Fat Joe - Say Word Lyrics

[Fat Joe]

Yeah don't get it f*cked up

This shit is realer than you think

Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream

Drivin them beemers them NSX's them Lexus

All up in the clubs buyin out the bars and shit

Uhh money man in the house

Yeah uhh..



Sparks are flashin from oowops blastin

A face gets bashed in for street crews clashin

Forever be forever great

It's the same shit tomorrow eulogies of sorrow

Nonstop dramas, chumps think they hard smokin ?

It's all for steel my son, light as a tongue

The connections I got, I can lamp while you get done

Remember that, I dismember cats that act

A plain and simple fact is I react on impact

I'm plenty versatile, wild

Have you screamin like your head short a few vials

No more slabs and dollar cabs

Strictly Lexus Coupes with my troops feel the Alpine blast

Extra dark tints, for sticky events

Suspense makes the lead dispense

A baby oil massage when I'm feelin intense

Fly mami's with ki's taped to their bo-ties

Transportin through a airport securities

In cahoots with the San Juan authorities

Hated by majorities, loved by minorities

Uhh, the top dog, ??

Hazardous to your health like smog



Chorus: Fat Joe (repeat 2X)



(Say word) Word! F*ck what you heard

Shit is realer than you think, you niggaz must be slow

(Say word) Word! You best to act like you know

It's that real nigga shit from Fat Joe



[Fat Joe]

Business chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters

At Jimmy's Cafe, a glass of Peirier

Chick go for celly book 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 suckers havin limousine dreams

I got you all sized up, niggaz wise up

A Fat Beat truck'll be pickin all you guys up

Word to mother, shit is realer than you think

Hit my lady with diamond rings, gold links and minks

A nickel-plated trey-deuce, pearl handle is pink

So there's no muggin, all you niggaz must be buggin

The mac in the trunk's what I'm luggin

(Say word) GEYEAH, save it for the hook

Terror Squad's everywhere you look

Niggaz is vexed from all the hoes I took

From Trinity Ave all the ways down the Brook



Chorus 1.5X



[Fat Joe]

Yeah, goin out to my nigga Big Frank

1-7-0 Joe

Notorious One, yeah

Uncle Dan got my back

Charlie Rock L.D., up in Auburn, doin your time

Swear to God when you come home you'll be on nigga

Word is bond, Tony Montana, rest in peace