Part Deux Fat Joe

[Verse 1]
How many emcees must get dissed?
How many motherfuckin mics I got to rip? Til you
Are considerate, illegitimate, rap motherfuckers
Stop talkin your shit!! Yeah
Fat Joe, Jealous One's Envy
Steppin to the jam niggas actin all friendly
Smilin in my face, and all the whiles they wanna
Take my fuckin place, them backstabbers, them backstabbers
I got some shit for your whole damn crew
How the fuck you gon' face a Mac-11 with a twenty-two?
And then deliver, I'll shake your shiver
And shatter your bones, the modern day Al Capone
Step into my zone and get blown
He who claims to wear the crown'll get the throne, check it
There's many emcees in this world of rap
But not too many emcees can fuck with Joey Crack
In fact, yo, I be the realest you know
With the illest of flows, bustin caps at po-po's

[Hook]
"You gotta flow Joe!" All these niggas know the time
When I come through I shine with these genuine rhymes
"Let em know Joe!" What you mean they don't know?
I'm representin right now like I represented befo'
"You gotta flow Joe!" All these niggas know the time
When I come through I shine with these genuine rhymes
"Let em know Joe!" What you mean they don't know?
What you mean they don't know? What you mean they don't know?