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Fat Joe - All I Need - lyrics

[talking: fat joe]
Cool & dre
Who you gonna trust?
Yea, you could trust me, haha
[tony sunshine]
La la la la la
Oooooh
[chorus: tony sunshine]
I dont care about nothing else my baby (baby I dont care)
All I care is bout being here for you (oooh)
And I wont stare at nobody else my baby (promise I wont stare)
Cuz all I need is you (all I need, all I need baby)
[talking: fat joe]
To all the ladies in our lives, you heard
Strong independent women, come on
Yea, huh
[verse 1: fat joe]
What you think gangstas dont cry get hurt by lies
Times you embarrassed me I swallowed my pride
Im tired of telling you I got nothing to hide
Im in the studio at night you think Im out with the guys
Every time I speak to you you got something to say
According to you ima speed crushing all day
All Im askin you for is to be more trusting
Im outta town all the time and dont accuse you of nothing
Picture me creepin with a chick on tour
When you love my son as if it was yours
I know at times you feel alone cuz Im not at home
Thats why every few hours I pick up the phone
To reassure you my love is more then a scene
I adore you my wife my colombian queen
I promise to never stray Im on it everyday
To have a woman like you in the life of jose (hey)
[chorus]
[verse 2: armageddon]
Yea how Im supposed to start this
First and first you my queen goddess
My moon my earth the wisdom to a niggas knowledge
I swear to God it amazes me how you stay in college
And still manage to raise my baby boy when Im gone and
Touring making dollars assuming that I love you or regardless
I feel its time I showed you bless you with this ring, now thats
Something to hold you down till a nigga come back
Me and my lady got history this worth she deserves
More then this cold world is giving me to share with her word
And I dont care about nothing else except my girl (my girl)
Not myself no one else just my girl (my girl)
You bring life to my world you give me strength to go on
And face life even when it seems all holes gone
Labeled my wife but you truly exceed the title
You my future my happiness my heart my idol
I promise girl, that
[chorus]
[talking: fat joe]
Haha
This is going out to you, you and you and you
[verse 3: fat joe]
To all the ladies out there if you love your man
You need to hold your man embrace your man
And just grab his hand repeat after me
I promise to stay true and give you all of me
Whether hes locked down or on the grind
Or whether is out of work or at work on time
You need to trust that man and respect that man
And you get what you feel you deserve from that man, and
[tony sunshine]
Cuz I need somebody who will stand by me
Through the good times and bad times who will always...
Always be my girl
[chorus - repeat 2x]

Fat Joe - Another Round - lyrics

[Chris Brown - Hook]
Don't you be holding back, your love
Don't you be holding back
Don't you be holding back, your love
Don't you be holding back
Cuz in the end girl you're gonna want another round, another round
Only girl you'll want another round, another round
I used to want you, and her and her and her and you and her and her
I used to want you, and her and her and her
All I want, all I want...
[Fat Joe]
Quit playing girl you know that you want it
I can tell this body when your push it out and flaunt it you bad
Something like dirty diana, body dope
And the sex off the handle
Your ex couldn't beat it
I hit it like a frito
And since I lost some weight you say I got a big ego
It's too strong, you set the drive stick
Well baby just peel off
Loving how it lasts long
Lead the sheets
F-ck with the mask on, halloween
Your body shivers and troubles with each and every stroke
[Chris Brown - Hook]
Don't you be holding back, your love
Don't you be holding back
Don't you be holding back, your love
Don't you be holding back
Cuz in the end girl you're gonna want another round, another round
Only girl you'll want another round, another round
I used to want you, and her and her and her and you and her and her
I used to want you, and her and her and her
All I want, all I want...
[Fat Joe]
Never hesitate
Purchasing in every state
Transport her in foreign cars to larger states
So believe me, you know you wanna come on girl
As long as we can kick it with your home girl
Had two on one fast break that's a slam dunk
I know you want it, I can take you with...
Champs...
[Chris Brown - Hook]
Don't you be holding back, your love
Don't you be holding back
Don't you be holding back, your love
Don't you be holding back
Cuz in the end girl you're gonna want another round, another round
Only girl you'll want another round, another round
I used to want you, and her and her and her and you and her and her
I used to want you, and her and her and her
All I want, all I want...
[Chris Brown - Bridge]
Girl you got tha fine thing on
I can't resist, imma light some candles girl
And tight up your wrists
And I'm licking chocolate right off your stomach
Baby you ain't handled freaky sh-t like this
And I start...
And now you're telling all your girls I didn't...
[Chris Brown - Hook]
Don't you be holding back, your love
Don't you be holding back
Don't you be holding back, your love
Don't you be holding back
Cuz in the end girl you're gonna want another round, another round
Only girl you'll want another round, another round
I used to want you, and her and her and her and you and her and her
I used to want you, and her and her and her
All I want, all I want...

