Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Fugitive , by - Fat Joe. Release date: 10.03.2008
Record label: Terror Squad Entertainment
Song language: English
The Fugitive |
| Coca, muah |
| Elephant in the room |
| Crills |
| Early in the morning, could barely feel my face |
| Cuttin' that raw raw hammer on my waist |
| My baby mammas' stressin', I’m like fuck out of my face |
| Feds on my ass now, 'bout to catch a case |
| I’m about that «makin money» I’m alergic to poor |
| Shit, I done made some hoes out of the girls next door |
| 6 in the morning when they kick in the door |
| I’m probly outside the forge gettin' brain in the Porsche |
| What Porsche? |
| My Porsche yeah the GT Porsche |
| Of course I floss like them DC boys |
| Shit, right at club love I fucked at least three broads |
| In the middle of the dancefloor such a sleazy whore |
| Now, headed for paradise |
| Carlos Bengante, jazz in the background, Harry Belofante |
| Seagul in the clouds look honey im comin' |
| Different strokes, different folks, you guessed it, Phillip Drummond |
| Now I’mma fuck the pussy 'till the pussy get numb and |
| Roll over naked then we kush kush puffin' |
| This is way too easy though, I am the magnifico |
| Cuban is pride, but I’m much more like eazy though |
| If you don’t believe me you can see me on your TV yo |
| Tailor Made Versace, I’m with Khaled on that speedy boat |
| When it comes to latina MC’s there’s none bigger |
| Now who’s gonna tell me that I can’t say nigga? |
| Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga bitch ho |
| Cause some chicks is bitches, and some chicks is hoes |
| Some independent ladies yeah they make a lotta dough |
| So they get nuthin' but love and respect from Fat Joe |
| I remember when I stepped in the game yo |
| Army fatigue with grey Nikes, that flow Joe |
| You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em |
| know Joe |
| You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know |
| I’m Borricua 'till I die motherfuckers, yes I will detach you |
| I’ll leave holes you can’t cover with tattoos |
| All you lame souls keep prayin' to them statues, when I’m the ghetto God, |
| I’ll bless you, achoo |
| The one spitter, the can’t get ridder, major label dropped me what I do? |
| I got richer |
| 80 babies terror on the corner, I’m the pitcher |
| Got a new connect and what I do? |
| I got richer |
| ? |
| the wop bam boo |
| Guess what, America we love you |
| And I’m a stay reppin' that TS Crew |
| And show ya motherfuckers how the BX do |
| Shit, every time I rockwild, it’s more like a zoo |
| Blinds wrapped around the corner if your too late your blue |
| In that new white phantom, call it: milk on wheels |
| Niggas wilin' like Joe jus ODed off pills |
| I ODed of crills, I ODed of mills |
| You Monopoly guys, haulin' in no billz |
| Shit, niggas keep askin': how come he so real? |
| 6'1″, light skin, got them green eyes, teal |
| Haha, it’s the fugitive |
| Coca |
| I’m on the run, and I’m eatin' bitch |
| Street runner on this one, bitch |
| We’d like to welcome you, «elephant in the room», (thank you, thank you), bitch |
| Top of my game right now, can’t nobody see me man |
| We use different forms of transportation nigga |
| I’m on different planets than y’all niggas right now |
| You can deny all you want nigga |
| Coca’s spittin' that shit, these streets is mine |
| Oh, I get on some Pun shit |
| What you want? |
| That hardcore, commercial shit? |
| What you wanna dance? |
| Crills mania, nigga |
| BXTS! |
| I owns this shit! |