Artist: Fat Joe f/ Action Bronson Album: The Darkside 3 Song: Your Honor Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Fat Joe] Rihanna! Rihanna! Heyyyyyyyy!!!!! Hoooooooo!!!!! Heyyyyyyyy!!!!! Madonna! Madonna! Heyyyyyyyy!!!!! Hoooooooo!!!!! Heyyyyyyyy!!!!! He is a good family man your honor! He does give to numerous charities! He did pay back all the money your honor! But do it for America!!!! [Verse One: Fat Joe] For the love of drug dealin, bricks to the ceilin Tits on display relatives on payroll! Put my mom in the mansion mink draggin off the yay Got lifers ready to kill when I say so C.O.'s slide me cell phones, speak italian With my capo Jesus medallions extravagant Sittin in the porche like I'm Tony M Niggas tried to ex me out shoot me off the podium From 'luxe tees to rugby's my crime syndicate I grind in the mix you niggas rhymed into this Pumped cracks out the wall, backed out it's ours In Lil' Wayne's crib write crack on the wall (CRACK!!!) Bust off on the nines but these squeeze off Twenty three shots off of all of them jaws For my Chi town niggas, Joey need a statue 'Cause Joey played the goalie when them things is kickin at you Shoot like paparazzi I'll go Kanye crazy Then beat a nigga blue like Beyonce baby Uh! Lifestyle of the realest Step on Donatella when I'm comin out the villa [Interlude: DJ Premier Scratchin] T-T-T-They should separate me from the pack I-I-I-I-I'm the reason why the hip hop cops can patrol in the block They must've heard I was cookin with rock-ìToraeî [Verse Two: Action Bronson] Respect the path made, the eight fifty roof is black suede Hair slicked back like Pat, drivin gloves zipped up Speedin tickets gettin ripped up Eatin chicken gettin my dick sucked This basic Fonnie Fieg Asics This fuckin beat make me feel like I'm in the basement These fuckin drugs make me feel like I'm in the matrix With a long trench, and a motherfuckin feather earring You better cherish, before I perish Scuba divin off the terrace, you'll last in my athletics Super size me on the lettuce you could keep the beef 'Cause I know you tryin to keep your teeth I like 'em greek with a petite physique She make me healthy things to eat and never feed me meat So I keep Chanel on the feet I'm a great man Me and Joey sit at the table then we ate lamb Then we shake hands [Outro: DJ Premier Scratchin] But not-B-But not-But not-But not-But not a stranger under the court of law-"Sadat X" T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-That's how you gotta work for the numbers you sellin-"Ja Rule" N-N-N-N-N-N-N-Niggas yellin out the window Joe's at it again-"Fat Joe" J-J-J-J-J-Joe's at it-J-J-Joe's at it-J-Joe's at it again-"Fat Joe" Why did crack had to hit so hard?-"Jadakiss" N-N-N-N-Niggas yellin out the window Joe's at it again-"Fat Joe" F-Fat Joe, Joe Crack shit's all the same-"Fat Joe" As far as rap go it's only natural I explain-"Nas" T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-These feds want me for some tax evasion-"Fat Joe"