Fat Joe Pendemic Lyrics

Pendemic Lyrics

Yeah, I don't give a fuck

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you too

Fuck you rappers, fuck the industry

Fuck anybody who don't fuck with me

This is the Pendemic, yo



Yeah, we get it poppin', them hammers go, the Spanish bro

'Crucial Conflict', I'm 'Do or Die' with the flow, yeah

Joe Pesci in 'Casino', you know

Poked him 40 times, hit him once more for the road



Yeah, I'm bein' honest, your honor, I killed the man

But he was a fuckin' problem, your honor

They say Joey's a killer, every time body shit

Every verse iller, ain't nobody's hot as this



You know me, I'm a one man army

Even though millions'll follow just like Gandhi

I'm Malcolm, shit, I bring it out 'em

Body on Broadway, now nobody can doubt him



Must I be a backpacker or Black Eye Pea

Or spit consciousness just to win a Grammy?

Nah, Big L listen me

The soul of Big Pun is flowin' through me



Yeah, Biggie Smalls is rollin' with me

I'm way over your head, you like creativity?

I'm a gangsta rapper, Lord, forgive the shit I'm sayin'

But You'd be surprised where my music be playin'



Yeah, that's what they wanna hear

Shit, Joey from the Bronx, I'm a pistoleer

I keep gunnin' for 'em, they keep runnin' from me

I'm about my money, give a fuck, I'm livin' comfortably, yeah



Yeah, I'm right here, middle of the ghetto

Sweatpants saggin' 'cause I'm packin' heavy metal

Yeah, I made the switch from clear top to yellow

Mami yellin' out the window 'Oye, dejate con eso'



I hate that nigga, get me sick, man, look at him

Soon as I get enough, I'ma cuff and throw the book at him

He ain't get all this shit from this fuckin' rap money

And every time we stop him, nigga think he something funny



Shit, heard he sell cracks on the block, caught a body

Listen to his raps, he call himself John Gotti

Officer, officer, please don't be biased

Don't you know all of us rappers are great liars?



We like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate

Sensationalize bringin' packs 'cross state

And y'all niggaz lyin' 'cause young niggas dyin'

Over in Iraq, yeah, families are cryin'



Controversies like 'Oil for food'

Worldwide Pendemics, now we got the bird flu

Africa's in crisis, please give aid

Must we do everything like organize Live Aid?

Shit, Katrina, Katrina, oh, Ms. Katrina

I'm lookin' for some benefits, tell me have you seen her?



Yeah, this is the Pendemic, we outta here

See you next time if it is a next time, yeah

Thanks to Joey Crack the gangsta rapper

Do this shit 'My Way' like Frank Sinatra, you know, bye