Fat Joe - Say Word lyrics

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Fat Joe - Say Word lyrics

[Fat Joe] Yeah don't get it f**ed up This sh** is realer than you think Goin out to all them n***az gettin cream Drivin them beemers them NSX's them Lexus All up in the clubs buyin out the bars and sh** Uhh money man in the house Yeah uhh.. Sparks are flashin from oowops blastin A face gets bashed in for street crews clashin Forever be forever great It's the same sh** tomorrow eulogies of sorrow Nonstop dramas, chumps think they hard smokin ? It's all for steel my son, light as a tongue The connections I got, I can lamp while you get done Remember that, I dismember cats that act A plain and simple fact is I react on impact I'm plenty versatile, wild Have you screamin like your head short a few vials No more slabs and dollar cabs Strictly Lexus Coupes with my troops feel the Alpine blast Extra dark tints, for sticky events Suspense makes the lead dispense A baby oil ma**age when I'm feelin intense Fly mami's with ki's taped to their bo-ties Transportin through a airport securities In cahoots with the San Juan authorities Hated by majorities, loved by minorities Uhh, the top dog, ?? Hazardous to your health like smog Chorus: Fat Joe (repeat 2X) (Say word) Word! f** what you heard sh** is realer than you think, you n***az must be slow (Say word) Word! You best to act like you know It's that real n***a sh** from Fat Joe [Fat Joe] Business chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters at Jimmy's Cafe, a gla** of Peirier Chick go for celly book a room at the Holiday Inn, so I can get her and a friend Menage a trois livin the life of a star Overweight overpaid, pockets bustin out the seams While you s**ers havin limousine dreams I got you all sized up, n***az wise up A Fat Beat truck'll be pickin all you guys up Word to mother, sh** is realer than you think Hit my lady with diamond rings, gold links and minks A nickel-plated trey-deuce, pearl handle is pink So there's no muggin, all you n***az must be buggin The mac in the trunk's what I'm luggin (Say word) GEYEAH, save it for the hook Terror Squad's everywhere you look n***az is vexed from all the hoes I took From Trinity Ave all the ways down the Brook Chorus 1.5X [Fat Joe] Yeah, goin out to my n***a Big Frank 1-7-0 Joe Notorious One, yeah Uncle Dan got my back Charlie Rock L.D., up in Auburn, doin your time Swear to God when you come home you'll be on n***a Word is bond, Tony Montana, rest in peace

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