The New Joe
(Statik Selektah)
Is there a new Fat Joe?
Yeah, there is a new Fat Joe
He's name Nems out of, uh, Coney Island
What ya'll wanna do? Y'all want hardcore?
You want shit you can dance to?
I do it all (everything)
I am the nicest, stupid
Fuck ya life
Now who the fuck you think you talkin' to?
I pay dues I spray crews, look up Gorilla Nems
My squad deeper than the Jews on Marcy
I'm hard, B, rip apart beats
Fuck around I smack the baby outta your car seat
Give a fuck about networking and taking pictures (nah)
I just care 'bout my net worth and naked bitches
If you saw what we did then you would hate to kiss 'em
She just wants the dick when I call it says maybe rich
I spent my whole life struggling (facts)
Now I'm calling plays, no huddling and we bubbling (let's get it)
I stack bread, count money with a humble grin
You can't tell me nothing except I'm gonna win (I'm gonna win)
If you don't know me then you pussy, straight like that
Got the Desert Eagle pointed at your face like blah
All your flows garbage and your tape type wack
And we ain't scared to spend money 'cause he make it right back (yeah)
It's like that, you ain't even like that
How your shit trash, you ain't even write that? (Fuck outta here)
I might fly her in but, shorty, I ain't paying for that flight back
'Cause it's fuck your life once I pipe that
They stabbed me in the back, I pulled it out and gave 'em the knife back
Now his mother's praying for his life back (fuck your son)
Damn, how he hit the floor? That was a light smack
What a fuckin' bozo, get him an ice pack (pussy)
Nah, fuck it, I don't wanna stop (nah)
Shoot up your building with this AK, pussy, I don't want the Glock
I'm the hardest coming off the block, unorthodox
Put your motherfucking career in a coffin box (rest in peace)
Your babymother got the softest twat
Shit, I ain't even know that was your kid's mom
But who gives a fuck, pussy, you'll get your shit bombed
All year we running down on rappers like bing bong