Fat Joe - Bass - lyrics

feat. Nick Shades
(Verse)
I hate when niggas tell they stories, talkin when they used to have it
Me I gotta it, I got a get money habit
I grew up living savage, ain’t no need in going backwards
Unless you talkin Biggie and hypnotize that’s a classic
My life story nothing short of monumental
The way I work the max I got a golden M emblem
Some would say a legend, I’m alright with moving kilos
feat. Nick Shades
3 on the neck, a couple more for my amigos
Trap jumpin, Michael Jordan, Carolina tall heels
Pumpin Action Bronson shit to have me doing car wheels
Different kind of bounce, lame niggas might not recover
Facing death row, I ain’t talkin vibe covers
But since you talkin 90s that was me with the chainsaw
I’ll just try and see if the beef will remain raw
I just want the ***** and please don’t say more
And quit aksin questions bout what the AK for
I stick it out the window, start blasting it
Bullets flyin, niggas duckin like this classic shit
Speed off right after I hit up yo girls car
Last thing you wanna hear is world star
(Hook x2)
The fiends won, so I feed em
Not in 808, they want that freedom
The fiends won, so I feed em
Not in 808, they want that freedom
(Verse)
My nigga crackin leads to see to change the game man
So I’mma drop this gem to let these rappers know it’s time to change they game plan
Supply the bass plus I’m the flame man
The catalyst that sparks euphoric visions, making uses think more passionate
Paper advocate, dog ain’t it crazy I threw many acts of savage sacrilege
I got this family the gold from all the bad I did
To come up on that thing is sacrilege
That’s enormous, say yo boy on terror squad ain’t no accident
Cannabis got me chasing after mo bread
Young nigga 20 with the knowledge of an old head
Infrared beams get yo dog fed
Bias lurks for actin up, watch you fade away from that baking up
I crack it up every hour on the dive
With minionses we plot
More methods of collecting til the day I cut the spot
On an island with a model that can’t stand to where tights
But I’mma hustle til I drop
(Hook x2)
The fiends won, so I feed em
Not in 808, they want that freedom
The fiends won, so I feed em
Not in 808, they want that freedom
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Fat Joe - 9th Wonder - lyrics

Wonder why the flow retarded, cause the shit we up
Authentic, more realer than you fake niggers pretended
Late night going drives, I mean agenda
Get money ***** every ***** before we end up
Then in the prime box makes it all 200 thousand
Grew up in public house and bored ...and boredom fathom
Young and on the park ***** fantasizing
Say his buddy got shot and they can't revive him
Dark side is a tale of addictions
Turn your moms into a...cause you're addicted to picture
You gotta get the Cuban, 3 kilos
Givenchy, the heat's on me
That night turned quiet, *****es sing on me
No man I stay cool like DRE
Living rooms with swimming pools filled with PYTs
Fresh pair of Js and some PRPs
Kiss me and my ***** in the two seater
Big flow in the wind, there to move Peter
Give me a partner stove and I could move pieces
36 of the mores up in the Mona Lisa
Got more white chicks than a sorority house
For Fox News quick to point the minorities out
Got a man he kind of...back Dominicana
Pointed her at the crowd and the stunts that out the gunner
Put her in some pump and designer and nails
Got a ***** wet enough to ...in hell
Got the iron on my seta and I pull up blasting
9th wonder on the beater it's a *****ing classic

Fat Joe - All I Know - lyrics

I don’t care what they say
I don’t care about the style youre choosin’
We can do it our way
All I know is my heart screams softly for you
You you...
All I know is my heart screams softly for you

