Success

Текст песни Fat Joe - Success <br/> Artist: Fat Joe<br />Album: Jealous One's Envy/Hard White, The End Of A Drought<br />Song: Success<br /><br />Intro: Fat Joe<br />Yeah<br />This joint right here is going out to everybody getting money<br />I mean the real cream<br />( )<br />All up and down the east and west coast<br />Check it *echoes*<br /><br />Chorus: Fat Joe repeat 2x<br /><br />Hustling is the key to success<br />Money is the key to sex<br />The life is getting cash, drinking mo’, getting blessed<br />The games people play<br />The names people slay<br />It’s just another ordinary day<br /><br />Fat Joe:<br />One’s for the cash, two’s for every blunt is ash<br />Three’s for all the 40 brews going to cruise the bowel<br />Four’s for the drugs, sex, and power<br />I be the top dolla scala, rocking gold collars<br />While you trying to sip the juice, I’m taking swallows<br />Step into my zone and get blown, ? internationally known<br />Yeah, in case you haven’t heard the rep<br />Have an appetite for beef and get, hand fed led<br />Rapid-fire echoes through your, vicinity<br />Why you messing with this nigga from trinity? <br />For every shell that fell, there’s a story to tell<br />But it’s a fine line between grapevines and pines<br />Knahmean? there’s no room for snitches and loud bitches<br />But it’s always room for riches and deep ditches<br />That’s how it be in this everlasting game<br />Declaring war on cocks, and leaving chumps slain<br />So maintain, and put the fronting to a rest<br />Or today will be the grand opening of your chest<br />Success, triple beam, knahmean? <br />Dolla dolla bill<br /><br />Chorus: Fat Joe<br /><br />Fat Joe:<br />The streets are full of vengeance, and it’s expensive<br />If you don’t organize your words right in your sentence<br />Twelve gauge holes take souls and lives are lost<br />Who said an arm and a leg was a high cost to toss? <br />Things are done different, in my zip code<br />Hollow tips implode, dum-dums explode<br />Now your crew is screaming like they see demons when I reload<br />You can’t comprehend, act like you want it for clarity<br />I’m pushing wigs, handing out jigs like charity<br />You best to get your groove on, or get moved on<br />Or play the hot steppa, and die with your shoes on<br />I collects ass and cash<br />While my crew consumes liquor and hash, and keep the stash<br />Whether, hustling or dusting we get busy with ours<br />T.S., t.a.t., respect for miles<br />The Bronx is the turf, south is the area<br />Bring ten, bring twenty, the more guns the merrier<br />Nobody’s bad as me, no cops nabbing me<br />Front if you dare and I’ll change your whole anatomy<br />For real... uh!<br /><br />Chorus: Fat Joe (repeat to fade)<br />