Success Lyrics
| Song | Success |
| Artist | Fat Joe |
| Album | Jealous One's Envy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yeah | |
| This joint right here is goin out to everybody gettin money | |
| I mean the real cream | |
| All up and down the east and west coast | |
| Check it *echoes* | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| Hustlin is the key to success | |
| Money is the key to sex | |
| The life is gettin cash, drinkin mo', gettin blessed | |
| The games people play | |
| The names people slay | |
| It's just another ordinary day | |
| One's for the cash, two's for every blunt's ash | |
| Three's for all the 40 brews goin to cruise the bowel | |
| Four's for the drugs, sex, and power | |
| I be the top dolla scala, rockin gold collars | |
| While you tryin to sip the juice, i'm takin swallows | |
| Step into my zone and get blown, ? internationally known | |
| Yeah, in case you haven't heard the rep | |
| Have an appetite for beef and get, hand fed led | |
| Rapid-fire echoes through your, vicinity | |
| Why you messin with this ***** from trinity? | |
| For every shell that fell, there's a story to tell | |
| But it's a fine line between grapevines and pines | |
| Knahmean? there's no room for snitches and loud ******* | |
| But it's always room for riches and deep ditches | |
| That's how it be in this everlasting game | |
| Declaring war on ****s, and leavin chumps slain | |
| So maintain, and put the frontin to a rest | |
| Or today'll be the grand openin of your chest | |
| Success, triple beam, knahmean? | |
| Dolla dolla bill | |
| Chorus | |
| The streets are full of vengeance, and it's expensive | |
| If you don't organize your words right in your sentence | |
| Twelve gauge holes take souls and lives are lost | |
| Who said an arm and a leg was a high cost to toss? | |
| Things are done different, in my zip code | |
| Hollow tips implode, dum-dums explode | |
| Now your crew is screamin like they see demons when i reload | |
| You can't comprehend, act like you want it for clarity | |
| I'm pu*******n wigs, handin out jigs like charity | |
| You best to get your groove on, or get moved on | |
| Or play the hot steppa, and die with your shoes on | |
| I collects ass and cash | |
| While my crew consumes liquor and hash, and keep the stash | |
| Whether, hustlin or dustin we get busy with ours | |
| T.s., t.a.t., respect for miles | |
| The bronx is the turf, south is the area | |
| Bring ten, bring twenty, the more guns the merrier | |
| Nobody's bad as me, no cops nabbin me | |
| Front if you dare and i'll change your whole anatomy | |
| For real... uh! | |
| Chorus (repeat to fade) |
| Yeah | |
| This joint right here is goin out to everybody gettin money | |
| I mean the real cream | |
| All up and down the east and west coast | |
| Check it echoes | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| Hustlin is the key to success | |
| Money is the key to sex | |
| The life is gettin cash, drinkin mo', gettin blessed | |
| The games people play | |
| The names people slay | |
| It' s just another ordinary day | |
| One' s for the cash, two' s for every blunt' s ash | |
| Three' s for all the 40 brews goin to cruise the bowel | |
| Four' s for the drugs, sex, and power | |
| I be the top dolla scala, rockin gold collars | |
| While you tryin to sip the juice, i' m takin swallows | |
| Step into my zone and get blown, ? internationally known | |
| Yeah, in case you haven' t heard the rep | |
| Have an appetite for beef and get, hand fed led | |
| Rapidfire echoes through your, vicinity | |
| Why you messin with this from trinity? | |
| For every shell that fell, there' s a story to tell | |
| But it' s a fine line between grapevines and pines | |
| Knahmean? there' s no room for snitches and loud | |
| But it' s always room for riches and deep ditches | |
| That' s how it be in this everlasting game | |
| Declaring war on s, and leavin chumps slain | |
| So maintain, and put the frontin to a rest | |
| Or today' ll be the grand openin of your chest | |
| Success, triple beam, knahmean? | |
| Dolla dolla bill | |
| Chorus | |
| The streets are full of vengeance, and it' s expensive | |
| If you don' t organize your words right in your sentence | |
| Twelve gauge holes take souls and lives are lost | |
| Who said an arm and a leg was a high cost to toss? | |
| Things are done different, in my zip code | |
| Hollow tips implode, dumdums explode | |
| Now your crew is screamin like they see demons when i reload | |
| You can' t comprehend, act like you want it for clarity | |
| I' m pu n wigs, handin out jigs like charity | |
| You best to get your groove on, or get moved on | |
| Or play the hot steppa, and die with your shoes on | |
| I collects ass and cash | |
| While my crew consumes liquor and hash, and keep the stash | |
| Whether, hustlin or dustin we get busy with ours | |
| T. s., t. a. t., respect for miles | |
| The bronx is the turf, south is the area | |
| Bring ten, bring twenty, the more guns the merrier | |
| Nobody' s bad as me, no cops nabbin me | |
| Front if you dare and i' ll change your whole anatomy | |
| For real... uh! | |
| Chorus repeat to fade |
| Yeah | |
| This joint right here is goin out to everybody gettin money | |
| I mean the real cream | |
| All up and down the east and west coast | |
| Check it echoes | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| Hustlin is the key to success | |
| Money is the key to sex | |
| The life is gettin cash, drinkin mo', gettin blessed | |
| The games people play | |
| The names people slay | |
| It' s just another ordinary day | |
| One' s for the cash, two' s for every blunt' s ash | |
| Three' s for all the 40 brews goin to cruise the bowel | |
| Four' s for the drugs, sex, and power | |
| I be the top dolla scala, rockin gold collars | |
| While you tryin to sip the juice, i' m takin swallows | |
| Step into my zone and get blown, ? internationally known | |
| Yeah, in case you haven' t heard the rep | |
| Have an appetite for beef and get, hand fed led | |
| Rapidfire echoes through your, vicinity | |
| Why you messin with this from trinity? | |
| For every shell that fell, there' s a story to tell | |
| But it' s a fine line between grapevines and pines | |
| Knahmean? there' s no room for snitches and loud | |
| But it' s always room for riches and deep ditches | |
| That' s how it be in this everlasting game | |
| Declaring war on s, and leavin chumps slain | |
| So maintain, and put the frontin to a rest | |
| Or today' ll be the grand openin of your chest | |
| Success, triple beam, knahmean? | |
| Dolla dolla bill | |
| Chorus | |
| The streets are full of vengeance, and it' s expensive | |
| If you don' t organize your words right in your sentence | |
| Twelve gauge holes take souls and lives are lost | |
| Who said an arm and a leg was a high cost to toss? | |
| Things are done different, in my zip code | |
| Hollow tips implode, dumdums explode | |
| Now your crew is screamin like they see demons when i reload | |
| You can' t comprehend, act like you want it for clarity | |
| I' m pu n wigs, handin out jigs like charity | |
| You best to get your groove on, or get moved on | |
| Or play the hot steppa, and die with your shoes on | |
| I collects ass and cash | |
| While my crew consumes liquor and hash, and keep the stash | |
| Whether, hustlin or dustin we get busy with ours | |
| T. s., t. a. t., respect for miles | |
| The bronx is the turf, south is the area | |
| Bring ten, bring twenty, the more guns the merrier | |
| Nobody' s bad as me, no cops nabbin me | |
| Front if you dare and i' ll change your whole anatomy | |
| For real... uh! | |
| Chorus repeat to fade |
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