Fat Joe - Swear To God Lyrics

[Kent Jones:]
Anybody got a problem, had a problem
Look at me funny, owe me money, nigga
I swear to God
I swear to God
But he ain't gon' save ya
Not even your neighbors
Run off with that dough
I put that bread on your head, nigga
I put that bread on your head
Run off with that dough
I put that bread on your head

[Fat Joe:]
Don't anybody make real shit anymore?
Guns so big, shit drag on the floor
Press that elevator, got at least three floors
With at least three whores
When I leave, these yours, okay
That's why I call you José
'Cause you do whatever these hoes say
I burn so much heat that the block, they call me Whiteshide
They drivin' D's up the wall
Dark Knights ride
Heroin Joe
Could you compare? Um, no?
Roll my green in that red leaf, Toronto
My Mexicana mami say USA
Global Joe, move the foreign off the new estate
Put that bread on your head
They be moppin' the street
Horse head on your bed
This is mafia peace
Uh, I just might give you a fifty pack
And tell 'em bring FK 5.60 back

[Kent Jones:]
Anybody got a problem, had a problem
Look at me funny, owe me money, nigga
I swear to God
I swear to God
But he ain't gon' save ya
Not even your neighbors
Run off with that dough
I put that bread on your head, nigga
I put that bread on your head
Run off with that dough
I put that bread on your head

[Remy Ma:]
Man if I liked your man's face, I would have sat on it
Put some bread on your head, empty the TEC on it
I ain't talkin' 'bout cash, I put a check on it
You thought we was alright, I went left on it
In that number one spot, bitch, you dead on it
Baby when you say my name, put some respek on it
Yeah, you had a nice run but now the question is
Y'all finished or y'all done?
And ya been sayin' somethin', said somethin'
Or mentioned my name, ho
Put a bullet in the brain of the man on your Polo
You can get this work for free, it's pro bono
I put funds on your bundles, mad dough on your afro
Guap on your top, green on your bean
Dubs on your mug, a new bag on your doo-rag
I put them ends on your edges, bitch
I swear to God I drop some bands on your nappy extensions, bitch

[Kent Jones:]
Anybody got a problem, had a problem
Look at me funny, owe me money, nigga
I swear to God
I swear to God
But he ain't gon' save ya
Not even your neighbors
Run off with that dough
I put that bread on your head, nigga
I put that bread on your head
Run off with that dough
I put that bread on your head
Anybody got a problem, had a problem
Look at me funny, owe me money, nigga
I swear to God
I swear to God
But he ain't gon' save ya
Not even your neighbors
Run off with that dough
I put that bread on your head, nigga
I put that bread on your head
Run off with that dough
I put that bread on your head