenly strapped A cherry with lips, a fairy or b**h, you barely exist You motherf**ers ready for this? Grab your crucifix, tell God I'm coming for your juicy lips You'se a b**h, don't let me run up in yo crib with the ruthlessness Bruising sh** enough to hurt and pain I'll bring Think y'all pray for pun, n***a say my name I don't play those games, you picked the wrong n***a to f** with Punk b**h, that's why yo' mother s** dick! What [Chorus]