Lyrics to The New Joe
Statik Selektah
"Is there a new Fat Joe?"
"Yeah, there is a new Fat Joe
His name Nems outta, uh, Coney Island"
What y’all wanna do?
Y'all want hardcore or shit you can do to?
I do it all (Everything)
I am the nicest, stupid
Fuck ya life (Rrrah!)
Now who the fuck you think you talking to?
I pay dues, I spray crews
Look up Gorilla Nems, my squad deeper than the Jews on Marcy
I’m hard, B, rip apart beats
Fuck around, I smack the baby outta your car seat
Give a fuck about networking and taking pictures
I just care 'bout my net worth and naked bitches
If you saw what we did then you would hate to kiss em
She just wants the dick, whеn I call, it says "Maybe rich"
I spent my whole lifе struggling
Now I’m calling playa, no huddling and we bubbling
I stack bread, count money with a humble grin
You can’t tell me nothing except I’m gonna win
If you don’t know me then you pussy, straight like that
Got the Desert Eagle pointed at your face like blatt
All your flows garbage and your tape type wack
And we ain’t scared to spend money 'cause he make it right back
It’s like that, you ain’t even like that
How your shit trash? You ain’t even write that
I might fly her in, but shorty, I ain’t paying for that flight back
'Cause it’s fuck your life once I pipe that
Is that me in the back? I pulled it out and gave em the knife back
Now his mother’s praying for his life back
Damn, how he hit the floor, that was a light smack
What a fuckin bozo, get him an ice pack
Nah, fuck it, I don’t want it to stop
Shoot up your building with this AK, pussy, I don’t want the Glock
I’m the hardest coming off the block, unorthodox
Put your motherfuckin career in a coffin box
Your baby mother got the softest twat
Shit, I ain’t even know that was your kid’s mom
But who gives a fuck? Pussy, you’ll get your shit bombed
All year, we running down on rappers like bing bong
"Is there a new Fat Joe?"
"Yeah, there is a new Fat Joe
His name Nems outta, uh, Coney Island"
What y’all wanna do?
Y'all want hardcore or shit you can do to?
I do it all (Everything)
I am the nicest, stupid
Fuck ya life (Rrrah!)
Now who the fuck you think you talking to?
I pay dues, I spray crews
Look up Gorilla Nems, my squad deeper than the Jews on Marcy
I’m hard, B, rip apart beats
Fuck around, I smack the baby outta your car seat
Give a fuck about networking and taking pictures
I just care 'bout my net worth and naked bitches
If you saw what we did then you would hate to kiss em
She just wants the dick, whеn I call, it says "Maybe rich"
I spent my whole lifе struggling
Now I’m calling playa, no huddling and we bubbling
I stack bread, count money with a humble grin
You can’t tell me nothing except I’m gonna win
If you don’t know me then you pussy, straight like that
Got the Desert Eagle pointed at your face like blatt
All your flows garbage and your tape type wack
And we ain’t scared to spend money 'cause he make it right back
It’s like that, you ain’t even like that
How your shit trash? You ain’t even write that
I might fly her in, but shorty, I ain’t paying for that flight back
'Cause it’s fuck your life once I pipe that
Is that me in the back? I pulled it out and gave em the knife back
Now his mother’s praying for his life back
Damn, how he hit the floor, that was a light smack
What a fuckin bozo, get him an ice pack
Nah, fuck it, I don’t want it to stop
Shoot up your building with this AK, pussy, I don’t want the Glock
I’m the hardest coming off the block, unorthodox
Put your motherfuckin career in a coffin box
Your baby mother got the softest twat
Shit, I ain’t even know that was your kid’s mom
But who gives a fuck? Pussy, you’ll get your shit bombed
All year, we running down on rappers like bing bong
