Okay Okay - Fat Joe

Turn the mic up

Yeah uhh, Coca

Okay, okay okay

E Philly I see you nigga

Yeah, yeah

This is on my boy Georges, Tricky’s is sellin boulevard

(Tricky boo) My niggas with buck fifties and bullet scars

Gangster bitches that ain’t afraid to kill a broad

You witness the realest nigga to spit this hard

Yeah~!

Look at my clothes

Look at these diamonds, look how I pose

Man, take a look at my hoes

Brazilians, Sicilians, got millions of those (AOWW!)

Yeah, who’s harder than Crack?

Have the awe to play martyr then I father you back

Bein burst you didn’t earth you make you part of the mack

Then I ask the whole block who got a problem with that

You feel me?

No joke, no gimmicks (gimmicks)

You fuckin with niggas that live the lyrics

Cold blooded, when it’s drama ain’t tryin to hear it (nope)

That body fresh, you can still see the spirit

'Til my last breath, I’mma rap 'til the death

Whether with wax or sellin cracks on my steps

Great with the knives, much better with the Tecs

Believe me, it’s easy, I’ll leave you a mess

I’m like yeahhhhhhhh, okay, okay okay

Okay okay, okay

I’m like yeahhhhhhhh, okay, okay okay

Okay okay, okay

Yo, 300 brolic yeah I’m sendin them niggas

Youse a hot pink skinny jean feminine nigga

I balls 'til I falls then I get back up

And my arms like a gift the way the shit racked up

My ambition to get it — the Bronx still burnin

And them trees stay greener than them eyes on Erick Sermon

I’m swervin, observin, fake niggas I’m learnin

Him and they gangsters, leave your brains on the curb and

I’m servin, any nigga that want it

I’m not a role model;

how could I be?

I’m blunted

Joe so cool wearin stunners in the night

Suede in the rain, walkin mud in my whites

Dominican bitch, you can find me in the Heights

Maserrati Ducati about a hundred bikes

Real shit, that’s the story of my life

Look at me wrong?

I thought gettin money was right

Okay, hahaha

We live the lyrics man

We really run these streets man

Pop your shit off you get too close nigga

Yeah, ain’t nobody seein the Squad

The hardest niggas

Realest niggas in this whole shit man

I don’t wanna hear about you niggas did time

Them niggas who’s hard — you faggots~!

I’m talkin to every rapper

Nobody lived my life nigga

It’s Coca, Joe Crack the Don

Want the crown?

Come get it nigga

BX WHATTUP!!!