Fat Joe - It's O.k. Lyrics

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[Intro]

Yeah right about now

I'm about to slow it up

For that very special lady

I see you right there

But we about to smooth it out for you

Right now

Never Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey!

[Chorus]

It's okay it's okay

It's okay hey we was home anyway

It's alright it's alright

High High we was all more night

NIGGAS! Tryin to come in my

I'm talkin 'bout

NIGGAS! Tryin to come in my

Who? Who?

NIGGAS! Tryin to come in my home

Take my chrome I say yo "It's On"

If my house I-I been here(speakin spanish too)

Es me casa y yo viva aqui

[Verse 1]

Yeah check me out now

The other day I was chillin

In the crib with two women

We just finished swimmin

Now I'm ready to slid up in 'em

They the horny type bout to get it on

With the only dykes now I hear the alarm

I'm like "Holy Christ!"

Is somebody tryin to come up in my crib?

I'm like "Who the fuck is this?"

Like Notorious Big he wore a black suit

With a black mask that match

I'm bout to blast his mask off

Push his cabbage back

Make spaghetti out his brain

'cause I'm steady with the aim

Niggas comin sideways gettin petty wit da game

Musta heard about the half in the safe

The stash in the base iced out

Medals in the case

Niggas comin wit da chrome

Tryin to sneak up in my home rumors out

I spent a Mil' on the pump piece alone

I got the heat in my palm

Nobody's seein it though

Step your feet on my lawn

I'm puttin 3 to ya dome!

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[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Yeah verse 2 yo

Now I got these bitches

Screamin fo' they life

Peein on they nice

Gotta funny feelin that

They teamin on the heist

Scheemin on the ice

Wont get you nothin but killed

Front if you will get chopped up

Stuffed in the quill

Back to the lab got these niggas

After my math these hoes try to play it off

But they captain is back

They must have teamed up

With some niggas thinkin they sweet

Like I just rapped and

I got a ho waitin in the street

I'm playin for keeps I see 'em

Creepin on the moniters

Got my temperature risin faster than thermometers

I burn banana clips make all

My victories unanimous

I'm accurate once I catch a peak

Hey man yo ass is hit!

Now I see 'em creepin through the front door

I think not! We exchange shots

Like cops into getting blocked{*gunshot*}

He busts I bust back{*gunshot*}

He caught one in the chest

The other two got hit up

In the stomache and neck{*gunshots*}

I'm under the desk freeloading

Puttin slugs in the rest

Wonderin what possessed these niggas

To come in my rest!{*gunshots*}

{*breathing hard*}

You motherfuckers want a war with me?

Don't you know I fuckin kill niggas?

Here I come!{*gunshots*}

Oh shit! Motherfuckers is dead already!

Yo where them bitches go?

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