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Fat Joe

No Problems

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TESTO - Fat Joe - No Problems

VIDEO MUSICALE

TESTO - Fat Joe - No Problems




New York ain't been the same since I paralyzed the city

(Slow down son, you killin' 'em) courtesy of Diddy

Courtesy of niggas that's packin' the Mac-millis

And Weezy on the island where a day feel like A Milli

And you can just imagine his commissary's a billi

Enough to have a skinhead blastin Public Enemy

Arm & Hammer mixed with white powder

Stretch the money long, that's why I call it white power

You see the whips out front they all ours

Got women in 'em they wheelin' and all wildin'

I rock G arms and so Joe smilin'

Seen T-Mac with Dion like he was in Coney Island

Madison Square is the new fresh fest

Niggas try to stunt try to terminate the X

Push me in the corner where I perform the best

Joe crack move packs that's the key to success, haa






Catch me in the streets ain't a damn thing sweet

It's the belly of the beast ain't nobody safe

Run up on you with the heat, my baby's gotta eat

And killers don't sleep

Nigga show me where the safe

Trust me you want them problems

Pull up on you with the treble and bass

And mop the whole place

Oh no it ain't safe

It ain't safe round these parts






Way before I sold you an LP

I was a giant in the hood passin' rocks to LT

I watched fiends get a taste of the sample

The base send 'em straight to Planet Rock, Luther Campbell

Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles

They scramblin' backwards Cunningham Randall

I flipped the pie to an enterprise

So you stompers were hittin' zippers so you could stash the dope inside

Five sixty my niggas, yeah I did that

And never ever show a bitch where your crib's at

The next day we at your door, "where your kids at? "

And if they don't out the raw, nigga click clack

And this is so Darkside

I swear a nigga get way more hate than apartheid

Just give me death row we can part ties

Apocalypto flow, pull your heart live






Catch me in the streets ain't a damn thing sweet

It's the belly of the beast ain't nobody safe

Run up on you with the heat, my baby's gotta eat

And killers don't sleep

Nigga show me where the safe

Trust me you want them problems

Pull up on you with the treble and bass

And mop the whole place

Oh no it ain't safe

It ain't safe round these parts



Catch me in the streets ain't a damn thing sweet

It's the belly of the beast ain't nobody safe

Run up on you with the heat, my baby's gotta eat

And killers don't sleep

Nigga show me where the safe

Trust me you want them problems

Pull up on you with the treble and bass

And mop the whole place

Oh no it ain't safe

It ain't safe round these parts

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