The Fugitive Lyrics - The Elephant In The Room - Fat Joe

Coca, muah 

Elephant in the room 

Crills 

Early in the morning, could barely feel my face 

Cuttin' that raw raw hammer on my waist 

My baby mammas' stressin', I'm like fuck out of my face 

Feds on my ass now, 'bout to catch a case 

I'm about that "makin money" I'm alergic to poor 

Shit, I done made some hoes out of the girls next door 

6 in the morning when they kick in the door 

I'm probly outside the forge gettin' brain in the Porsche 

What Porsche? My Porsche yeah the GT Porsche 

Of course I floss like them DC boys 

Shit, right at club love I fucked at least three broads 

In the middle of the dancefloor such a sleazy whore 

Now, headed for paradise 

Carlos Bengante, jazz in the background, Harry Belofante 

Seagul in the clouds look honey im comin' 

Different strokes, different folks, you guessed it, Phillip Drummin 

Now I'ma fuck the pussy 'till the pussy get numb and 

Roll over naked then we kush kush puffin' 

This is way too easy though, I am the magnifico 

Cuban is pride, but I'm much more like eazy though 

If you don't believe me you can see me on your TV yo, 

Taylor Made Versachi, I'm with Khaled on that speedy boat 

When it comes to latina MC's there's none bigger 

Now who's gonna tell me that I can't say nigga? 

Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga bitch hoe 

'Cause some chicks is bitches, and some chicks is hoes 

Some independent ladies yeah they make a lotta dough 

So they get nuthin' but love and respect from Fat Joe 

I remember when I stepped in the game yo 

Army fatigue with grey Nikes, that flow Joe, 

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You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta 

gotta let 'em know Joe 

You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta 

gotta let 'em know 

I'm Borricua 'till I die motherfuckers, yes I will detach you 

I'll leave holes you can't cover with tattoos 

All you lame souls keep prayin' to them statues, when I'm the 

ghetto God, I'll bless you, achoo 

The one spitter, the can't get ridder, major label dropped me what I do? 

I got richer 

80 babies terror on the corner, I'm the pitcher 

Got a new connect and what I do? 

I got richer 

? the wop bam boo 

Guess what, America we love you 

And I'm a stay reppin' that TS Crew 

And show ya motherfuckers how the BX do 

Shit, every time I rockwild, it's more like a zoo 

Blinds wrapped around the corner if your too late your blue 

In that new white phantom, call it: milk on wheels 

Niggaz wilin' like Joe jus ODed off pills 

I ODed of crills, I ODed of mills 

You Monopoly guys, haulin' in no billz 

Shit, niggaz keep askin': how come he so real? 

6'1", light skin, got them green eyes, teal 

Haha, it's the fugitive 

Coca 

I'm on the run, and I'm eatin' bitch 

Street runner on this one, bitch 

We'd like to welcome you, "elephant in the room", (thank you, 

thank you), bitch 

Top of my game right now, can't nobody see me man 

We use different forms of transportation nigga 

I'm on different planets than y'all niggaz right now 

You can deny all you want nigga 

Coca's spittin' that shit, these streets is mine 

Oh, I get on some Pun shit 

What you want? That hardcore, commercial shit? 

What you wanna dance? Crills mania, nigga 

BXTS! 

I owns this shit! 

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