Letras:
Fat Joe Think About It

to me I let the chopper groove and let the Mack boogie You better think about it, boy, you better think about it You better think about it, boy, you better think about it

back to me I let the chopper groove And let the Mack boogie You better think about it Boy you better think about it You better think about Boy you better think about it

it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it

it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit ya like you a swifter

it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit

Fat Joe] Nigga I can see the coke in your nose This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe And I was just about to find god But now that

I drop the stellar, even acapella I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella [Chorus: Fat Joe] Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then

Think About It, Think About It, Think About It Now Get Them Keys Out The Safe, 'Fore I'm Manning Out The Place Nigga Think About It, Think About It, Think

Baby if you ask me if you're nasty Creative gifted bastard Spit sporadic I'm so diplomatic democratic Touch it, Bring it, Push it systematic Damn right I kissed my daddy I think