Fat Joe - Swear To God lyrics

[Kent Jones:] Anybody got a problem, had a problem Look at me funny, owe me money, n***a I swear to God I swear to God But he ain't gon' save ya Not even your neighbors Run off with that dough I put that bread on your head, n***a I put that bread on your head Run off with that dough I put that bread on your head [Fat Joe:] Don't anybody make real sh** anymore? Guns so big, sh** drag on the floor Press that elevator, got at least three floors With at least three who*es When I leave, these yours, okay That's why I call you Jos� 'Cause you do whatever these hoes say I burn so much heat that the block, they call me Whiteshide They drivin' D's up the wall Dark Knights ride Heroin Joe Could you compare? Um, no? Roll my green in that red leaf, Toronto My Mexicana mami say USA Global Joe, move the foreign off the new estate Put that bread on your head They be moppin' the street Horse head on your bed This is mafia peace Uh, I just might give you a fifty pack And tell 'em bring FK 5.60 back [Kent Jones:] Anybody got a problem, had a problem Look at me funny, owe me money, n***a I swear to God I swear to God But he ain't gon' save ya Not even your neighbors Run off with that dough I put that bread on your head, n***a I put that bread on your head Run off with that dough I put that bread on your head [Remy Ma:] Man if I liked your man's face, I would have sat on it Put some bread on your head, empty the TEC on it I ain't talkin' 'bout cash, I put a check on it You thought we was alright, I went left on it In that number one spot, b**h, you dead on it Baby when you say my name, put some respek on it Yeah, you had a nice run but now the question is Y'all finished or y'all done? And ya been sayin' somethin', said somethin' Or mentioned my name, ho Put a bullet in the brain of the man on your Polo You can get this work for free, it's pro bono I put funds on your bundles, mad dough on your afro Guap on your top, green on your bean Dubs on your mug, a new bag on your doo-rag I put them ends on your edges, b**h I swear to God I drop some bands on your nappy extensions, b**h [Kent Jones:] Anybody got a problem, had a problem Look at me funny, owe me money, n***a I swear to God I swear to God But he ain't gon' save ya Not even your neighbors Run off with that dough I put that bread on your head, n***a I put that bread on your head Run off with that dough I put that bread on your head Anybody got a problem, had a problem Look at me funny, owe me money, n***a I swear to God I swear to God But he ain't gon' save ya Not even your neighbors Run off with that dough I put that bread on your head, n***a I put that bread on your head Run off with that dough I put that bread on your head