Respect Mine Fat Joe (Ft. Raekwon)
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[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, what's up, kid? How you, yeah
Straight up and down
This is the Chef comin' out of Wu-Tang Clan
Representin Shaolin to the fullest, son!
I mean, I'm here right now with my nigga, Fat Ji-doe
Representin' the Boogie Down, and the rest of the Tri-Borough
So what we gonna do right here, son?
Ayo, matter fact, son, I'm tired of these niggas, man!
Word up!
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Hey yo, it's total devastation for any MC that poses
I paint the town red with clips and dum-dums and bloodshed
The Fat MC, from the B-X
Vicious like a T-Rex, who slips into a three-X
Rappers fuck up, and end up, in the obituary
Don't know the meaning of real, check the dictionary
I got no time for conversation
Makin' MC's run for the border like the immigration
A Puerto Rican villain who be dealin' and illin' for nothin'
You ain't a playa, you just bluffin'
Point blank, we can even do this with gats and shanks
It's your selection
I can become president without elections
I got mad connections, Fat Joe, the rap wizard
Brainstorms come in swarms, get lost in the blizzard
Word to mother, I take your life
Sodomize your daughter and make a widow out your wife
It's the relentless, nobody can check this
Fat Joe, you know The Yung and Resless respect this
.. to all the fake MC's
Yo, what's up, kid? How you, yeah
Straight up and down
This is the Chef comin' out of Wu-Tang Clan
Representin Shaolin to the fullest, son!
I mean, I'm here right now with my nigga, Fat Ji-doe
Representin' the Boogie Down, and the rest of the Tri-Borough
So what we gonna do right here, son?
Ayo, matter fact, son, I'm tired of these niggas, man!
Word up!
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Hey yo, it's total devastation for any MC that poses
I paint the town red with clips and dum-dums and bloodshed
The Fat MC, from the B-X
Vicious like a T-Rex, who slips into a three-X
Rappers fuck up, and end up, in the obituary
Don't know the meaning of real, check the dictionary
I got no time for conversation
Makin' MC's run for the border like the immigration
A Puerto Rican villain who be dealin' and illin' for nothin'
You ain't a playa, you just bluffin'
Point blank, we can even do this with gats and shanks
It's your selection
I can become president without elections
I got mad connections, Fat Joe, the rap wizard
Brainstorms come in swarms, get lost in the blizzard
Word to mother, I take your life
Sodomize your daughter and make a widow out your wife
It's the relentless, nobody can check this
Fat Joe, you know The Yung and Resless respect this
.. to all the fake MC's
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