Fat Joe - Another Day - lyrics

This is another day spent in the hood
Another day since I ran away
I'm feeling good today
I hear it but I'm here to stay
This is another day spent in the hood
Another day since I ran away
I'm feeling good today
I hear it but I'm here to stay
This is another day spent in the hood
Another day since I ran away
I'm feeling good today
I hear it but I'm here to stay
In my hood every day nigaz get locked down
Their friends hit on their girl and them knocked down
I hate to say you this quick
But you niggaz ain't gonna be shit
So much coke in the bar
That it makes you see sick
All I hear is sound waves and sounds of guns splashing
A girl went missing
But ain't nobody asking
Your little joy hit the bank
Said he needed cash
In the morning news I suppose he forget to scheme that
Cause ignorance is blessed
... who stands just to get high
Cause your cracked care although nobody else cares
Put me on the screen but I'm still the same G
They thought I'd never see outside the...
This is another day spent in the hood
Another day since I ran away
I'm feeling good today
I hear it but I'm here to stay
This is another day spent in the hood
Another day since I ran away
I'm feeling good today
I hear it but I'm here to stay
Just another day living in the hood
Just another on the hood
I made you do another day
... all the *****es we collect, *****es weak of sex
Phones still... so it's best to send a text
Going through a beer, that calms you just like a king
Bucket full of crabs
Money sacks that we save
I could have fished you out
... as long as the *****es smiling
I came for the money
I am a new plug
I walk the same block
Hold the same train
And I ***** the same *****es with the same cane
This is another day spent in the hood
Another day since I ran away
I'm feeling good today
I hear it but I'm here to stay
This is another day spent in the hood
Another day since I ran away
I'm feeling good today
I hear it but I'm here to stay
Just another day living in the hood
Just another on the hood
I made you do another day
You'll do it another day

Fat Joe - Another Wild Nigga From The Bronx - lyrics

Aiyyo fat joe, its 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
[fat joe]
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!
[gizmo]
Im from the west bubble***** so fasten your seatbelts and buckle up
Im the type of brother to beat you down then ***** 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 dont take em, bones I fracture and break
So make not one mistake, or you get eat like steaks at franks 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, thatll 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, youre lyin
A human beat is struck I know when it really sounds trunk
Im never ever buck I dont give a ***** if you think that Im a sucker
Parties that Ive made, people wonder how long it lasted
Lyrics that are so hardcore, itll leave you flabbergasted
Gasp for air, inhale it hold it in
And just wait for the rest of the posse to begin
Im the human beat magician with the bag full of fun
Ammunitions the addition to the sawed offfff!
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump -> cypress hill
[all] another wild nigga from the bronx!
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump -> cypress hill
(keith keith!) another wild nigga from the bronx!
[keith keith]
Run for help when the mics in my hand
I kick rhymes like Im a rap van damme
And eat mcs like a cake or a slice of pie
Im not a pimp but I bop like Im superfly
People say whos he? Ill give any crew beef
So act like you know or get ate-n like stew, chief
I hold my own yet dont stand alone, Im well known
Go head and front and get smocked like a neckbone
Think you better chill troop, cause Im not havin that
And flippin on niggaz like a somersaultin acrobat
Go get your crew and yall still couldnt do the man
Im blowin up in ninety-three like an ash can
I know niggaz sip this, *****es wanna dip this
I snatch your girl up, and molest her like a rapist
Huh, go head and look real hard like Im a sucka
Ill beat that ass like the l.a. trucker *****a
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
[all] another wild nigga from the bronx!
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump -> cypress hill
(king sun!) another wild nigga from the bronx!
[king sun]
Mr. fifty-two pick-up, nobody move
Its a stick-up, which proves, my getaway is butter smooth
Im 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 Im from in a bumrush
Roll up, flip, then be out on the hush-hush
Dont touch or feel, its real, showin mad skills
Hotter than heat, yet colder than the catskills
Dont play the yard, fake gods aint got nuttin for me
Im 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 Im 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 aint the one
The bigga the nigga to bust em with the sawed off shotgun
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump -> cypress hill
[all] another wild nigga from the bronx!
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump -> cypress hill
(fat joe!) another wild nigga from the bronx!
[fat joe]
Aww shit, what we have here
Ninety-three and its a brand new year
My name is fat joe I got shit locked down
Runnin with the latins and the blacks from uptown
Its a damn shame, you better maintain
Im causin hysteria blowin niggaz out the frame
Yes I can-can, Im the fat man
Never run, never ran, its not in the plan
I got skills you best chills, get off the dillsnilz
Your rhymes are trash and no frills
Carbon copy youre sloppy, see joe aint the one
Im beatin bootleggers down with king sun
Rollin over niggaz like a truck
I come from the bronx, a.k.a., west bubble*****
My rhymes are homicidal, I take your title
Im 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
Im puerto rican, Ill 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!
Im known from state to state, for shootin down punks
Im another wild nigga from the bronx
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump -> cypress hill
[all] another wild nigga from the bronx!
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump -> cypress hill
[all] another wild nigga from the bronx!
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump -> cypress hill
[all] another wild nigga from the bronx!
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump -> cypress hill
[all] another wild nigga from the bronx!
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump -> cypress hill
[all] another wild nigga from the bronx!
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump -> cypress hill
[all] another wild nigga from the bronx!
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump -> cypress hill
[all] another wild nigga from the bronx!
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump -> cypress hill
[all] another wild nigga from the bronx! *fades*

