[featuring krs one]
Intro: krs one
Music please
Yes welcome to jealous oneand's envy
Weand'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product
It is a relativity records product artist fat joe
My name is krs one
And of course weand're gonna bring the noise
Cause we can never be toys
Verse one: krs one fat joe
Yes i am the ultimate uttering ultimatumand's for the fun of it
It appears to me you donand't know who you fuckin with
You canand't see this with bifocals cause youand're local
Canand't hang with my vocals, better you fuck with sonny bono
Or yoko ono, but krs oh no no
You might think you a rotc but i donand't give a fuck though
Iand'm rolling hard like god for the squad black
Packin them poppers bitch, where that money be at?
Aiyyo i be the show stopper, as i shine like gold
Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake nigga dropper
Which borough, is the thorough
I know, do you know, let me know iand'm sayin though
The coke connector, sweating leather with reflectors
Donand't get caught up in my sector, or iand'ma haveta inject ya
With a slab of this lyrical dope shit
Fake mcand's and wannabeand's best to quote this
Fat joe the true and living will prevail
Kingpin like sonny up in bronx tale
Will i fail? i doubt it
Iand'm the nigga catchin bodies, while other niggaz fantasize about it
True indeed, behind my back mcand's claim they can serve me
In my face they screaming andquot;weand're not worthy!andquot;
Youse a has been, actually you ainand't been
I be touring, while you be home taping
So what punk, you could battle in a second
Frankly the bottom line, is whereand's your hit record
You claim iand'm jocking, claim iand'm on your dick, whereand's your witnesses?
If iand'm on your dick my name has got to be syphillis
Chorus:
andquot;if youand're feeling lucky duck, then press your luckandquot; - jeru
andquot;up up up and away cuz i donand't play clownandquot; - kool g rap
andquot;if youand're feeling lucky duck, then press your luckandquot; - jeru
andquot;buck buck buck take that witcha on the way downandquot; - kool g rap
Verse two: fat joe
As we proceed to lock it down, donand't get it fucked up
We be the kings of the boogie down
All we do is spark izm and get cash
Tortuing mcand's like that warden up in alcatraz (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
Itand's fat joe, yo you know my steelo
Get so much love, iand'm payin sixteen on a kilo
Sendin niggaz outta town, still got control of the boogie down
Now how the fuck you sound? (yeahhh)
Ainand't no army that could harm me or bomb me
Cand'mon g you clowns ainand't got a fucking thing on me
Iand'm flashy like white linen (tell em)
Your rap is under pressure like two outs tied score in the ninth
Inning
Iand'm down with kris and ainand't no stopping me
Iand'm out for bronx and monopoly with chicks on top of me
Itand's my philosophy, but for now itand's in the corridor
Slappin caps like a ball hittin hard to my laborator
These motherfuckers donand't want it
(word to mother joe, these niggaz donand't want it!)
Chorus
Verse three: krs-one
Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you ainand't worthy
My style is too curvy, what you tellin me
But your flimsy ass will go home after the battle and find iand'm your
Boss
With krs-one up in your memory
I know your kind, you rap write
Youand're mr. john gotti the don, but youand're just another bwotty mon
Telecro bwotty mon, how you collect
Rap magazine dating back to, tougher than leather
The only reason you got, such an extensive rap collection
Cuz most of your rap mags are all stuck together
Watch what you sayin, watch what you say
When your skull gets cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead?
Your file is dead, kneel to the rap god in bed
Fore i slap you way back in the dayz like ahmad
Donand't get me fed up, or vexed up, cuz youand'll get set up
My crew donand't let up, i be dead up in this piece (tell em)
Recognize itand's blastmaster krs-one
For ten years, fat joe, chillin on the east
