Watch Out Lyrics
| Song | Watch Out |
| Artist | Fat Joe |
| Album | Jealous One's Envy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yeah!! | |
| Straight out the heroin infested streets of the bronx | |
| Home of corrupt cops | |
| Where niggaz get they motherfuckin wigs pushed back | |
| Even if they don't fake jax | |
| Fat joe, bringin forth the illest motherfuckers | |
| In this whole rap game | |
| Hey yo armageddon, let these motherfuckers know | |
| [armageddon] | |
| You look, i look, you invite it, i took | |
| I forever wearin it, you know stone cold crook | |
| What's truth, what's lie? who's people, who spy? | |
| It's life and death, choose live or die | |
| Ultimates who made em why do we even exist? | |
| When we die is there heaven or is it total blackness? | |
| For any touch there's a feeling | |
| Touch and y'all felt | |
| We can exchange shots, until our chambers melt | |
| There's mad tension in the air (mad tension in the air) | |
| Over one man's stare, you wanna dare, yo crack | |
| Eject the czech from the glove compartment | |
| Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like arson | |
| It's dangerous business | |
| Opposites, these strangers be bendin opposites | |
| So put your face in mine, best brace your spine | |
| Cause opposites may attract, but they don't combine | |
| My impact so fat, you feel your vertabrates grind | |
| Now delayed second thoughts run through your mind | |
| When my slugs connect, and strike your major arteries | |
| When my fists connect, they causin major injuries | |
| What you know junior? you not evil | |
| [fat joe] | |
| Uhh, the south bronx is the wrong place to visit | |
| I don't know an mc who has enough balls to diss it | |
| Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines | |
| Hey yo punisher, hit em with that ill type rhyme | |
| [big punisher] | |
| Yo, i cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig' | |
| My nutty wrath'll live as long as i'm a nasty kid | |
| I blast a pig and slit his throat just for ? l | |
| My skills {undecipherable} puffin boom in hell | |
| I doom the world like i was god and throw my gun away | |
| Then snatch the moon out the sky, and blow the sun away | |
| Me and my brothers play hardball | |
| Strictly hardcore, lyrics til i'm finished breakin god's laws | |
| My job's raw but i gotta do it - i'm feelin high then buddhaed | |
| So you might get shot and lose a lot of fluid | |
| The spot i blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids | |
| I would earn a wage with the thirty gauge | |
| There's dirty ways to get paid if you got the balls | |
| Just load the glock and cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers | |
| Don't stop or pause, let the shotty go up his butt | |
| To finish up, punchin body blows and uppercuts | |
| [fat joe] | |
| The south bronx is the wrong place to visit | |
| I don't know an mc who has enough balls to diss it | |
| Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines | |
| Hey yo keith nut, hit em with that ill type rhyme | |
| [keith nut] | |
| Yo, i cause damage, rap's redhanded bandit | |
| Well i'll be god damnit, i kick ass like i'm yo' parents | |
| Prepare for the slaughter when my brain is out of order | |
| Got kicked out my church cause i got caught fuckin my preacher's daughter | |
| Menace like dennis on the m.i.c. | |
| You best run son, i'm sendin emcees up shit's creek | |
| So don't sleep, cause i creep, on new york streets | |
| Like i'm a big fat dick, wack emcees is ass-cheeks | |
| Yo, i'm that nigga that'll kidnap yo' kids | |
| Take em home, fuck em good, then send em back to you in bandages | |
| You lose, cause i got, the ill street, and still keep | |
| The toast close, and rep-a, resent-a, the east coast | |
| So watch your back black, bronx niggaz don't play | |
| If you ever fake jax, i'll slit yo' throat like o.j. | |
| [fat joe] | |
| Yeah, that's my motherfuckin crew | |
| Straight out the south bronx | |
| The livest motherfuckin corners of the bronx | |
| Keepin in realer, my motherfuckin nigga keith nut | |
| Armageddon the reddin | |
| My nigga big dog punisher | |
| Straight out the full eclipse camp | |
| All you motherfuckers know the times, yeah | |
| Watch your motherfuckin back | |
