Fat Joe The Profit Lyrics

The Profit Lyrics

We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit

In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit'

First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it

What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us



We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit

We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit

Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit'

If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit



I'm New York's livin' legend, the streets know me well

Stand in the line of fire, it's gonna to be hell

You're dancin' wit the Devil, tonight's your last night

Picture me, Lil' Eazy E, pistol fahrenheit



L.A. County, got work in Slawson

We get it poppin' back to Roxbury in Boston

The streets love me, see they named me Coca

We the Puerto Rican version of La Costra Nostra



You can find me in the kitchen with my apron on

Somethin' like a chef, yeah, I get my Raekwon on

Joey, the mayor, I get ki's to the city

And I got 'em cheap, the whole hood could come with me, nigga



We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit

In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit'

First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it

What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us



We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit

We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit

Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit'

If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit



I'm gettin' money, I'm the President Junior

And in the hood, they call me 'Weezy, The Future'

And everybody that's around me will shoot ya

And nigga, my band let 'em blow like twofers, yeah



Clap, I got 'em, I g-g-got 'em, I got 'em

Cook, I got 'em, I g-g-got 'em, I got 'em

And in the hood, they call me 'Weezy, The Future'

If listen close, my nigga, you might see the future



Young Wayne in the buildin', where your stove at?

Cook 'em up, strap 'em down, where the road at?

I'm strapped up, plenty bullets, nigga, hold that

Now you steppin' out in led shower, where your robe at?



I knock your earth off, damn, where ya globe at?

Fuck the coach, I keep shootin' like Kobe

The money knows me better then anybody

Bitch, I'm paid, forget about it



I'm sittin' in the Coupe wit the titties outted, the nipples chrome

Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit

Dippin' on them bitches, get off dick, you soft pricks

I'm from New Orleans, homeless but don't forget



The sun even shines on dog shit

And dog, I've been hustlin' since the day I was barkin'

I walk in this bitch like what it do

The money home, stop hatin', get your money on, nigga



We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit

In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit'

First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it

What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us



We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit

We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit

Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit'

If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit



This year All Star Weekend was off the chain

Literally niggaz comin' off wit them chains

Put the devi to his chest, homey going die tonight

Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon Dynamite



Jack boy, I been since I'm a toddler

My dad was sleepin', I was runnin' through his pockets

Oh yeah, you ready for war, then what's stoppin' you?

I hope you know them Bentley doors' not chopperproof



And they go bratatat just like them bullets dancin'

Come up short wit my dough, I'm 'bout to pull a Manson

Take your kids for ransom, yeah, it's payback

Next time I front you some birds, you better pay crack



What? Shit, I don't know nothin'

He might be the police comin' up with assumptions

All I know is this nigga here is about to meet God

If you don't bring me some ki's or bring me 50 large



We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit

In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit'

First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it

What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us



We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit

We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit

Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit'

If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit



Profit, p-p-profit, the profit

Profit, p-p-profit, the profit

Profit, p-p-profit, the profit

Profit, p-p-profit, the profit



Yeah, it's Coca, baby, coke season

Young Money Weezy, Terror era

Gotta be Novocaine on this motherfucker's shit ones

Yeah, nigga, brrat