Lyrics:
out the muhfuckin' room
'Cause they don't fuckin'
I'd like to propose a toast
I said toast, motherfucker
And I am
(Here's to the Roc)
And they
they selling y'all, fuck am I telling y'all?
It's Uncle Joe, don't wear Supreme and jeans
Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
to Joe, turn on the radio
Jam Master Jay will know, that is the way to go
While Jay's DJin', I will be sayin'
Rhymes that are playin', FM or AM
On hot
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
for that old song
We used to play in "joe's garage"
And if I am not wrong
You will soon be dancin' to the . . .
Central scrutinizer:
The white
he won't let me go
Run Joe!
Run Joe as fast as you can
Run Joe!
These police holding me hand
When they take me before the sarge
I am going
where them no go mention me
By the time I’m done, man of the century
But I just begun you ain’t
Seen the best of me
I’m a business, damn, you can invest
different from the average Joe's
So I confront them with the biggest chain
but it doesn't rate albums, I believe it is the brain
So I'll remain free while you
Taffy-Apple Tango Mambo Cha Cha Cha
(Heel and toe?) I don't know
Last night at Papa Joe's my buddy met a lovely dove
She was the kind you never find but
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
me and mister Joe
No I don't need you I don't I don't need you
No I don't need you I don't I don't need you
No I don't need you I don't need you
I
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
a showdown that went on and on
Until the sun was gone
I'm the man,
You know I am
Bob is history man
Mighty Joe, now i know
You didn't let him go wo wo
Cowboy
the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse
Me with other crews in my city
Cause I am the hardest
And if this doesn't convince you that MUSIC
causes BIG TROUBLE...then maybe I should turn off my plastic' megaphone and
sing the last song on the album
, hey Mr. Joe, will you tell me where to go? I am feeling lost, the truth I do not know and if you're only lying to me. cnd the pain and the sorrow when
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
Idioten mit einer Line und zerreiß
Jeden am Mic der redet und meint, dass er irgendwas weiß!
Niggas I'll leave your brains number than veins
In
am blessed, when you're by my side
We all met in Frauenfeld, but I love our trips
Ecuador or the Islands, crying with the Chics Joe's Pizza hangover,
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I
Over and over and over again
I just keep doing this trying to win
What am I doing they asking me when
The album come out
It got pushed back again
My
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