Yeah! 
Check it out  check a check a  check it out 
Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this? 
I can't get played  cause I roll with Baby Chris  nevertheless 
niggaz be tryin to front the role 
When everybody knows  I'm gonna go gold 
at least  kickin the funky styles that you want to hear 
Joe is bigger and better  so have no fear 
I'll be rippin the mic  clockin dough  stickin the hoes 
After every single show, you know (know) 
One of the best to grab the mic so don't try to front 
Ain't nuttin here yours, so what the fuck you want? 
When I step on stage, I'm second to none 
Makin MC's run, without the use of a gun, yeah 
Talkin about the way I rock a party 
Niggaz must be thinkin that I'm high, or drunk on Bacardi 
I be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap scene 
I'm mean, my favorite color is green 
I guess that's why they call it the blues 
Your money you lose, cause you choose to disrespect and neglect 
the skills of the Fat one, but I'm all that son 
Gimme the microphone and I'ma show you how it's gonna be done 

So don't fake moves, cause I never fall 

That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all 

I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat 
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat 
Hey yo I'm livin Fat 
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat 
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat 
Yo I'm livin Fat 
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat 
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat
Yo I'm livin Fat 
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat 
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat

Look at the way I freak this style, I'm versatile 
Niggaz don't want the funk, because they know I'm buckwild 
Could you believe the rappers that they talk shit 
While I be rippin the microphone and all my records are hits 
The name is Fat Joe, I'm on the down low 
I chill with Lord Finesse, you know I got the flow 
I be freakin the funk, not fakin the funk, you're facin a punk, yeah 
Fuck around and you'll be layin in ?v-ducts? 
I got props, believe it or not 
I never got caught, because I pay off the cops, yeah 
One of the livest niggaz in New York 
Sometimes I be chillin with Son 
Sometimes I be chillin with Hawk, you know that 
Brooklyn in the house and Uptown is too 
I gotta be sayin peace, to the Boogie the Bronx crew 
Pete, Sap, Brim, Vayo Mack, Gizmo, Nicer, B.G., my main man Crack 
So now you know the flav, and you know the time 
Brothers always be tellin me, "Joe why don't you kick a Fat rhyme" 
So I don't front on my peeps 
Kick a verse or two, then be out, and peace G 
So don't try to step to dis, you know you take a fall 
That's how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all 

I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat
Aiyyo I'm livin FAT 
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat
Aiyyo I'm livin FAT 
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat
Aiyyo I'm livin FAT 
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat 
I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat 
Aiyyo I'm livin FAT! 

Ninety-three, Lord Finesse, Fat Joe, Diamond D 
Showbiz and A.G., D.I.T.C. and I'm out