Lyrics:
Ah, yeah
Da Fat Gangsta
You gotta flow, Joe, you gotta flow, Joe
You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe
You gotta flow, Joe, you
working too hard
Fucked around & got me two jobs
Clouded thoughts, you a clouded thot
And I know I shouldn't call you that
But you keep on bringing up your
After serving as Vice President, Joe threw his hat back in the ring
But he was older now and many thought he suffered from dement- i- a
But one by one
thoughts
That I don't think anybody should hear
I'm psycho but I'm civil
Fuck a rifle I'm missile
So insightful
Eat a bag of dicks
And choke
I'm like
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
Whadya wanna know, Joe?
Whadya wanna know?
It’s been a good life, a great life, the best life
Whadya wanna know.
They thought I was a swindler but
since I made "Alive"
No more waking up man and asking why
Living my truth so there's no more lies
Thought I was good
But I'm
I'm clouded in judgement, I'm
The moments we cherish
Thoughts from a balcony
Out on the terrace
Tears appear if it's something nightmarish
All of my fears
I've been watching em perish
Ignored by the masses, but loved by a few
A bearded man came up to Joe and said
I have a job for you
You see I'm part of the traveling circus in town
Joe DiMaggio's done it again
Joe DiMaggio's done it again
Clackin' that bat, gone with the wind
Joe DiMaggio's done it again
Some folks thought Big
Thought I'd flop and fade then put on layaway? (Ayy, ayy)
At the rate I'm goin', you are under pace
Realist still to date, but what a difference makes is
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,
It never was a death race
For love it's a derby
Clouded by my judgment I always thought
That you would hurt me
Every single girl I ever talked
I'm comin down watchin TV, playin NBA Jam
I'm coming through, banging Screw in my hoo-doo
I'm lettin that nigga Joe on the mic
I thought you niggas knew
I'm comin down watchin TV, playin NBA Jam
I'm coming through, banging Screw in my hoo-doo
I'm lettin that nigga Joe on the mic
I thought you niggas knew
Blue Monday morning at the factory gate
Almost time to clock in
The boys are all betting that Joe wouldn't show
They'd seen him over the weekend
Clouded the minds to dissect
People be counting us dead
Something ain't right with my head shit
Spending my, spending my, spending my nights in the shed
comin through bangin screw in my hoo-doo
Im lettin that nigga Joe on the mic
I thought you niggas knew
(Haircut Joe) [23:30]
Thought you niggas knew
Fixin
on the mic
I thought you niggas knew
(Haircut Joe) (23:30)
Thought you niggas knew
Fixin to come down
Bangin and that tint
Watch me come down and I got
Fat Joe feat. Noreaga
Misery Needs Company
[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]
[Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my facilty
three's for
need you by my side
Why do I feel so empty
My thoughts are so clouded in my head like a chimney
Wanna have a happy ending but this not a disney
Need some
[Featuring Noreaga]
intro: [police sirens]
[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]
[Fat Joe]
Yo yo one's for the cash two's for my facilty
the result of when the tables turn
Still break bread and hope yo niggas learn
Lead by example
I don't match energy
Joe Blows envy me
They don't know anything
I
the beat
Dance-A-Lot and Joe Cooley
Who would ever thought the two would meet?
Yo Tee word
Hit it! Now Peter was a pipe head
Who weighed it by the pound
He
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