
9th Wonder Fat Joe
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[Intro]
Darkside!
You know it mean more to me when a nigga really live them lyrics, you know?
Yeah
I mean, like when I listen to a nigga, I be like, 'Yeah, I remember'
Uh-hah, I don't really remember them niggas, puttin' it down like that
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Wonder why the flow retarded
'Cause the shit we author authentic
More realer than you fake niggas pretendin', uh
Late night long drives our main agenda
Get money, fuck every bitch before we end up dead in the pine box
Make sure it's a hunnid thousand
I grew up in public housin', boilin' crack in water fountains
Youngin on the park bench fantasizin'
Same spot he got shot and they can't revive him
Darkside is a tail of addictions
Turn your moms into a fiend 'cause you addicted to pitchin', uh You gotta get the Cuban three kilos
Giovanci, the heat's on me
Got knocked, turned quiet, bet ya sing off key
Nah, man, I stay Cool like D.R.E
Livin, rooms with swimmin, pools filled with P.Y.T.'s
Fresh pair of J's and some P.R.Ps, you know?
[Break]
Yeah, uh
Darkside!
You know it mean more to me when a nigga really live them lyrics, you know?
Yeah
I mean, like when I listen to a nigga, I be like, 'Yeah, I remember'
Uh-hah, I don't really remember them niggas, puttin' it down like that
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Wonder why the flow retarded
'Cause the shit we author authentic
More realer than you fake niggas pretendin', uh
Late night long drives our main agenda
Get money, fuck every bitch before we end up dead in the pine box
Make sure it's a hunnid thousand
I grew up in public housin', boilin' crack in water fountains
Youngin on the park bench fantasizin'
Same spot he got shot and they can't revive him
Darkside is a tail of addictions
Turn your moms into a fiend 'cause you addicted to pitchin', uh You gotta get the Cuban three kilos
Giovanci, the heat's on me
Got knocked, turned quiet, bet ya sing off key
Nah, man, I stay Cool like D.R.E
Livin, rooms with swimmin, pools filled with P.Y.T.'s
Fresh pair of J's and some P.R.Ps, you know?
[Break]
Yeah, uh
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