Lyrics Another Wild Nigger From the Bronx - Fat Joe
Aiyyo
Fat
Joe,
it's
your
first
album
right?
You
comin
out
the
South
Bronx
Time
to
let
brothers
know
what
time
it
is
T.S.
in
the
house,
yo
T.S.
in
the
house
Yeahhhhhh.
like
this!
Chilly
Dee
(represent,
and
uh)
Gizmo
(represent,
and
uh)
Keith
Keith
(represent,
and
uh)
King
Sun
(represent,
and
uh)
Fat
Joe
(represent,
and
uh)
Uptown
(represent,
and
uh)
Uptown
(represent,
and
uh)
Uptowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn!
I'm
from
the
West
Bubblefuck
so
fasten
your
seatbelts
and
buckle
up
I'm
the
type
of
brother
to
beat
you
down
then
fuck
you
up
Grabbin
the
mic
to
rock
on
tonight
to
see
if
the
crowd
will
care
Step
to
the
Gizzy
you
dare,
you
get
lit
up
like
a
flare
From
the,
Bronx
the
Boogie
Down
battleground,
Uptown
Turn
smiles
to
frowns
as
I
smack
clowns
around
Shorts
I
don't
take
em,
bones
I
fracture
and
break
So
make
not
one
mistake,
or
you
get
eat
like
steaks
at
Frank's
G
Jack
in
June,
gettin
swept,
with
a
broom
soon
To
meet
your
doom,
mornin
night
or
the
afternoon
Harassin
the
mic,
with
a
verbal
assault
of
rap
Stick
lyrics
back
to
back,
that'll
pack,
to
keep
myself
on
wax
Hot
like
an
iron,
to
defeat
the
kids
you
gotta
keep
tryin
If
you
spread
any
rumors
sayin
you
took
me
out,
you're
lyin
A
human
beat
is
struck
I
know
when
it
really
sounds
trunk
I'm
never
ever
buck
I
don't
give
a
fuck
if
you
think
that
I'm
a
sucker
Parties
that
I've
made,
people
wonder
how
long
it
lasted
Lyrics
that
are
so
hardcore,
it'll
leave
you
flabbergasted
Gasp
for
air,
inhale
it
hold
it
in
And
just
wait
for
the
rest
of
the
posse
to
begin
I'm
the
human
beat
magician
with
the
bag
full
of
fun
Ammunition's
the
addition
to
the
sawed
offfff!
"Sawed
off
shotgun,
hand
on
the
pump"
- Cypress
Hill
Another
wild
nigga
from
the
Bronx!
"Sawed
off
shotgun,
hand
on
the
pump"
- Cypress
Hill
(Keith
Keith!)
Another
wild
nigga
from
the
Bronx!
Run
for
help
when
the
mic's
in
my
hand
I
kick
rhymes
like
I'm
a
rap
Van
Damme
And
eat
MC's
like
a
cake
or
a
slice
of
pie
I'm
not
a
pimp
but
I
bop
like
I'm
Superfly
People
say
who's
he?
I'll
give
any
crew
beef
So
act
like
you
know
or
get
ate-n
like
stew,
chief
I
hold
my
own
yet
don't
stand
alone,
I'm
well
known
Go
'head
and
front
and
get
smocked
like
a
neckbone
Think
you
better
chill
troop,
cause
I'm
not
havin
that
And
flippin
on
niggaz
like
a
somersaultin
acrobat
Go
get
your
crew
and
y'all
still
couldn't
do
the
man
I'm
blowin
up
in
ninety-three
like
an
ash
can
I
know
niggaz
sip
this,
bitches
wanna
dip
this
I
snatch
your
girl
up,
and
molest
her
like
a
rapist
Huh,
go
'head
and
look
real
hard
like
I'm
a
sucka
I'll
beat
that
ass
like
the
L.A.
trucker
fucka
So
step
up
and
let
me
hear
your
response
Yeah,
yo,
another
wild
nigga
from
the
Bronx
"Sawed
off
shotgun,
hand
on
the
pump"
- Cypress
Hill
Another
wild
nigga
from
the
Bronx!
"Sawed
off
shotgun,
hand
on
the
pump"
- Cypress
Hill
(King
Sun!)
Another
wild
nigga
from
the
Bronx!
Mr.
