Find Out Fat Joe (Ft. Armageddon)

[Intro: Armageddon & Fat Joe]
Yeah yeah
Do you, Don Cartagena
Solemnly swear to take this game of hip-hop
As your lawfully wedded wife
Through sickness and health, til death do you part?
I do
Aight then
You now may spit on the bride

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I bet you thought I left you hangin, Joe Crack returns bangin'
With somethin' brand spankin', what the fuck was y'all thinking?
Blow out your tweeters, have dinner with world leaders
Terror Squad so much they be cats with dark caesars
Fast cars and millimeters, gold cards and Visa's
Givin' nonbelievers ways to fly with Jesus
Here's my thesis, enterprise break the block to pieces
Hustler and hard pool shark like Jack Gleason
The only reason I came back was for the platinum
With raps, ten times more deadly than saccharin'
MC's be actin', I think somebody needs to slap em
Run up on em attack em, and ask em what's his passion
My love is rockin' shows at the highest extremity
This star from Trinity got your mom sayin' she's feelin me
Who's dealin' ki's, that's peace, get your cheese, pack your G's
Pump this masterpiece at the loudest degree