Lyrics It's O.K. - Fat Joe
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!
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
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
Cuz
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!
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
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
He
busts,
I
bust
back
He
caught
one
in
the
chest
The
other
two
got
hit
up
In
the
stomache
and
neck
I'm
under
the
desk,
freeloading
Puttin
slugs
in
the
rest
Wonderin
what
possessed
these
niggas
To
come
in
my
rest!
You
motherfuckers
want
a
war
with
me?
Dont
you
know
I
fuckin
kill
niggas?
Here
I
come!
Oh,
shit!
Motherfuckers
is
dead
already!
Yo,
where
them
bitches
go?
1 Intro - Main Pass
2 J.O.S.E.
3 King Of N.Y. (feat. Buju Banton)
4 Opposites Attract (What They Like) [feat. Remy]
5 Definition Of A Don (feat. Remy)
6 My Lifestyle
7 We Thuggin'
8 Fight Club (feat. M.O.P. & Petey Pablo)
9 What's Luv?
10 He's Not Real - Intro
11 He's Not Real (feat. Prospect & Remy)
12 The Fuck Up (Interlude)
13 It's O.K.
14 Murder Rap (feat. Armageddon)
15 The Wild Life (feat. Prospect & Xzibit)
16 Still Real
17 We Thuggin' (Remix)
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