The Profit Lyrics - Me Myself & I - Fat Joe

We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit 

In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit' 

First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it 

What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us 

We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit 

We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit 

Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit' 

If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit 

I'm New York's livin' legend, the streets know me well 

Stand in the line of fire, it's gonna to be hell 

You're dancin' wit the Devil, tonight's your last night 

Picture me, Lil' Eazy E, pistol fahrenheit 

L.A. County, got work in Slawson 

We get it poppin' back to Roxbury in Boston 

The streets love me, see they named me Coca 

We the Puerto Rican version of La Costra Nostra 

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You can find me in the kitchen with my apron on 

Somethin' like a chef, yeah, I get my Raekwon on 

Joey, the mayor, I get ki's to the city 

And I got 'em cheap, the whole hood could come with me, nigga 

We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit 

In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit' 

First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it 

What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us 

We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit 

We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit 

Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit' 

If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit 

I'm gettin' money, I'm the President Junior 

And in the hood, they call me 'Weezy, The Future' 

And everybody that's around me will shoot ya 

And nigga, my band let 'em blow like twofers, yeah 

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Clap, I got 'em, I g-g-got 'em, I got 'em 

Cook, I got 'em, I g-g-got 'em, I got 'em 

And in the hood, they call me 'Weezy, The Future' 

If listen close, my nigga, you might see the future 

Young Wayne in the buildin', where your stove at? 

Cook 'em up, strap 'em down, where the road at? 

I'm strapped up, plenty bullets, nigga, hold that 

Now you steppin' out in led shower, where your robe at? 

I knock your earth off, damn, where ya globe at? 

Fuck the coach, I keep shootin' like Kobe 

The money knows me better then anybody 

Bitch, I'm paid, forget about it 

I'm sittin' in the Coupe wit the titties outted, the nipples chrome 

Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit 

Dippin' on them bitches, get off dick, you soft pricks 

I'm from New Orleans, homeless but don't forget 

The sun even shines on dog shit 

And dog, I've been hustlin' since the day I was barkin' 

I walk in this bitch like what it do 

The money home, stop hatin', get your money on, nigga 

We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit 

In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit' 

First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it 

What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us 

We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit 

We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit 

Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit' 

If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit 

This year All Star Weekend was off the chain 

Literally niggaz comin' off wit them chains 

Put the devi to his chest, homey going die tonight 

Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon Dynamite 

Jack boy, I been since I'm a toddler 

My dad was sleepin', I was runnin' through his pockets 

Oh yeah, you ready for war, then what's stoppin' you? 

I hope you know them Bentley doors' not chopperproof 

And they go bratatat just like them bullets dancin' 

Come up short wit my dough, I'm 'bout to pull a Manson 

Take your kids for ransom, yeah, it's payback 

Next time I front you some birds, you better pay crack 

What? Shit, I don't know nothin' 

He might be the police comin' up with assumptions 

All I know is this nigga here is about to meet God 

If you don't bring me some ki's or bring me 50 large 

We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit 

In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit' 

First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it 

What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us 

We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit 

We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit 

Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit' 

If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit 

Profit, p-p-profit, the profit 

Profit, p-p-profit, the profit 

Profit, p-p-profit, the profit 

Profit, p-p-profit, the profit 

Yeah, it's Coca, baby, coke season 

Young Money Weezy, Terror era 

Gotta be Novocaine on this motherfucker's shit ones 

Yeah, nigga, brrat