Fifty-Two
pick-up,
nobody
move
It's
a
stick-up,
which
proves,
my
getaway
is
butter
smooth
I'm
not
the
Smooth
Operator
with
the
ladies
But
I
get
kinda
crazy
if
you
let
me
pick
the
daisies
One
thing
never
say
run,
King
Sun
I
never
ran,
cause
in
my
hand,
I
keeps
a
gun
Representin
where
I'm
from
in
a
bumrush
Roll
up,
flip,
then
be
out
on
the
hush-hush
Don't
touch
or
feel,
it's
real,
showin
mad
skills
Hotter
than
heat,
yet
colder
than
the
Catskills
Don't
play
the
yard,
fake
Gods
ain't
got
nuttin
for
me
I'm
loungin
with
Tone
and
Corey
On
one-six-oh,
then
I
go
and
check
Fat
Joe
On
Trinity,
the
South
Bronx
vicinity
Smokin
up
your
favorite
MC
like
a
dread
smoke
skunk
Cause
I'm
another
wild
nigga
from
the
Bronx
Hittin
em
up,
settin
em
up,
splittin
em
up,
gettin
em
up
Rippin
em
up,
trippin
em
up,
bag
em!
Zippin
em
up
Makin
them
shout,
playin
them
out,
son
ain't
the
one
The
bigga
the
nigga
to
bust
em
with
the
sawed
off
shotgun
"Sawed
off
shotgun,
hand
on
the
pump"
- Cypress
Hill
Another
wild
nigga
from
the
Bronx!
"Sawed
off
shotgun,
hand
on
the
pump"
- Cypress
Hill
(Fat
Joe!)
Another
wild
nigga
from
the
Bronx!
Aww
shit,
what
we
have
here
Ninety-three
and
it's
a
brand
new
year
My
name
is
Fat
Joe
I
got
shit
locked
down
Runnin
with
the
Latins
and
the
blacks
from
Uptown
It's
a
damn
shame,
you
better
maintain
I'm
causin
hysteria
blowin
niggaz
out
the
frame
Yes
I
can-can,
I'm
the
Fat
Man
Never
run,
never
ran,
it's
not
in
the
plan
I
got
skills
you
best
chills,
get
off
the
dillsnilz
Your
rhymes
are
trash
and
no
frills
Carbon
copy
you're
sloppy,
see
Joe
ain't
the
one
I'm
beatin
bootleggers
down
with
King
Sun
Rollin
over
niggaz
like
a
truck
I
come
from
the
Bronx,
a.k.a.,
West
Bubblefuck
My
rhymes
are
homicidal,
I
take
your
title
I'm
Joe
Da
Fat
Gangsta,
far
from
Billy
Idol
I
get
you
open
on
the
freestyle
tip
Now
are
you
hip
to
the
way
I
flip
the
script?
Hah
I'm
Puerto
Rican,
I'll
leave
you
dead
and
stinkin
I
pimp
in
my
beamer,
do
my
drivebys
in
a
Lincoln
Hip-Hop
was
born
Uptown,
the
Boogie
Down
If
you
bring
your
whole
crew
I
shut
'em
down!
I'm
known
from
state
to
state,
for
shootin
down
punks
I'm
another
wild
nigga
from
the
Bronx
"Sawed
off
shotgun,
hand
on
the
pump"
- Cypress
Hill
Another
wild
nigga
from
the
Bronx!
"Sawed
off
shotgun,
hand
on
the
pump"
- Cypress
Hill
Another
wild
nigga
from
the
Bronx!
"Sawed
off
shotgun,
hand
on
the
pump"
- Cypress
Hill
Another
wild
nigga
from
the
Bronx!
"Sawed
off
shotgun,
hand
on
the
pump"
- Cypress
Hill
Another
wild
nigga
from
the
Bronx!
"Sawed
off
shotgun,
hand
on
the
pump"
- Cypress
Hill
Another
wild
nigga
from
the
Bronx!
"Sawed
off
shotgun,
hand
on
the
pump"
- Cypress
Hill
Another
wild
nigga
from
the
Bronx!
"Sawed
off
shotgun,
hand
on
the
pump"
- Cypress
Hill
Another
wild
nigga
from
the
Bronx!
"Sawed
off
shotgun,
hand
on
the
pump"
- Cypress
Hill
Another
wild
nigga
from
the
Bronx!
*fades*
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