歌手:Fat Joe
专辑:《Jealous One's Envy》

Watch Out -Fat Joe
Written by ：Fat Joe
Producer ：Diamond D
Yeah
Straight out the heroing infested streets of the Bronx
Home of corrupt cops
Where *****s get they motherf**king wigs pushed back
Even if they don't fake jax
Fat Joe bringing forth the illest motherf**kers
In this whole rap game
Hey yo Armageddon let these motherf**kers know
You look I look you invite it I took
I forever wearing it you know stone cold crook
What's truth what's lie Who's people who spy
It's life and death choose live or die
Ultimates who made em why do we even exist
When we die is there heaven or is it total blackness
For any touch there's a feeling
Touch and y'all felt
We can exchange shots until our chambers melt
There's mad tension in the air mad tension in the air
Over one man's stare you wanna dare yo Crack
Eject the Tech from the glove compar**ent
Lay out the lead spray and flame him up like arson
It's dangerous business
Opposites these strangers be bending opposites
So put your face in mine best brace your spine
Cause opposites may attract but they don't combine
My impact so fat you feel your vertabrates grind
Now delayed second thoughts run through your mind
When my slugs connect and strike your major arteries
When my fists connect they causing major injuries
What you know Junior You not evil
Uhh the South Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it
Whether rain or shine we be busting out nines
Hey yo Punisher hit 'em with that ill-type rhyme
Yo I cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig'
My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm a nasty kid
I blast a pig and slit his throat just for Toom and L
My skills'a human'I choke &puff shell puffing boom in Hell
I doom the world like I was God and throw my gun away
Then snatch the moon out the sky and blow the sun away
Me and my brothers play hardball
Strictly hardcore lyrics til I'm finished breaking God's laws
My job's raw but I gotta do it I'm feeling high then buddhaed
So you might get shot and lose a lot of fluid
The spot I blew it at an early age ever since the curly braids
I would earn a wage with the thirty gauge
There's dirty ways to get paid if you got the balls
Just load the Glock and cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers
Don't stop or pause let the shotty go up his butt
To finish up punching body blows and uppercuts
The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it
Whether rain or shine we be busting out nines
Hey yo Keith Nut hit 'em with that ill-type rhyme
Yo I cause damage rap's red-handed bandit
Well I'll be god damnit I kick ***like I'm yo'parents
Prepare for the slaughter when my brain is out of order
Got kicked out my church cause I got caught f**king my preacher's daughter
Menace like Dennis on the MIC
You best run son I'm sending emcees up sh*t's creek
So don't sleep cause I creep on New York streets
Like I'm a big fat dick wack emcees is ***-cheeks
Yo I'm that *****that'll kidnap yo'kids
Take em home f**k em good then send em back to you in bandages
You lose cause I got the ill street and still keep
The toast close and rep-a resent-a the East coast
So watch your back black Bronx *****s don't play
If you ever fake jax I'll slit yo'throat like OJ
Yeah that's my motherf**king crew
Straight out the South Bronx
The livest motherf**king corners of the Bronx
Keeping in realer my motherf**king *****Keith Nut
Armageddon the Redding
My *****Big Dog Punisher
Straight out the Full Eclipse Camp
All you motherf**kers know the times yeah
Watch your motherf**king back
Blow out the back of your domepiece
DITC forever motherf**kers