Fat Joe - Another Wild n******g From The Bronx lyrics

Aiyyo Fat Joe, it's your first album right? You comin out the South Bronx Time to let brothers know what time it is T.S. in the house, yo T.S. in the house [Fat Joe] Yeahhhhhh.. like this! Chilly Dee (represent, and uh) Gizmo (represent, and uh) Keith Keith (represent, and uh) King Sun (represent, and uh) Fat Joe (represent, and uh) Uptown (represent, and uh) Uptown (represent, and uh) Uptowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn! [Gizmo] I'm from the West Bubblef** so fasten your seatbelts and buckle up I'm the type of brother to beat you down then f** you up Grabbin the mic to rock on tonight to see if the crowd will care Step to the Gizzy you dare, you get lit up like a flare from the, Bronx the Boogie Down battleground, Uptown Turn smiles to frowns as I smack clowns around Shorts I don't take em, bones I fracture and break So make not one mistake, or you get eat like steaks at Frank's G Jack in June, gettin swept, with a broom soon to meet your doom, mornin night or the afternoon Hara**in the mic, with a verbal a**ault of rap Stick lyrics back to back, that'll pack, to keep myself on wax Hot like an iron, to defeat the kids you gotta keep tryin If you spread any rumors sayin you took me out, you're lyin A human beat is struck I know when it really sounds trunk I'm never ever buck I don't give a f** if you think that I'm a s**er Parties that I've made, people wonder how long it lasted Lyrics that are so hardcore, it'll leave you flabbergasted Gasp for air, inhale it hold it in And just wait for the rest of the posse to begin I'm the human beat magician with the bag full of fun Ammunition's the addition to the sawed offfff! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild n***a from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill (Keith Keith!) Another wild n***a from the Bronx! [Keith Keith] Run for help when the mic's in my hand I kick rhymes like I'm a rap Van Damme And eat MC's like a cake or a slice of pie I'm not a pimp but I bop like I'm Superfly People say who's he? I'll give any crew beef So act like you know or get ate-n like stew, chief I hold my own yet don't stand alone, I'm well known Go 'head and front and get smocked like a neckbone Think you better chill troop, cause I'm not havin that and flippin on n***az like a somersaultin acrobat Go get your crew and y'all still couldn't do the man I'm blowin up in ninety-three like an ash can I know n***az sip this, b**hes wanna dip this I snatch your girl up, and molest her like a rapist Huh, go 'head and look real hard like I'm a s**a I'll beat that a** like the L.A. trucker f**a So step up and let me hear your response Yeah, yo, another wild n***a from the Bronx "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild n***a from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill (King Sun!) Another wild n***a from the Bronx! [King Sun] Mr. Fifty-Two pick-up, nobody move It's a stick-up, which proves, my getaway is bu*ter smooth I'm not the Smooth Operator with the ladies but I get kinda crazy if you let me pick the daisies One thing never say run, King Sun I never ran, cause in my hand, I keeps a gun Representin where I'm from in a bumrush Roll up, flip, then be out on the hush-hush Don't touch or feel, it's real, showin mad sk**s Hotter than heat, yet colder than the Catsk**s Don't play the yard, fake Gods ain't got nuttin for me I'm loungin with Tone and Corey on one-six-oh, then I go and check Fat Joe on Trinity, the South Bronx vicinity Smokin up your favorite MC like a dread smoke skunk cause I'm another wild n***a from the Bronx Hittin em up, settin em up, splittin em up, gettin em up Rippin em up, trippin em up, bag em! Zippin em up Makin them shout, playin them out, son ain't the one The bigga the n***a to bust em with the sawed off shotgun "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild n***a from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill (Fat Joe!) Another wild n***a from the Bronx! [Fat Joe] Aww sh**, what we have here Ninety-three and it's a brand new year My name is Fat Joe I got sh** locked down Runnin with the Latins and the blacks from Uptown It's a damn shame, you better maintain I'm causin hysteria blowin n***az out the frame Yes I can-can, I'm the Fat Man Never run, never ran, it's not in the plan I got sk**s you best chills, get off the dillsnilz Your rhymes are trash and no frills Carbon copy you're sloppy, see Joe ain't the one I'm beatin bootleggers down with King Sun Rollin over n***az like a truck I come from the Bronx, a.k.a., West Bubblef** My rhymes are homicidal, I take your title I'm Joe Da Fat Gangsta, far from Billy Idol I get you open on the freestyle tip Now are you hip to the way I flip the script? Hah I'm Puerto Rican, I'll leave you dead and stinkin I pimp in my beamer, do my drivebys in a Lincoln Hip-Hop was born Uptown, the Boogie Down If you bring your whole crew I shut 'em down! I'm known from state to state, for shootin down punks I'm another wild n***a from the Bronx "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild n***a from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild n***a from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild n***a from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild n***a from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild n***a from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild n***a from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild n***a from the Bronx! "Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" -> Cypress Hill [All] Another wild n***a from the Bronx! *fades*