| Yeah. |
| Uhh. |
| Joe crack the don!
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| Ton' Sunshine. |
| Terror, uhh
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| Terror squad, its our time!
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| Uhh, yea, hand it ova
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| Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh… woo
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| Yea, mami jus like that bend down grab ya ankles, do it for crack
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| Damn should be illegal how that ass so fat
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| The way you shake yo shit make me wanna cop back
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| Is it ya motion causing all this commotion?
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| Forget niggas you even got bitches approaching
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| Who am I? |
| I’m just a kid from the Bronx
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| If you love hip-hop you might of heard my shit once
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| Or maybe twice or like thirteen thousand times
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| I’m sick of it myself I’m loving the shine
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| Who else could it be but the squad’s O. G?
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| Be laid up Wit chicks that resemble?
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| Half black, Japanese n something
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| Ménages, orgies believe me its nothing
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| The girls want tha facts got to feed 'em the lies
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| Who else can have you swimming in wealth the blink of an eye?
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| Big trucks, gee rides, we fly, twenty-fo' won’t you sit in them tires
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| Believe me its nothing
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| G-4? |
| Just won’t mix with my ride keep a strap on my side
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| Believe me its nothing
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| Fast women, bad bitches, down hoes, hood rich, pitch up in Daddy’s hooood
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| Believe me its nothing
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| Big trucks mean rides we fly t-squad our time
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| Believe me is nothing
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| Drop from Harlem even, more for Brooklyn
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| Still got my Name covering the walls in central Brooklyn
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| Haters want me, they love to slut me
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| Mad because my fat ass stay — living comfy
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| Down in d-r on the landing strip
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| When record sales get low we back to advancing bricks
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| Jack-of-all-trades we do that too
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| The only rapper get the Suge Knight effect when he come through
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| When pun died, half of y’all cried
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| The other half wanna See my demise
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| It was inevitable the sqaud’ll reach new heights it’s unforgettable
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| Follow the don is all we kept telling you
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| Once you down with the squad you can never give up
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| No need to get ya jewel’s back, let them other crews do that
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| It’s so ironic that I’m under fire I’m like 'mine'll get better one time' you
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| dick blowers
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| No ya, not dreaming, it’s not a visage
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| It’s just another platinum plaque to add to my garage
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| Ten years in the game — and still going hard —
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| Fuck a club we flood the studio wit broads
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| Uhh, my whole life never been more focused
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| Joes the don ask Jennifer Lopez
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| What the hell in the world did they do to provoke this?
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| The newspaper reported the scene was atrocious
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| And still find the time to please girls
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| Even get hit on by the chick on Cenas world
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| We beens about it, y’all dudes is frontin'
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| Big cars, big chips, big Kris' its nothing |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Nothing , by - Fat Joe. Song from the album Loyalty, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп