Livin' Fat

[Intro]

Yeah!

Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it out

[Verse 1]

Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this?

I can't get played, cause I roll with Baby Chris, nevertheless

Niggas be tryin' to front the role

When everybody knows, I'm gonna go gold

At least, kickin' the funky styles that you wanna hear

Joe is bigger and better, so have no fear

I'll be rippin' the mic, clockin' dough, stickin' the hoes

After every single show, you know (Know)

One of the best to grab the mic so don't try to front

Ain't nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want?

When I step on stage, I'm second to none

Makin MC's run, without the use of a gun, yeah

Talkin' about the way I rock a party

Niggas must be thinkin' that I'm high or drunk on Bacardi

I be hippin' and hoppin', rockin' and shockin', the whole rap scene

I'm mean, my favorite color is green

I guess that's why they call it the blues

Your money you lose 'cause you choose to disrespect and neglect

The skills of the Fat one, but I'm all that, son

Gimme the microphone and I'ma show you how it's gonna be done

So don't fake moves 'cause I never fall

That's how I'm livin'

Hey yo, I'm livin' fat y'all

[Chorus]

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

Hey yo, I'm livin' fat

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

Hey yo, I'm livin' fat

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

Hey yo, I'm livin' fat

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

Hey yo, I'm livin' fat

[Verse 2]

Look at the way I freak this style, I'm versatile

Niggas don't want the funk because they know I'm buckwild

Could you believe the rappers that they talk shit

While I be rippin' the microphone and all my records are hits

The name is Fat Joe, I'm on the down low

I chill with Lord Finesse, you know I got the flow

I be freakin' the funk, not fakin' the funk, you're facin' a punk, yeah

Fuck around and you'll be layin' in the dumps

I got props, believe it or not

I never got caught because I pay off the cops, yeah

One of the livest niggas in New York

Sometimes I be chillin' with Son

Sometimes I be chillin' with Hawk

You know that Brooklyn in the house and Uptown is too

I gotta be sayin' 'peace,"' to the Boogie, the Bronx crew

Pete, Sap, Brim, Vayo Mack, Gizmo, Nicer, B.G., my main man Crack

So now you know the flav and you know the time

Brothers always be tellin' me, "Joe why don't you kick a Fat rhyme?"

So I don't front on my peeps

Kick a verse or two, then be out, and peace G

So don't try to step to dis, you know you take a fall

Ask how I'm livin', hey yo, I'm livin Fat, y'all

[Chorus]

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

Ayo, I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

Ayo, I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

Ayo, I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

I'm livin' fat, y'all, I'm livin' fat

[Outro]

Ayo, I'm livin' fat

Ninety-three, Lord Finesse, Fat Joe, Diamond D

Showbiz and A.G., D.I.T.C. and I'm out