Fat Joe - Bendicion Mami - lyrics

Empty Arms And Lonely Nights
That's My Life Without You Girl
I'm So Lonely I'm So Blue
Without You Girl My Life Is Through
Maria
This Song Is Dedicated
Maria - Don't You Hear Me Calling
Maria To The Most Beautiful Woman On The Planet Earth
Maria
That Would Be My Mother Maria Cartegena
[1st Verse]
Ay Yo, She's The Best Sister
One Man Love Her
And If She Died Her Tombstone Would Read
The World's Greatest Mother
August Nineteenth She Birthed Me
I Came Out
Put Her Through Hell But Still In All She Couldn't Help But Smile
I Resemble My Mama To Be Truthful
And I Ain't Got To Describe Her
You Know She Beautiful
Shit, I Always Love My Mama
Blow Holes Through A Nigga If He Touch My Mama
You Did Whatever It Took To Keep The Supper Hot
And I Remember When You Worked At The Number Spot
Once The Cops Caught You I Skipped School
Yeah I Guess The Cops Was Cool
They Let Me Feed You
I Cryed For Hours Till They Finally Freed You
Drop To My Knees And Screamed Mama We Need You
Then You Went Back To School And Got A Job That's Legal
Maria
[chorus]
Yeah Mami, I Love You So Much
For This Pain, This Love, You've Been Through So Much,
And I Thank You For Everything You Done For Us
You've Been A Survivor And We Love You So Much
I Had To Dedicate This Song To You Mami
I Had To Tell The World How Much I Love You
[2nd Verse]
Ay Yo, Yo Yo
I Never Forget The Night That Changed Out Life
A Neighbor Was Screaming Maria Come Out Side
Something's Wrong With Your Son I Think He's Getting High
Then You Replied Not My Son He Don't Be Getting High
Then You Bathed Him And Tucked Him To Sleep
Yeah I Knew From That Day Life Wouldn't Be Sweet
He Got In Trouble With The Law
Then You Bailed Him Out
I Got In Trouble With The Law Then You Bailed Me Out
It Was One July The Fourth
They Tried To Take Me Out
Shot Me Right In Front Of My Mother
By Tracy's House
Now Its Time To Change My Life I Think Rap's The Answer
Same Day I Got Signed You Was Diagnosed With Cancer
Doctor Said It'd Be A Miracle If You Survived
Then You Looked In My Eyes And Said
Joey I Don't Want To Die
I Pray To God That He Show Us A Sign
Now Its Fourteen Years Later And You Still Alive
Thank You God
[chorus]
[3rd Verse]
God I Thank You So Much
My Mother Has So Much To See
So Much To Do
She's Had Such A Painful Life
Many Nights I Argue With You In My Prayers But I Know You're The Boss
You Kept Her Alive For A Reason
Mama I'm A Ride For You
I Swear
Yo, I Bet You Proud Of Your Son
He's A Rap Star Now
Took You Out Of Them Projects And Bought You That House
Got You That Housekeeper To Manicure The Grounds
And I Bought You That Car That Breaks The Barrier Of Sound
You Take Care Of Joey And I Love You For That
And You Raising John John And We Love You For That
I Guess Lisa Was An Angel
God Wanted Her Back
Damn I Really Miss My Sister
Guess She's Better Where She's At
Mammy I Love You
I Want The World To Know I Love You
And Every Chance I Get I'm A Kiss You And Hug You
Life Wasn't Easy Everyday Is A Struggle
But Like My Niggaz From Chi Town Say
It's All Bubbles
[chorus]
Hoping My Real Mo'*****ers Know
This Be The Realest Shit I Ever Wrote
It's That Shit Right Here
Took Me Like Ten Years To Do
You Know I Cried Doing This Song
Man, So Much Pain
Mami You Such A Good Woman
You A Classy Woman
I Know You A Private Person
You Don't Want The World To Know All Your Business
But I Had To Let Them Know How Strong You Are
I Love You So Much
This Song Is Also Dedicated To Little Maria
One Of My Best Friends On Earth
Get Your Shit Together Girl I Love You Too
Juju What's Up, You My Nephew I Love You For Life
It's Crack *****

