Andrews Correa - Okay Okay lyrics

[Fat Joe] Lower the music, keep the mic up Turn the mic up Yeah uhh, Coca Okay, okay okay E Philly I see you n***a Yeah, yeah This is on my boy Georges, Tricky's is sellin boulevard (Tricky boo) My n***as with buck fifties and bullet scars Gangster b**hes that ain't afraid to k** a broad You witness the realest n***a to spit this hard Yeah~! Look at my clothes Look at these diamonds, look how I pose Man, take a look at my hoes Brazilians, Sicilians, got millions of those (AOWW!) Yeah, who's harder than Crack? Have the awe to play martyr then I father you back Bein burst you didn't earth you make you part of the mack Then I ask the whole block who got a problem with that You feel me? No joke, no gimmicks (gimmicks) You f**in with n***as that live the lyrics Cold blooded, when it's drama ain't tryin to hear it (nope) That body fresh, you can still see the spirit [Hook: Fat Joe] 'Til my last breath, I'mma rap 'til the d**h Whether with wax or sellin cracks on my steps Great with the knives, much better with the Tecs Believe me, it's easy, I'll leave you a mess I'm like yeahhhhhhhh, okay, okay okay Okay okay, okay I'm like yeahhhhhhhh, okay, okay okay Okay okay, okay [Fat Joe] Yo, 300 brolic yeah I'm sendin them n***as Youse a hot pink skinny jean feminine n***a I balls 'til I falls then I get back up And my arms like a gift the way the sh** racked up My ambition to get it - the Bronx still burnin And them trees stay greener than them eyes on Erick Sermon I'm swervin, observin, fake n***as I'm learnin Him and they gangsters, leave your brains on the curb and I'm servin, any n***a that want it I'm not a role model; how could I be? I'm blunted Joe so cool wearin stunners in the night Suede in the rain, walkin mud in my whites Dominican b**h, you can find me in the Heights Maserrati Ducati about a hundred bikes Real sh**, that's the story of my life Look at me wrong? I thought gettin money was right [Hook] [Fat Joe] Okay, hahaha We live the lyrics man We really run these streets man Pop your sh** off you get too close n***a Yeah, ain't nobody seein the Squad The hardest n***as Realest n***as in this whole sh** man I don't wanna hear about you n***as did time Them n***as who's hard - you f*ggots~! I'm talkin to every rapper Nobody lived my life n***a It's Coca, Joe Crack the Don Want the crown? Come get it n***a BX WHATTUP!!!