Fat Joe - It's Nothin lyrics

[Intro:] I am the realest rapper Not gonna lie, I am by far the realest rapper I really did it If you go to my roots, I really did it Not showing them a jump off Like i really did When Chris Lighty signed me I had benzes and Bmws and trucks and er'thing [Verse 1:] I body this beat I'm a track k**er You gon have to sue me, Mack Miller Ever since 16 I'm a crack dealer Spit 16, straight crack ask Mack Miller Ask Bumpy if i knuckle up Lil' haze, Lil' Dro, Double ducks Ray allen couldn't shoot a n***a b**h accept the ball like a tutor giver She got my kids in her mouth, she a baby sitter Make a hit then I'm out [then I'm out] My n***a locked up, bail him out n***a stop asking bout flow Joe New whip, New chain, same logo Turn a deuce-deuce to a 44 It's a no-go if it ain't rose gold In the rose gold spark outs SoHo I got crack for sale n***as wanna crack me down They smile in my face but those n***as really wanna see crack in jail I got crack [crack x2] [Talking] Listen I know you coming back to the game Absolutely And I know you coming like for real ??? Absolutely, We got some, we got some joints A lot of joints done already Joints with Fat Joe ??? We working... We working with a lot of big names [Verse 2:] Now n***as, Talk about me but please don't touch Cuz I ain't got no safety homie, I might bust And when I bust my hot rocks gon hit you And if they miss you, then my dawgs will sic you And we ain't had no shots so we got rabies And if you put up your dukes you'll be pushing up daisies I'm lazy from all that piff that I blow And I get it for cheap from this b**h that I know On the east side, I get on top then she rides When I bus' off I dust off and be slide Gotta go, I'll be back yo I meet the b**hes and exing them out like tic-tac-toe Get that that dough, is what I live by And I'mma get that dough until I desire [Talking] Yo freddie foxxx, what's good my genes It's always been the guest MCs that body everybody's records Cuz i've been underground doing this like that for a while [Outro:] Wappy knuckle spirituals b**h [??] So I an even deeper brotherly bond What level he murderous flow Probably party and hoes Double he's as he goes [?] My k**ers in the 4 5 roll through and make the vibe airy The whole outside line leery Cuz the bump is here It's bout to be some funk in here Real n***as in the room Lule 1 no search, two guns Two shooters on the wings The last thing you wanna do around me Is brag about selling em' things Tempting, raw from the underground pipeline [???????]