Fat Joe - Oh sh** lyrics

Oh sh** (Oh sh**) Oh sh** Pa** the mic to Gizmo [ VERSE 1: Gizmo ] Oh sh**, comin straight out the toilet Take a rapper's rhyme that is fresh, then I spoil it Tear the mic to shreds, put heads to beds You wanna battle me? Huh, you're better off dead Or arrested, these rhymes are manifested Hip-hop, that's what I'm infected with sh** motherf**er bum b**h a** n***a snitch Stitches and stitches and stitches ( ? ) you b**hes I'm from Godsville, I ( ? ) with the Hill 163rd is the worst so you better chill Rest in Forest projects, give respect Take you out in a sec, catch wreck Cause I'm packed with a Tec- 9 mill, yeah, I shoot to k** So be still cause I'm ill, prepare to write your will Motherf**er s**ers who try to sound legit Get flushed down the toilet just like a pile of sh** Oh sh** (Oh sh**) Oh sh** Pa** the mic to Saladeem [ VERSE 2: Saladeem ] The rhyme is hard and I wrote you a part From the beginnin to the endin I send my regard To those who wanna dare, tell 'em what I said Half of y'all will leave, but leave mentally dead You're no good as a man, you're no good as a fan And you're definitely no good with the mic in your hand A true king's power rests behind the dome But I'ma leave all that king stuff alone I'm a self-made gettin-paid lover of rap And I could crush the world in a finger snap I eat MC's like a canibal, attack 'em like an animal Take down whole empires like Hannibal You don't want no beef and that's very understandable MC's can't stand me, censors wanna ban me No matter what you say or do, my fans demand me Damn, Saladeem is wicked Oh sh** (Oh sh**) Oh sh** Pa** the mic to Fat Joe [ VERSE 3: Fat Joe ] I'm the Fat Gangsta, the head honcho My name is Fat Joe, never call me Pancho Solid as a rock, bigger than a bolder Y'all just one name that I put in my folder Labeled a loser, cause I choose to Beat that a** so bad people call me the bruiser I'm sharp as barbwire, I wear fresh attire You get lit up just like a forest fire So stop sweatin me and jump off my jock I mean my jimmy, my tip, my dick, my co*k My lines are humorous, so use some laughter Your rhymes are played out, you old whipper snapper Call me a thug, the color I'm wearin is black My rhymes are dope, they stimulate you like crack Not a myth, not a fifth, see I'll get you open You be on ( ? ) as if you're smokin Damn, motherf**ers is gettin wicked on this That n***a Fat Joe Word Oh sh** (Oh sh**) Oh sh** Pa** the mic to Seville [ VERSE 4: Seville ] Swift dialect, so select this selection Previous cuts were practice, yeah, this is perfection Think that my last jam pertained the sk** Well that was simply just a fraction of me, Seville Doin what I'm doin till it's finally done Jams are hittin number one, demolish rappers for fun To engage is execution, so don't engage Results Daily News front page, MC's been slayed Pushin piles of power, perfectly I prevail You got yourself into this, so stop bitin your nails Heard a previous performance on a practice tape Said we were wack and you could take us, now you try to escape Fleeing is impossible, you try to get away But if you get past me you'll get smashed by Jay Jazzy's no joke, justifiably invincible No jokin no hopin, serious with me, Seville Here we go Oh sh** (Oh sh**) Oh sh** Pa** the mic to Master Rob [ VERSE 5: Master Rob ] Now I'm a poet excellent, here to represent That rappin is my occupation, in my pockets there's a mint Caused by the crowds I draw and the money they spend Just to see me rock a show at any extent Now I will devastate and then I'll terminate Any rapper that's blind the time will create And when I go on tour the crowds will endure The Master Rob craze for that ain't no cure So now I activate my style at any rate Then I say this funky dope rhyme that comes out great Cause I'm a smooth operator, the female devastator If you think I'm rockin now, just wait until later Opportunity has come, I'm reachin new heights I'm the newest superstar with my name up in lights Cause when I do a show, it's not a crowd, it's a mob And all the girls are screamin out, "We love you, Master Rob" Yo, that sh** was crazy dope, knowmsayin? (Thank you, thank you, thank you) Dope, knowmsayin? Yo, what the f**, am I here by myself? (Oh sh**) Motherf**ers standin lookin at me... (f** you) f** me? f** me, you know what I'm sayin? Oh sh**, youknowmsayin? You know what I'm talkin about Smells like p**y to me, knowmsayin? I don't give a f** We ain't worried bout this gettin on the radio, youknowmsayin? Like the other... What's that sh** called, freestyle? We ain't worried bout them sh**s gettin on the radio Cause this sh**'s gon be stupid underground, knowmsayin? (Oh sh**) My man Saladeem, peace to my man Seville, peace to my man Gizmo and peace to my man Fat Joe Youknowmsayin? And Diamond D cuttin sh** up And here we go