Fat Joe & Big Pun - Freestyle

Power from the street lights made the place dark

But yo they didn't care, they turned it out

Uhh, you know what this is, South Bronx

Fat Joey Crack representin the realest

I got my man Big Dog Punisher in the house

Yo Punisher, let these niggas know

Brothers are rappin like Iraqi soldiers

Actin like they crackin boulders

When they pack a cap that won't attack a blowfish

Always talkin shit, players that rather balk than pitch

And often counterfeit, Kings of New York

On Mr. Walken's dick

You make me sick to my stomach, you don't really want it

Riffin like you sniffin coke

To scare me but you barely blunted

You really done it now you got me mad

Morenos be like, "Papi's bad"

Makin fakers cocky when I'm drivin back

Many thought it couldn't happen, Joe is never rappin

He was always get loot off the crack and

Fuckin with them heavyweights, who had shit sewn in every state

The very sight'll make the average man defecate

Livin the life of stock bonds and cars, word bond

I be gone I'll be worshiped like Nicky Barnes

It's on -- you don't want no confrontation

Kill the communication, or suffer from multiple lacerations

I keep a Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo

With my top hat, what you funny motherfuckers know about that?

Lookin Doug E. Fresh in my double breast

Like a pimp, eatin shrimp, gumbo, bubble bathin

In the jumbo jet, set, on auto-pilot

Gonna fly it to Puerto Vallarta

Charter a chopper on top of the Hyatt

Business chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters

At Jimmy's Cafe, a glass of Peirier

Chick go for celly book a room at the Holiday

Inn, so I can get her and a friend

Menage a trois livin the life of a star

Overweight overpaid, pockets bustin out the seams

While you niggas havin limousine dreams

I got you all sized up, niggas wise up

A Fat Beat truck'll be pickin all you guys up

For you hilarious comedians, I'm at the Marriott with deviants

And rentin chariots to carry us to various

Evening events, eating the best up in Jimmy's Cafe

Extorting wannabes for all their G's

Fuck it, just gimme half

I make it last, with the dough I got, if not

I blow your spot, if not, Joey Crack please load the Glock

Let these niggas learn the hard way

The word to God way, the motherfuckin murder mob way

Fuck that fuck that fuck that!

Funkmaster Flex keepin it realer

Hot 97, Joey Crack, Big Dog Punisher

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