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"Watch Out" is a track by Fat Joe, from the album Jealous One’s Envy, released 3rd October 1995. Full lyrics are available below.
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Lyrics
[Produced by Diamond D] [Intro: Fat Joe] Yeah Straight out the heroin-infested streets of the Bronx Home of corrupt cops Where niggas get they motherfuckin' wigs pushed back Even if they don't fake jax Fat Joe, bringin' forth the illest motherfuckers In this whole rap game Ayo, Armageddon, let these motherfuckers know [Verse 1: Armageddon] You look, I look, you invite it, I took I forever wearin' it, you know stone cold crook What's truth, what's lie? Who's people, who spy? It's life and death, choose live or die Ultimatums, who made 'em, why do we even exist? When we die, is there heaven or is it total blackness? For any touch, there's a feeling, touch and y'all felt We can exchange shots until our chambers melt There's mad tension in the air (Mad tension in the air) Over one man's stare, you wanna dare, yo, Crack Eject the TEC from the glove compartment Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like arson It's dangerous bendin' opposites These strangers be bendin' opposites So put your face in mine, best brace your spine Cause opposites may attract, but they don't combine My impact so fat, you feel your vertabrates grind Now delayed second thoughts run through your mind When my slugs connect, and strike your major arteries When my fists connect, they causing major injuries What you know, Junior? You not evil [Chorus: Fat Joe] The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it, Whether rain or shine, we be bustin' out nines Ayo, Punisher, hit 'em with that ill-type rhyme [Verse 2: Big Punisher] Yo, I cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig' My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm a nasty kid I blast a pig and slit his throat just for Toom and L My skills' a human' I choke and puff shell puffin' boom in Hell I doom the world like I was God and throw my gun away Then snatch the moon out the sky, and blow the Sun away Me and my brothers play hardball, strictly hardcore Lyrics 'til I'm finished breakin' God's laws My job's raw but I gotta do it - I'm feelin' high then buddhaed So you might get shot and lose a lot of fluid The spot I blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids I would earn a wage with the thirty gauge There's dirty ways to get paid if you got the balls Just load the Glock and cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers Don't stop or pause, let the shotty go up his butt To finish up, punching, body blows and uppercuts [Chorus: Fat Joe] The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it Whether rain or shine, we be bustin' out nines Ayo, Keith Nut, hit 'em with that ill-type rhyme [Verse 3: Keith Nut] Yo, I cause damage, rap's red-handed bandit Well I'll be god damnit, I kick ass like I'm yo' parents Prepare for the slaughter when my brain is out of order Got kicked out my church 'cause I got caught fuckin my preacher's daughter Menace like Dennis on the M.I.C You best run, son, I'm sending MCs up shit's creek So don't sleep 'cause I creep, on New York streets Like I'm a big fat dick, wack MCs is ass-cheeks Yo, I'm that nigga that'll kidnap yo' kids Take 'em home, fuck 'em good Then send 'em back to you in bandages You lose 'cause I got, the ill street, and still keep The toast close, and rep-a, resent-a, the East coast So watch your back black, Bronx niggas don't play If you ever fake jax, I'll slit your throat like O.J [Outro: Fat Joe] Yeah, that's my motherfuckin crew Straight out the South Bronx The livest motherfuckin' corners of the Bronx Keepin' in realer, my motherfuckin nigga Keith Nut Armageddon the Reddin My nigga Big Dog Punisher Straight out the Full-A-Clips Camp All you motherfuckers know the times, yeah Watch your motherfuckin back Blow out the back of your domepiece D.I.T.C. forever motherfuckers
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