So Much More - Fat Joe, FatJoe

This is, this is, this is

Cook!

Cool n Dre!

Ain’t nobody seeing this right here, we see nobody

I know you came to party so (Oh) get up on yo feet (The god just stepped in

town)

Yeah baby just trip that body (come on down), and sing along wit me (come on)

I know you’ve been searchin' for someone who

Satisfies you and gives you so much more

(Yo) Caution when my lip just twitch to one side

We don’t bitch, we don’t snitch

We thick, and just ride

And I, never gave a fuck about popo

Niggas so gangsta, making songs bout my .44

My, mymy fofo fofofofo

It gets worse, kick my shit when I visit the church

I’m down wit TD Jakes and Kirk Franklin

Better have my offerin' plate filled wit' franklins

Blasphemy, I got niggas that’ll blast for me

Ribs touchin and they askin' me, Crack!

Nigga!

Show me where the safe bet, I’ll lay 'em down with the mac

Leave 'em face flat, listen

You don’t wanna start no drama

We don’t scrap when there’s problems we just clap and revolve 'em

And get it coke, let it go, head it ___, sippin mo, didn’t know?

Better know now

Puff and pass in the Hilton suite

Crush and pass, is the sick, tape me

I’ll probably when i, ask her didn’t know the dick ten feet

You’ll need a ladder just to sit on me

(Good! God!) In the race screamin' viva Tito

Wit' Don 'kee Maddison Square, arena people

I pull mammi to the side, she feel me

Yellin' punta a gasolina

Now how many bricks does it take, to marble out a 36 room estate

Follow me, I’m from Philly where they eat cheese steaks

In a red belly, call a bitch v8 (Uh yeah)

It’s Joe cr-eal, for-real

And even warn the kids in school on coke deals (Crack!)

(I'm back!) And that’s the seltzer

You should know how the shit gon' go, follow me!

That’s the sound of a man, workin' on a train

There he ain’t (crack!) yeah

And we don’t see nobody

Make your hair stand up like you’re «Growin Up Gotti»

Hit lyrics everytime we come out, nigga

Use a fist 'fo' it come out ya mouth

The way I’m stackin white these days

Looking like a chick that go wit Flava Flav

And I’m so so real, niggas wanna kill the Don

Front of my house, probably wit my son in my arms

But I, drop 'em like its hot

Pass 'em the Glock, my little shorty’s a chip off the old block

Go against Coke, let 'em and show

I give you 10 ways to kill off the whole block (Nigga!)

Wooooooooooo

Yeah, that’s how a motherfucker go down

3 o’clock in the mornin', m.i.a.

nigga

Missin' in action down in Miami nigga

Bitch, its Crack!

Cool n Dre, realz

Uh oh, sound all fuckin shitty