da fat gangsta

Singer:fat joe

yeah. uh-huh. chill. hah

yeah. c'mon. i'm comin rougher than the roughest motherfucker could get

playin russian roulette

never lost a bet yet

bluffin

ain't my style

niggaz ain't sayin nothin

cause i'm buckwild without frontin

raw to the core

i grew up poor

once i hit the door

i began to explore

curiosity killed my cat

but not me

because i learned how to kill with agility

i grew up in the south bronx

punch you in your mouth punk

i know these streets like fred sanford knows junk

in the trunk of a car lays a body

head decapitated

bust him with my shotty

stabbed the mug

to make sure

he wasn't comin back

now police

can picture that

with a kodak. huh!

they can't stop me with a homicide investigation

cause if they do my crew is hittin up the station

your best bet

is to let me jet

cause i bring war

like a vet

when i'm upset. huh!

i'm not the one you wanna play out in a program

yo

you better tell them who the hell i am

this is joe da fat gangsta" yeah!

Lyric Context: da fat gangsta - fat joe