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Album: Miscellaneous (1993)
Artists: Fat Joe

  1. All I Need
  2. Bet Ya Man Can't (Triz)
  3. Born in the Ghetto
  4. Bronx Keeps Creating It
  5. Bust at You
  6. Crush Tonight
  7. Dat Gangsta Shit
  8. Don Cartagena
  9. Fight Club
  10. Find Out
  11. Gangsta
  12. Get the Hell On With That
  13. Good Times
  14. Heavyweights
  15. Hey Jack Kerouac
  16. Hustlin'
  17. It's Nothing
  18. It's O.K.
  19. John Blaze
  20. King of New York
  21. Life Goes On
  22. Loyalty
  23. Misery Needs Company
  24. My Life Style (Remix)
  25. My Lifestyle (Remix)
  26. My Prerogative
  27. My World
  28. Nasty Hoes
  29. Prove Something
  30. Shit Is Real, Pt. III
  31. Take a Look at My Life
  32. Terror Squadians
  33. The Crack Attack
  34. The Hidden Hand
  35. Thicker Than Blood
  36. Triplets
  37. TS Piece
  38. Turn Me On
  39. U Feel Me
  40. Walk On By
  41. We Run This Sh*t
  42. We Run This Shit
  43. Why Me?


Fat Joe
Miscellaneous
Heavyweights
[Fat Joe]
Yeah (y'all niggaz is crazy)
Don Carta' bomb harder (we makin a BOMB mayne)
Terror Squad, what, what? (aiyyo, uh, ye-yo, Terror Squad)
Don Carta' bomb harder (Suave House) what the fuck?
Violator, Violator! Yeah, uhh, yo..

No heart, that's why them other niggaz foul
Eight hit me in the cell, said to meet him in the A.T.L.
At 12 up in the Gentelman's Club
where you ain't fuckin nothin less you givin up dubs
Feelin the love, from tha killers and thugs
Players and pimps, ladies and gents, swift in the butt
Not givin a fuck, that's the life I live
Trife like this, blow you up wit yo wife and kids
I dislike my bitch, but I still gotta deal wit her
16 shot meal getter, that's why I'm still wit her
For real nigga, you couldn't possibly lock with me
My squad be bringin more "Havoc" than "Prodigy"
Ain't no stoppin me, I got killers that'll pop for me
Run up in my stash and give that ass more beef than broccoli
With no apology, yo blocks'll be my property
Cop a seat and watch the Terror Squad prophecy

Chorus: Eightball, Big Punisher

(This is for the heavyweights)
[8] Make no mistakes
Thirty six O's is my favorite kind of cake
(This is for the heavyweights)
We runnin from jail
Stackin that mail, tippin the scale
(This is for the heavyweights)
[Pun] Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice
I'm so big, niggaz see me twice
(This is for the heavyweights)
We three guys, that don't play those games
You got beef with us, nigga say our names
(This is for the heavyweights)
Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice
I'm so big, niggaz see me twice
(This is for the heavyweights)
We three guys, that don't play those games
You got beef with us, nigga say our names

[Eightball]
Yeah, yeah
Take it to the next level, Joe, Crack and Big Ball
Blaze up the hay, one two, mic check y'all
All been warned, this heavyweight combination
Connected in the disclosed location
So niggaz won't be runnin up and make me have to slug at, above that
part of yo' body where your bulletproof hug at
Rugrat, you better find some mo' kids to play with
Three titanic niggaz, we ain't got to say shit
Our way shit, do some real make em pay shit
Them niggaz wit me that don't rap, them the one's that spray shit
Pop pop, with the chop chop, out the drop top
Drip drip, goes a nigga blood, til his heart stop
Hard times made a nigga write a lot of hard rhymes
Hard lines from my mind took Eightball big time
with Fat Joe and Big Pun
I guarantee don't none of y'all tricks want NONE

Chorus: Big Punisher

(This is for the heavyweights)
[Pun] Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice
I'm so big, niggaz see me twice
(This is for the heavyweights)
We three guys, that don't play those games
You got beef with us, nigga say our names
(This is for the heavyweights)
Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice
I'm so big, niggaz see me twice
(This is for the heavyweights)
We three guys, that don't play those games
You got beef with us, nigga say our names
(This is for the heavyweights..)

[Big Pun]
Yo, aiyyo fuck you! Fuck your whole crew for breathin
Fuck your mother, your father, your kids - for no reason
I don't give a fuck if you da wildest nigga on earth
It's one planet and I'm the fattest motherfucker in the universe
You worse than a motherfuckin snake in the grass
Fake for the cash, wait til you pass ??, shake and you crash
You pay for yo' acts, and all the mistakes you made in yo' past
Hope you get raped in yo' ass while you, takin a bath
UP NORTH - you wouldn't last a day and a half
I'll bet my weight and my stack, a razor will slash, yo' face and yo' ass
Before you can say, "Take me at last, I'm ready for death"
Now you just heavnely strapped
A cherry with lips, a fairy or bitch, you barely exist..
.. you motherfuckers ready for this?
Grab your crucifix, tell god I'm coming for your juicy lips
You'se a bitch, don't let me run up in yo crib with the ruthlessness
Bruising shit enough to hurt and pain I'll bring
Think y'all pray for Pun, nigga say my name
I don't play those games, you picked the wrong nigga to fuck with
Punk bitch, that's why yo' mother suck dick!
What...

Chorus: Big Punisher

(This is for the heavyweights)
Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice
I'm so big, niggaz see me twice
(This is for the heavyweights)
We three guys, that don't play those games
You got beef with us, nigga say our names
(This is for the heavyweights)
Aiyyo we live large, big cars, 3-D ice
I'm so big, niggaz see me twice
(This is for the heavyweights)
We three guys, that don't play those games
You got beef with us, nigga say our names
(This is for the heavyweights)
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