Bronx Tale Fat Joe (Ft. KRS-One)

[Intro: KRS-One]
Music please
Yes, welcome to Jealous One's Envy
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It is a Relativity Records product, artist Fat Joe
My name is KRS-One
And of course we're gonna bring THE noise
Cause we can never be toys

[Verse 1: KRS-One & Fat Joe]
Yes I am the ultimate, uttering ultimatum's for the fun of it
It appears to me you don't know who you fucking with
You can't see this with bifocals 'cause you're local
Can't hang with my vocals, better you fuck with Sonny Bono
Or Yoko Ono, but KRS oh NO NO
You might think you all that but I don't give a fuck though
I'm rolling hard like God for the squad black
Packin them poppers bitch, where that money be at?
Aiyo I be the show stopper, as I shine like gold
Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake nigga dropper
Which borough is the thorough
I know, do you know? Let me know I'm sayin though
The coke connector, sweating leathers with reflectors
Don't get caught up in my sector
Or I'ma have to inject ya with a slab of this lyrical dope shit
Fake MCs and wannabe's best to quote this
Fat Joe the true and living will prevail
Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale
Will I fail? I doubt it
I'm the nigga catching bodies, while other niggas fantasize about it
True indeed, behind my back MCs claim they can serve me
In my face they screaming, "We're not worthy!"
Youse a has been, actually you ain't been
I be touring while you be home taping
So what punk, you could battle in a second
Frankly the bottom line is where's your hit record?
You claim I'm jocking, claim I'm on your dick, where's your witnesses?
If I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphilis