TS Piece (feat. Remy & Tony Sunshine)

Yeah uhh.......

You know what this is.....

The fat gangsta!!!

Maybe its the TS chain (I got ‘em right)

Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right)

Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mammies like)

Joe I wanna fuck wit’ you (Keep saying that)

I don't know what it is

All I know it that this chick

Gon’ leave wit’ me

Gon’ creep wit’ me

Gon’ freak wit’ me

Gon’ be wit’ me

I know it seems every song, is about like the same old thing

But when you rich, ain't nuthin’ to do but fuck and hang

Eat good, spend money, count chunks of change

Keep mah ladies looking’ good, when they touch the Range

Never fuck wit a bitch, if she can't be trained

Never live wit a chick, if she don't give brain

We could leave on trip, I got a private plane

I dont fly, but we could park it up and blaze

Joe's the God

And I know you need somethin’ to praise

Just have a lil faith, and you could be saved

Uhh, it's not mah fault if they love the kid

It might be the chain or the whip

I don’t know what it is

Maybe it’s the TS chain (I got ‘em right)

Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right)

Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mamies like)

Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that)

I don't know what it is

All I know it that this chick

Gon' leave wit’ me

Gon' creep wit’ me

Gon' freak wit’ me

Gon' be wit’ me

Umm, I dont mean no harm

But their ain't a chick sicka then Remy Ma

And all the hot boys wanna fuck wit Rem

And I don't turn ‘em away

I'm like, I'm the bomb now

Where’s your gurl, don’t matter to me

I'm way out of her league

She can't keep up to mah speed

She’s weak, she don’t need to smoke weed

And wherever she’s at

Is where she should be

Now, where’s your wife, I don’t care

I'll be at the crib, when she ain't there

Baby do mah nails, and lace mah hair

Take me out on trips and pay the fare

Maybe

Maybe it’s the TS chain (I got ‘em right)

Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right)

Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mamies like)

Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that)

I don't know what it is

All I know it that this chick

Gon' leave wit’ me

Gon' creep wit’ me

Gon' freak wit’ me

Gon' be wit’ me

(Verse 3: [Fat Joe])

Damn, look at all the rocks he got

Ferrari drop 360, hard to top

The party's hot,all white linen affair

Im doin the suit thang, white Nike Airs

I'm in the middle of the crowd, like the Don is here

Shorty whistlin in mah ear

Told me what she wanna hear, she said

"We thuggin

Smokin on sumthin’

Down to leave wit ya'll, As long as ya'll fuckin’

Woo, thas how you do that there

See me wit mah boys, bring ya crew bak here

We ridin’, she drivin’

On our way to the crib, long fish arrivin’

Maybe it’s the TS chain (I got ‘em right)

Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right)

Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mamies like)

Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that)

I don't know what it is

All I know it that this chick

Gon' leave wit’ me

Gon' creep wit’ me

Gon' freak wit’ me

Gon' be wit’ me

Gon' leave wit’ me

Gon' freak wit’ me

Gon' creep wit’ me

Gon' be wit’ me

Maybe it’s the TS chain (I got ‘em right)

Maybe it’s that Escalade (Come get ‘em right)

Maybe it’s the way I do (Keep mamies like)

Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that)

I don't know what it is

All I know it that this chick

Gon' leave wit’ me