[Intro]

Ah yeah!

Da Fat Gangsta

[Chorus]

You gotta flow, Joe, you gotta flow, Joe

You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe

You gotta flow, Joe, you gotta flow, Joe

You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe

[Verse 1]

Bust it, check it, watch how I wreck it

Niggas watch your back, shit is gettin hectic

I catch vibes like Count Basie, sucker won't face me

I'm so much flavor you can taste me

I'm underground like a gutter

You never catch me stutter, everybody knows that I'm butter

I'm not the man with sensitivity

The name is Fat Joe, the label's Relativity, huh

I chop a rapper like a meat cleaver

I'm burnin' hot, people think I have a fever, check it

If niggas wanna front, then come with it

If you're havin second thoughts, well then forget it, see

I dig in my crates, I don't perpatrates

I got shit sewn, like Billy Bathgate

Beware like Koco, yo I'm not a slow boat

Got so much dough I vacate in Acapulco

Crazy as they come I'm not the one

We can do this with the hands, or take it to the guns

You know I can flow, the name is Fat Joe

I can flow, I can flow, I can flow

[Chorus]

You gotta flow, Joe, you gotta flow, Joe

You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe

You gotta flow, Joe, you gotta flow, Joe

You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe

[Verse 2]

Everybody knows Fat Joe's in town

Nuff respect for the Boogie Down

I'm livin in the Bronx on an ave called Trinity

My name rings bells within the vicinity

Peace to the money makers always plottin' mono

Together we gettin' dough, just like Lucky Luciano

People always tell me, yo, you're dope Joe

But I'm not a car, so I don't get gassed like Amoco

Never ate the paint, no I'm not a sucker

Never liked ball, so to Hell with the Rucker

Always on my own, never sweatin' nobody

Warm up a crowd like a bottle of Bacardi

I can kick it this way, I can kick it that away

I kick a funky style, from New York to Piscataway

Suckers best scram

Now in '93, it's all about the Fat Man

Peace to Finesse, Showbiz and A.G

Gizmo, Little Hec', and Kool Mike-ski (say what?)

My crew from Uptown

And if you mess around, then you'll catch a beat down

See, I got this in a smash

If a rapper steps up, he'll get smoked like a blunt full of hash

My style of rap is legendary

Fuck with the man, then you'll end up in the cemetery

And that's word to Ma Duke

I never fake moves, I'll go out like a troop

So act like you know, the name is Fat Joe

I can flow, I can flow, I can flow

[Chorus]

You gotta flow, Joe, you gotta flow, Joe

You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe

You gotta flow, Joe, you gotta flow, Joe

You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe

[Verse 3]

See, I rip the mic if you put me to a test

Troop it gets so bad, I make you wanna wear a vest

Cause I'm too hot to handle

Knockin' niggas out like Livingstone Bramble

Rappers come heavy, but yo I weigh a ton

I won't lose weight 'cause I'm not on the run

I'm on point like a sniper, hyper than the hyper

On the DL, overlooked by C-Cipher

Never get caught, I'm on top with my game

Flip a fat ride, there's no need for a train

Rappers come close, but they just can't make it

When it comes to the funk, you know I won't fake it

Peace to Serge, and my right hand Flex

And when I grab the mic nobody wants to rock next

The name is Fat Joe, cause Joe is livin' Fat

Niggas gettin' jealous cause I got a contract

But I don't sweat it, I know the style is raw

You can't compare me to a cornball

And you know I kick game like a hottie

Now in '93, they should free John Gotti

If you step, battle and I'm gonna mash your toes

You know I got the flow

[Chorus]

You gotta flow, Joe, you gotta flow, Joe

You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe

You gotta flow, Joe, you gotta flow, Joe

You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe

You gotta flow, Joe, you gotta flow, Joe

You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe