Fat Joe — Bass

[Intro: Fat Joe] Yeah Uh, uh [Verse 1: Fat Joe] I hate when niggas tell they stories talkin' when they used to have it Me? I gotta get it, I gotta get money habit I grew up livin' savage' ain't no need in goin' backwards Unless you talkin' Biggie and Hypnotize, that's a classic My life story nothin' short of monumental The way I work the max I got a golden M emblem Some would say a legend, I'm aight with movin' kilos Three on the neck, a couple more for my amigos Trap jumpin', Michael Jordan, Carolina Tar Heels Pumpin' Action Bronson shit'll you doin' cartwheels Different kinda bounce, slayed niggas might not recover Face of death row, I ain't talkin' Vibe covers But since you talkin' 90's, that was me with the chainsaw I'm just tryna see if the beef would remain raw I just want the pussy and please don't say more And quit askin' question 'bout what the AK for I stick it out the window, start blastin' it Bullets flyin', niggas duckin', like it's classic shit Speed off right after I heat up your girl's car Last thing you wanna hear is, "Worldstar" [Chorus: Fat Joe] The fiends want (Bass), so I feed 'em (Bass) Not an 808 (Bass), they want that free (Bass) The fiends want (Bass), so I feed 'em (Bass) Not an 808 (Bass), they want that free (Bass) The fiends want (Bass), so I feed 'em (Bass) Not an 808 (Bass), they want that free (Bass) The fiends want (Bass), so I feed 'em (Bass) Not an 808 (Bass), they want that free (Bass) [Verse 2: Nick Shades] My nigga Crack unleashed a G to change the game, man So I'ma drop this gem to let these rappers know it's time to change they game plan Supply the bass plus I'm the flame man The catalyst that sparks you for it's visions Making use this thing more passionate Paper advocate, dawg Ain't it crazy how through many acts of savage sacrilege I got The sand man let it go from all the bad I did, then come up on a thing of sacrament? That's an omen, so your boy on Terror Squad ain't no accident Cannabis got me chasin' after mo' bread Young nigga, 20, with the knowledge of an old head Infrared beams get your dome fed Mass looks for actin' up, watch you fade away for not backin' up I crack a dutch every hour on the dot When my minions is we plot, more methods of collectin' to the day I cop the spot On an island with a model that can't stand to wear a top I'm a hustler 'til I drop [Chorus: Fat Joe] The fiends want (Bass), so I feed 'em (Bass) Not an 808 (Bass), they want that free (Bass) The fiends want (Bass), so I feed 'em (Bass) Not an 808 (Bass), they want that free (Bass) The fiends want (Bass), so I feed 'em (Bass) Not an 808 (Bass), they want that free (Bass) The fiends want (Bass), so I feed 'em (Bass) Not an 808 (Bass), they want that free (Bass)