| Blow out the back of your domepiece | |
| D.i.t.c. forever motherfucker.. |
| Yeah!! | |
| Straight out the heroin infested streets of the bronx | |
| Home of corrupt cops | |
| Where niggaz get they motherfuckin wigs pushed back | |
| Even if they don' t fake jax | |
| Fat joe, bringin forth the illest motherfuckers | |
| In this whole rap game | |
| Hey yo armageddon, let these motherfuckers know | |
| armageddon | |
| You look, i look, you invite it, i took | |
| I forever wearin it, you know stone cold crook | |
| What' s truth, what' s lie? who' s people, who spy? | |
| It' s life and death, choose live or die | |
| Ultimates who made em why do we even exist? | |
| When we die is there heaven or is it total blackness? | |
| For any touch there' s a feeling | |
| Touch and y' all felt | |
| We can exchange shots, until our chambers melt | |
| There' s mad tension in the air mad tension in the air | |
| Over one man' s stare, you wanna dare, yo crack | |
| Eject the czech from the glove compartment | |
| Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like arson | |
| It' s dangerous business | |
| Opposites, these strangers be bendin opposites | |
| So put your face in mine, best brace your spine | |
| Cause opposites may attract, but they don' t combine | |
| My impact so fat, you feel your vertabrates grind | |
| Now delayed second thoughts run through your mind | |
| When my slugs connect, and strike your major arteries | |
| When my fists connect, they causin major injuries | |
| What you know junior? you not evil | |
| fat joe | |
| Uhh, the south bronx is the wrong place to visit | |
| I don' t know an mc who has enough balls to diss it | |
| Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines | |
| Hey yo punisher, hit em with that ill type rhyme | |
| big punisher | |
| Yo, i cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig' | |
| My nutty wrath' ll live as long as i' m a nasty kid | |
| I blast a pig and slit his throat just for ? l | |
| My skills undecipherable puffin boom in hell | |
| I doom the world like i was god and throw my gun away | |
| Then snatch the moon out the sky, and blow the sun away | |
| Me and my brothers play hardball | |
| Strictly hardcore, lyrics til i' m finished breakin god' s laws | |
| My job' s raw but i gotta do it i' m feelin high then buddhaed | |
| So you might get shot and lose a lot of fluid | |
| The spot i blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids | |
| I would earn a wage with the thirty gauge | |
| There' s dirty ways to get paid if you got the balls | |
| Just load the glock and cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers | |
| Don' t stop or pause, let the shotty go up his butt | |
| To finish up, punchin body blows and uppercuts | |
| fat joe | |
| The south bronx is the wrong place to visit | |
| I don' t know an mc who has enough balls to diss it | |
| Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines | |
| Hey yo keith nut, hit em with that ill type rhyme | |
| keith nut | |
| Yo, i cause damage, rap' s redhanded bandit | |
| Well i' ll be god damnit, i kick ass like i' m yo' parents | |
| Prepare for the slaughter when my brain is out of order | |
| Got kicked out my church cause i got caught fuckin my preacher' s daughter | |
| Menace like dennis on the m. i. c. | |
| You best run son, i' m sendin emcees up shit' s creek | |
| So don' t sleep, cause i creep, on new york streets | |
| Like i' m a big fat dick, wack emcees is asscheeks | |
| Yo, i' m that nigga that' ll kidnap yo' kids | |
| Take em home, fuck em good, then send em back to you in bandages | |
| You lose, cause i got, the ill street, and still keep | |
| The toast close, and repa, resenta, the east coast | |
| So watch your back black, bronx niggaz don' t play | |
| If you ever fake jax, i' ll slit yo' throat like o. j. | |
| fat joe | |
| Yeah, that' s my motherfuckin crew | |
| Straight out the south bronx | |
| The livest motherfuckin corners of the bronx | |
| Keepin in realer, my motherfuckin nigga keith nut | |
| Armageddon the reddin | |
| My nigga big dog punisher | |
| Straight out the full eclipse camp | |
| All you motherfuckers know the times, yeah | |
| Watch your motherfuckin back | |
| Blow out the back of your domepiece | |
