Fat Joe & Big Pun - Freestyle
Power from the street lights made the place dark
But yo, they didn't care, they turned it out
Uh, you know who this is, South Bronx
Fat Joey Crack representin' the realest
I got my man, Big Dog Punisher in the house
Yo Punisher, let these niggas know
Brothers are rappin' like Iraqi soldiers
Actin' like they crackin' boulders
Wouldn't pack a capgun or attack a blowfish
Always talkin' shit, players that rather balk than pitch
And often counterfeit, Kings of New York on Mr. Walken's dick
You make me sick to my stomach, you don't really want it
Riffin' like you sniffin' coke to scare me but you barely blunted
You really done it now you got me mad, morenos be like, "Papi's bad"
Makin' fakers cocky when I'm drivin' back
Many thought it couldn't happen, Joe is never rappin'
He was always gettin' loot off the crack and
Fuckin' with them heavyweights, who had shit sewn in every state
The very sight'll make the average man defecate
Livin' the life of stock bonds and cars, word bond
I be gone I'll be worshiped like Nicky Barnes
It's on, you don't want no confrontation
Kill the communication, or suffer from multiple lacerations
I keep a Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo
With my top hat, what you funny motherfuckers know about that?
Lookin Doug E. Fresh in my double breast
Like a pimp, eatin' shrimp, gumbo, bubble bathin'
In the jumbo jet set on auto-pilot
Gonna fly it to Puerto Vallarta
Charter a chopper on top of the Hyatt
Business chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters
At Jimmy's Cafe, a glass of Perrier
Chick go for celly booked a room at the Holiday
Inn, so I can get her and a friend
Menage a trois livin' the life of a star
Overweight, overpaid, pockets bustin' out the seams
While you niggas havin' limousine dreams
I got you all sized up, niggas wise up
A Fat Beat truck'll be pickin' all you guys up
For you hilarious comedians, I'm at the Marriott with deviants
And rentin' chariots to carry us to various
Evening events, eating the best up in Jimmy's Cafe
Extorting wannabes for all their G's, fuck it, just gimme half
I'll make it last with the dough I got, if not
I blow your spot, if not, Joey Crack please load the Glock
Let these niggas learn the hard way
The word to God way, the motherfuckin' murder mob way
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that
Funkmaster Flex keepin' it realer
Hot 97, Joey Crack, Big Dog Punisher
Bullet clips, what