TS Piece

[Intro: (Fat Joe)] Yeah uhh....... You know what this is..... The fat gangsta!!! [Hook: (Tony Sunshine)] Maybe its the TS chain (I got ‘em right) Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right) Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mammies like) Joe I wanna fuck wit’ you (Keep saying that) I don't know what it is All I know it that this chick Gon’ leave wit’ me Gon’ creep wit’ me Gon’ freak wit’ me Gon’ be wit’ me [Verse 1: (Fat Joe)] I know it seems every song, is about like the same old thing But when you rich, ain't nuthin’ to do but fuck and hang Eat good, spend money, count chunks of change Keep mah ladies looking’ good, when they touch the Range Never fuck wit a bitch, if she can't be trained Never live wit a chick, if she don't give brain We could leave on trip, I got a private plane I dont fly, but we could park it up and blaze Joe's the God And I know you need somethin’ to praise Just have a lil faith, and you could be saved Uhh, it's not mah fault if they love the kid It might be the chain or the whip I don’t know what it is [Hook: (Tony Sunshine)] Maybe it’s the TS chain (I got ‘em right) Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right) Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mamies like) Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that) I don't know what it is All I know it that this chick Gon' leave wit’ me Gon' creep wit’ me Gon' freak wit’ me Gon' be wit’ me [Verse 2: (Remy Ma)] Umm, I dont mean no harm But their ain't a chick sicka then Remy Ma And all the hot boys wanna fuck wit Rem And I don't turn ‘em away I'm like, I'm the bomb now Where’s your gurl, don’t matter to me I'm way out of her league She can't keep up to mah speed She’s weak, she don’t need to smoke weed And wherever she’s at Is where she should be Now, where’s your wife, I don’t care I'll be at the crib, when she ain't there Baby do mah nails, and lace mah hair Take me out on trips and pay the fare Maybe [Hook: (Tony Sunshine)] Maybe it’s the TS chain (I got ‘em right) Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right) Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mamies like) Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that) I don't know what it is All I know it that this chick Gon' leave wit’ me Gon' creep wit’ me Gon' freak wit’ me Gon' be wit’ me (Verse 3: [Fat Joe]) Damn, look at all the rocks he got Ferrari drop 360, hard to top The party's hot,all white linen affair Im doin the suit thang, white Nike Airs I'm in the middle of the crowd, like the Don is here Shorty whistlin in mah ear Told me what she wanna hear, she said "We thuggin Smokin on sumthin’ Down to leave wit ya'll, As long as ya'll fuckin’ Woo, thas how you do that there See me wit mah boys, bring ya crew bak here We ridin’, she drivin’ On our way to the crib, long fish arrivin’ [Hook: (Tony Sunshine)] Maybe it’s the TS chain (I got ‘em right) Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right) Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mamies like) Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that) I don't know what it is All I know it that this chick Gon' leave wit’ me Gon' creep wit’ me Gon' freak wit’ me Gon' be wit’ me Gon' leave wit’ me Gon' freak wit’ me Gon' creep wit’ me Gon' be wit’ me Maybe it’s the TS chain (I got ‘em right) Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right) Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mamies like) Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that) I don't know what it is All I know it that this chick Gon' leave wit’ me