- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Carter
 - Dwayne / Cartagena
 - Joseph / Khaled
 - Khaled
 
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Fat Joe - The Profit lyrics
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 fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, 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 niggaz, 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, nigga
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 fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, 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 niggaz, 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 nigga, 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 nigga, 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, nigga, hold that
 Now you steppin' out in led shower, where your robe at?
I knock your earth off, damn, where ya globe at?
 Fuck the coach, I keep shootin' like Kobe
 The money knows me better then anybody
 Bitch, I'm paid, forget about it
I'm sittin' in the Coupe wit the titties outted, the nipples chrome
 Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshitFat Joe - The Profit - http://motolyrics.com/fat-joe/the-profit-lyrics.html
 Dippin' on them bitches, get off dick, you soft pricks
 I'm from New Orleans, homeless but don't forget
The sun even shines on dog shit
 And dog, I've been hustlin' since the day I was barkin'
 I walk in this bitch like what it do
 The money home, stop hatin', get your money on, nigga
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 fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, 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 niggaz, you bound to see a profit
This year All Star Weekend was off the chain
 Literally niggaz 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 dough, 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? Shit, I don't know nothin'
 He might be the police comin' up with assumptions
 All I know is this nigga 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 fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, 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 niggaz, 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 motherfucker's shit ones
 Yeah, nigga, brrat