| D. i. t. c. forever motherfucker.. |
| Yeah!! | |
| Straight out the heroin infested streets of the bronx | |
| Home of corrupt cops | |
| Where niggaz get they motherfuckin wigs pushed back | |
| Even if they don' t fake jax | |
| Fat joe, bringin forth the illest motherfuckers | |
| In this whole rap game | |
| Hey yo armageddon, let these motherfuckers know | |
| armageddon | |
| You look, i look, you invite it, i took | |
| I forever wearin it, you know stone cold crook | |
| What' s truth, what' s lie? who' s people, who spy? | |
| It' s life and death, choose live or die | |
| Ultimates who made em why do we even exist? | |
| When we die is there heaven or is it total blackness? | |
| For any touch there' s a feeling | |
| Touch and y' all felt | |
| We can exchange shots, until our chambers melt | |
| There' s mad tension in the air mad tension in the air | |
| Over one man' s stare, you wanna dare, yo crack | |
| Eject the czech from the glove compartment | |
| Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like arson | |
| It' s dangerous business | |
| Opposites, these strangers be bendin opposites | |
| So put your face in mine, best brace your spine | |
| Cause opposites may attract, but they don' t combine | |
| My impact so fat, you feel your vertabrates grind | |
| Now delayed second thoughts run through your mind | |
| When my slugs connect, and strike your major arteries | |
| When my fists connect, they causin major injuries | |
| What you know junior? you not evil | |
| fat joe | |
| Uhh, the south bronx is the wrong place to visit | |
| I don' t know an mc who has enough balls to diss it | |
| Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines | |
| Hey yo punisher, hit em with that ill type rhyme | |
| big punisher | |
| Yo, i cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig' | |
| My nutty wrath' ll live as long as i' m a nasty kid | |
| I blast a pig and slit his throat just for ? l | |
| My skills undecipherable puffin boom in hell | |
| I doom the world like i was god and throw my gun away | |
| Then snatch the moon out the sky, and blow the sun away | |
| Me and my brothers play hardball | |
| Strictly hardcore, lyrics til i' m finished breakin god' s laws | |
| My job' s raw but i gotta do it i' m feelin high then buddhaed | |
| So you might get shot and lose a lot of fluid | |
| The spot i blew it at an early age, ever since the curly braids | |
| I would earn a wage with the thirty gauge | |
| There' s dirty ways to get paid if you got the balls | |
| Just load the glock and cause the hardest cop to drop his drawers | |
| Don' t stop or pause, let the shotty go up his butt | |
| To finish up, punchin body blows and uppercuts | |
| fat joe | |
| The south bronx is the wrong place to visit | |
| I don' t know an mc who has enough balls to diss it | |
| Whether rain or shine, we be bustin out nines | |
| Hey yo keith nut, hit em with that ill type rhyme | |
| keith nut | |
| Yo, i cause damage, rap' s redhanded bandit | |
| Well i' ll be god damnit, i kick ass like i' m yo' parents | |
| Prepare for the slaughter when my brain is out of order | |
| Got kicked out my church cause i got caught fuckin my preacher' s daughter | |
| Menace like dennis on the m. i. c. | |
| You best run son, i' m sendin emcees up shit' s creek | |
| So don' t sleep, cause i creep, on new york streets | |
| Like i' m a big fat dick, wack emcees is asscheeks | |
| Yo, i' m that nigga that' ll kidnap yo' kids | |
| Take em home, fuck em good, then send em back to you in bandages | |
| You lose, cause i got, the ill street, and still keep | |
| The toast close, and repa, resenta, the east coast | |
| So watch your back black, bronx niggaz don' t play | |
| If you ever fake jax, i' ll slit yo' throat like o. j. | |
| fat joe | |
| Yeah, that' s my motherfuckin crew | |
| Straight out the south bronx | |
| The livest motherfuckin corners of the bronx | |
| Keepin in realer, my motherfuckin nigga keith nut | |
| Armageddon the reddin | |
| My nigga big dog punisher | |
| Straight out the full eclipse camp | |
| All you motherfuckers know the times, yeah | |
| Watch your motherfuckin back | |
| Blow out the back of your domepiece | |
| D. i. t. c. forever motherfucker.. |
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