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Fat Joe( Joseph Antonio Cartagena )
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The Profit [Clean]
Lyricist:Joseph Cartagena, Dwayne Carter, Khaled Mohammed Khaled
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 ***, boy? ***, 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 ***, 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
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
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 ***, boy? ***, 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 ***, 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 *** my band let 'em blow like twofers, yeah
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 ***, 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, *** hold that Now you steppin' out in led shower, where your robe at?
I knock your earth off, damn, where ya globe at? *** the coach, I keep shootin' like Kobe The money knows me better then anybody *** I'm paid, forget about it
I'm sittin' in the Coupe wit the *** outted, the *** chrome Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bulls*** Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Dippin' on them ***, get off ***, you soft *** I'm from New Orleans, homeless but don't forget
The sun even shines on dog *** And dog, I've been hustlin' since the day I was barkin' I walk in this *** like what it do The money home, stop hatin', get your money on
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 ***, boy? ***, 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 ***, you bound to see a profit
This year All Star Weekend was off the chain Literally *** 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 doe, 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? ***, I don't know nothin' He might be the police comin' up with assumptions All I know is this *** 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 ***, boy? ***, 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 ***, 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 motherf*** sh*** ones Yeah, nigga, brrat
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