Music please Yes, welcome to Jealous One's Envy We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this product It is a Relativity Records product, artist Fat Joe My name is KRS-One And of course we're gonna bring THE noise Cause we can never be toys
Verse One: KRS-One, Fat Joe
Yes I am the ultimate, uttering ultimatum's for the fun of it It appears to me you don't know who you fuckin with You can't see this with bifocals cause you're local Can't hang with my vocals, better you fuck with Sonny Bono Or Yoko Ono, but KRS oh NO NO You might think you a ROTC but I don't give a fuck though I'm rolling hard like God for the squad black Packin them poppers bitch, where that money be at?
Aiyyo I be the show stopper, as I shine like gold Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake nigga dropper Which borough, is the thorough I know, do you know, let me know I'm sayin though The coke connector, sweating leather with reflectors Don't get caught up in my sector, or I'ma haveta inject ya With a slab of this lyrical dope shit Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this Fat Joe the true and living will prevail Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale Will I fail? I doubt it I'm the nigga catchin bodies, while other niggaz fantasize about it
True indeed, behind my back MC's claim they can serve me In my face they screaming "We're not worthy!" Youse a has been, actually you ain't been I be touring, while you be home taping So what punk, you could battle in a second Frankly the bottom line, is where's your hit record You claim I'm jocking, claim I'm on your dick, where's your witnesses? If I'm on your dick my name has got to be syphillis
Chorus:
"If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck" - Jeru "Up up up and away cuz I don't play clown" - Kool G Rap "If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck" - Jeru "Buck buck buck take that witcha on the way down" - Kool G Rap
Verse Two: Fat Joe
As we proceed to lock it down, don't get it fucked up We be the kings of the Boogie Down All we do is spark izm and get cash Tortuing MC's like that warden up in Alcatraz (bo! bo! bo! bo!) It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo Get so much love, I'm payin sixteen on a kilo Sendin niggaz outta town, still got control of the Boogie Down Now how the fuck you sound? (Yeahhh) Ain't no army that could harm me or bomb me C'mon G you clowns ain't got a fucking thing on me I'm flashy like white linen (tell em) Your rap is under pressure like two outs tied score in the ninth inning I'm down with Kris and ain't no stopping me
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