Fat Joe Feat Big Pun My World Lyrics

My World Lyrics

Fat Joe feat. Big Pun

 

 My World

 Uh, Lotta money in here

 Uh, Terror Squad

 Now and forever

 Top of the world, Tun

 Yeah, uh

 Yeah, uh

 

 They call me Joey Crack my name'll never be forgotten

 livin' in the NY city thats rotten

 niggas on the block still screamin' and plottin'

 Wonderin' if my squad gon stop bubblin'

 But we not cuz we all still shinin'

 You average, We floss four karat diamonds

 Layin' up in the plushes suite

 Wit the thuggish freaks

 She love to eat plus bust the heat

 We touch the streets wit the same principles

 Everyday gotta get this cash know it makes sense to you

 Joe Crack one in a million

 Get cash from drug deals

 But still keep the weapons concealed

 build wit the gods

 todays madd fast cars

 who copped what and got shot comin' out the bar

 My repitore is far beyond belief

 Y'all ain't much to me

 Honestly you can't fuck wit me

 

 (Chorus)-Big Pun

 It's my life, my money, my world

 My girls, TS electrify the sky like the 3rd rail

 Want us to fail cuz you on our dick

 But as long as every song is rich you can't tell me shit

 We been doin' this since Prince was the bomb

 Before he changed his name and started making wack songs

 Before the trigger talk and the heat wit chalk

 was our last resort and niggas took it to the streets

 

 I live the plush life 

 Nothing on my wrist but crushed ice

 Bumpin' the heist in the GS wit the bug lights

 Just the life that the playa portrays

 Lookin' laced in my FJ560's

 It's many ways that we gon get it

 Look how many years we don did it

 cop land and build a home in it

 That's all I ever wanted dreamed of

 create a mean buzz

 Slick C.R.E.A.M. and show my team love

 You see us on B.E.T.

 Rockin' ice blue suits pardon the jewlery

 Is the same fat kid from the Ave of Trinity

 It's been around three years since my last LP

 But it gets no better than this

 consecutive hits

 You on some Jealous Ones Envy shit

 conpetitive bitch

 I got my enemies mapped out

 No doubt

 take the leer jet to Cali theres a party up at Shaq's house

 You don't wanna compare counts pull ya stash out

 the ultraviolet from my ice will make you pass out

 My niggas force black outs

 shoot up ya skate key

 You love to hate me

 pushin' the dope ass ride doin' a hundred-eighty

 

 (Chorus)-Big Pun

 

 (Ad-lib til end)

 Yeah, gon ride for you

 Yeah, uh, uh, uh

 Gon ride for you

 Gon ride for you (Ha, Ha, Ha, Huh)

 Yeah, We gon ride for you

 We gon ride for you

 Yeah, We gon ride for you, motherfuckin' gon ride for you

 Ha, yeah, Everybody in the struggle

 Hold ya head baby, Uh

 Yeah, Charli Rock LD, Big Surge, Big Frank, Big O

 Huh, We gon ride for you, best believe I'ma ride for you

 Ha, ha, yeah I'm gon ride for you, best believe we gon ride for you

 Terror Squad, 9-8, New Millenium

 Joey Crack, realness

 1 (7X's)

 Tony Montana, Yeah what