Fat Joe - That White lyrics

[40 seconds of ad libs to open] Fat Joe, Joe Crack, sh**'s all the same Old rusty a** block from which I came Fat boy big dreams, Mac-10, the vest When Mac-10 shoot teams try to shoot up the set But I'm a G n***a, I'll loosen the Tec Wet the whole block, sip Grey Goose in the jet Pzhooom... back to the Boogie Backpack rappers they should have a plaque in the Boogie of me~!!! You know why? Number one hustler I opened up the floodgates, my "Flow Joe" customers [laughing] We all about the gunplay but still take time out to pray every Sunday [Chorus: various samples scratched] The watch is sick, the chain is Alaska Whip so many (P's) now they callin me the +Master+ UNGHHHH! Thank God for that white I've been slingin it all day, we cookin it all night It's on with the don, never let sh** slide Have your a** wear a patch like Slick Rick's side Talk money, there's so much money, I can't even count Gotta put it on a scale, ten grand weigh a ounce Same corner all week, got the scene closed off Should be draft in the league the way I pa** those off Coca! Now you know it's me I was always G, you a sometimes thug You fake hustle in your hustle and you sometimes drug You ask if a n***a k** yeah I sometimes does, CRACK! [Chorus] Primo whattup my n***a, ha ha We had to touch it again you heard me "sh** Is Real" you heard me sh** on these f**-boys, you heard me? Thank God for that whiiiiiiiite Crack! Coca! Krillz-mania Macho whattup n***a? (Big L rest in peace...)