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It is a Records' product, artist, Fat Joe, my name is KRS-One
And of course gonna bring the noise, 'cause we can never be toys

Yes, I am the ultimate, ultimatum's for the fun of it
It appears to me you know who you fuckin' with
You can't see this with cause you're local
hang with my vocals, better you fuck with Sonny Bono

Or Ono, but KRS, oh, no, no
You might you a ROTC, but I don't give a fuck though
I'm hard like God for the squad black
Packin' them poppers bitch, where money be at?

Aiyyo I be the show stopper, as I like gold
Other rappers dull copper, the certified fake nigga dropper
Which borough, is the
I know, do you know, let me know I'm though

The connector, sweating leather with reflectors
Don't get up in my sector, or I'ma haveta inject ya
a slab of this lyrical dope shit
Fake MC's and wannabe's best to this

Fat Joe the and living will prevail
Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx
Will I fail? I it
I'm the nigga catchin' bodies, while niggaz fantasize about it

True indeed, my back MC's claim they can serve me
In my face screaming, "We're not worthy"
Youse a has been, you ain't been
I be touring, while you be home

So punk, you could battle in a second
Frankly the bottom line, is your hit record
You claim I'm jocking, claim I'm on your dick, where's witnesses?
If I'm on your dick my has got to be syphillis

If you're feeling lucky duck, press your luck
Up, up, up and away 'cuz I play clown
If you're feeling lucky duck, then press luck
Buck, buck, buck take that on the way down

As we proceed to it down, don't get it fucked up
We be the of the Boogie Down
All we do is izm and get cash
Tortuing MC's that warden up in Alcatraz
(Bo, bo, bo, bo)

It's Fat Joe, yo, you my steelo
Get so love, I'm payin' sixteen on a kilo
Sendin' niggaz outta town, still got of the Boogie Down
Now how the fuck you
(Yeah)

Ain't no army that could harm me or me
C'mon G, you clowns got a fucking thing on me
I'm flashy like white
(Tell 'em)
Your rap is under pressure like two outs tied in the ninth inning

I'm down with Kris and ain't no me
I'm out for and Monopoly with chicks on top of me
It's my philosophy, but for now it's in the
Slappin' like a ball, hittin' hard to my labrador
These motherfuckers want it
(Word to Joe, these niggaz don't want it)

If feeling lucky duck, then press your luck
Up, up, up and away 'cuz I don't play
If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your
Buck, buck, buck, take witcha on the way down

Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you worthy
My style is too curvy, you tellin' me
But your flimsy ass will go home after the and find I'm your boss
KRS-One up in your memory

I your kind, you rap write
You're Mr. John Gotti, the Don, but you're just another mon
Telecro bwotty mon, how you
Rap magazine back to, Tougher than Leather

The only you got, such an extensive rap collection
'Cuz most of your rap mags are all stuck
what you sayin', watch what you say
When your gets cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead?

file is dead, kneel to the rap God in bed
'Fore I slap you way back in the dayz like
Don't get me fed up or up 'cuz you'll get set up
My crew don't let up, I be dead up in this
(Tell 'em)
Recognize it's BlastMaster
For ten years, Fat Joe, on the East