Firewater Lyrics - Singles - Fat Joe

you know what I mean, mira 

let's get this money sorted and counted, word 

know what I mean, dame te culo mami 

give me my shit back, mira, hey yo 

Fat Joe and them is here now, word 

shine like marbles, collects diamonds 

the remix, add on son 

politic for the real ones...> 

Chorus-Raekwon 

We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts 

Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops 

The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one 

Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner... 

Raekwon- 

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Yo, control this rap like Napoleon 

Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in 

Rock 'em like linolieum, yeah 

Lex, diamonds, shin'in like you rhymin' 

929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass 

Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense 

Time to pull again, release the shell, well 

Make 'em yell again, so sleek 

But I'm a be maxin' in suites 

Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps 

Hittin' your chick in Jeeps 

Miraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me? 

You jack mack, kidnap 'em for free 

What?, you got heat, you better pop those 

We movin' like gestapos, through underground potholes 

That rock those, much land discoveries 

Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly 

Who livin' lovily, half a brick to cover me 

So dissin' me, come on now listen G, 

You's a dime I'm a key 

Thun, thun straight out of Sicily 

Now, back to the stash crib 

Joey Crack baggin' up cracks 

One love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid! 

Photos 

chorus 

Fat Joe- 

Word ...life, I'll be the infamous 

Who leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest 

Run up in your crib, blast your kids 

Ain't no myth in this, shit's official 

I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson 

Cause my investin' was sendin rappers to heaven 

Gives me an erection 

You need protection from the smooth assassin 

Who really moves at action, blastin' mothaf**kas 

Execution fashion 

Now who's the fat one that you love to hate 

Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you 

Then I'll wack you with my snub 38 

It doesn't take much to make me restless 

Look at my face and definite lose your breath 

truck my face is Lexus 

You want to test this, so really?, 

I'll make one call and have the whole WU comin' on the ferry 

I'm very dangerous and well-connected 

I puff an L with Method, then try to 

Decide who's next to fill his neck slit 

So respected and admired the boss, retired your lost 

Wu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios! 

chorus 

Punisher- 

You guys despise guys like us 

Guys like us, disgust like Spartacus 

You cuss and claim a bust 

You lust for a part of us, you thrust 

But can't touch 

Plus we far from any type of fellas you can trust 

Put the pressure on the mic, I biz 

Press to your chest, sound like sweat on my back 

We're having sex, tight-ass flex 

Pretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tek 

Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex 

My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer 

Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza 

Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut 

As I Remember my menage au trois was mired by sluts 

I questionmark your heart, punctuate your fate 

All your version predicates 

Done as well as you pronunciate 

In the (west)?, we're gonna break you off the isle 

Take C.O.s hostage arab style, no surrender 

chorus 

Fat Joe- 

Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin' 

Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons 

Divisin' ideas with masterminders 

Movin' on a stash of diamonds 

First we get the cash, then we laugh like miners 

Don't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard 

But when it come to money, son, I'm not the one to laugh with 

I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers 

Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas 

Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others 

You's the best, yet, and still 

I'm investin' mils on a hunch over lunch 

Puffin' on a Chesterfield, who wants to test 

The real scandalous 

I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles 

Plannin' hits with an ananymous philanthropist 

Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists 

Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches... 

Big shout to my man Raekwon, word is bond