Fat Joe - Bet Ya Man Can't - lyrics

[fat joe]
Blam!
Bang bang baby!
Yeah, terror squad style
Trizzie, check it out now
[cuban link]
Yo, i'm rated x in sex, i flex like lex lugor
So who's next to get scooped up by this roughneck from cuba?
We do maneuvers like super dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin "mami's out" like sugar ray
Cause cuban link don't play miss, i flip and do some strange [shit]
Witchu like hit you with the whips and chains, check it
I get you ***** like i'm mystic, cause this [dick] is
Thick as a brick, raw with big [balls] that bend it
Now let's get, physical, my jiggable pie
Let this lyrical guy scuba dive right between your thighs
I satisfy like a snickers bar cause i'm the bigger bar
That'll stick you quicker than a 'spic will strip a car
My repoitoire holds a four star performance with all women
Hittin more skins than alec baldwin
You're fallin in love and you can't get up
Now check the cut, i stripped ya, now you can't strut, word up
Chorus: big pun
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like that (like that?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)
Chorus
[fat joe]
Yeah, uh, uh, yo
Paradin in the palladium, all eyes on my presence
Poppin the crist', sportin the chick straight out of essence
Word up, patch thug, three quarter front polo jiggy
Be like 'who is he, lookin like a grizzly?'
While your girl watch me, you're busy drink pissy
Wanna lay your love, but your love wanna kiss me, huh
I got a fly team, me and my guys gleam like high beams
Makin the killin off of fiends with pipe dreams
It might seem, like i'm conceited with the cream talk
But i got the kind of green that could bribe a supreme court
And when we talk, the whole world listen
Turn your back to t.s. for one second and find your girl missin
[big pun]
Baby make me holla, take it off, i give you dolla
We can party til manana ain't nobody gotta know nada
Word to allah, give me some mississippi massana
I'll be in the sauna, troopin the naga like the chupacabra
Cool it mama, you gettin too hot, bust a shot
Boo-yaa! rub it up and down like my oo-wops
Suscia!, show me your dirty dance
The way you work the pants make any man wanna jerk his gnads
Chorus
[cuban link]
Yo, my [shit's] official like it in you like, keith murray
Bury my beef, gettin your sweet cherry every week if necessary
I'm very nasty like nas, did you ask me?
Pass me those [ass]cheeks and i'll bring you joy like blackstreet
In the backseat of my jeep, we can chill
Or creep like tlc but don't sleep, i keep it real
What the deal mami, you wanna feel on my steel salami?
Come and try me, i'll sign my name all over your punani
[triple seis]
Come on mami, you comin home with me
All night in my tub drinkin hennessey
Gettin lyed up with your thighs up, i'ma surprise her
When i rise up, inside her
Yippie kay yay, i'ma ride her, and guide her
Straight to the triz, where we goin, straight to the crib
Pun in here and cuban and seis, you know what time it is
Soon as we walk in the crib, let's get biz
Triz triz triz triz triz triz triz triz (oahkayyy!)
Chorus: big pun
Since ya man can't do it like link (like link?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like seis (like seis?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)
Bet ya man can't do it like crack (like crack?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like pun (like pun?)
I make you scream papa (you the best bana!)
Bet ya man can't do it like link (like link?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like seis (like seis?)
I make you scream papa (you the best dada!)
Bet ya man can't do it like crack (like crack?)
He can't work the middle, cause his thing too little
Bet ya man can't do it like pun (like pun?)
I make you scream papa -- adios mama!

Fat Joe - 9th Wonder (prod. 9th Wonder) - lyrics

Wonder why the flow retarded, cause the shit we up
Authentic, more realer than you fake niggers pretended
Late night going drives, I mean agenda
Get money ***** every ***** before we end up
Then in the prime box makes it all 200 thousand
Grew up in public house and bored ...and boredom fathom
Young and on the park ***** fantasizing
Say his buddy got shot and they can't revive him
Dark side is a tale of addictions
Turn your moms into a...cause you're addicted to picture
You gotta get the Cuban, 3 kilos
Givenchy, the heat's on me
That night turned quiet, *****es sing on me
No man I stay cool like DRE
Living rooms with swimming pools filled with PYTs
Fresh pair of Js and some PRPs
Kiss me and my ***** in the two seater
Big flow in the wind, there to move Peter
Give me a partner stove and I could move pieces
36 of the mores up in the Mona Lisa
Got more white chicks than a sorority house
For Fox News quick to point the minorities out
Got a man he kind of...back Dominicana
Pointed her at the crowd and the stunts that out the gunner
Put her in some pump and designer and nails
Got a ***** wet enough to ...in hell
Got the iron on my seta and I pull up blasting
9th wonder on the beater it's a *****ing classic

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