Lyrics:
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
a video wit R.Kelly but No Homo though,
Really didn't wanna do it but i fuck wit T, S, and Fat Joe Joe though,
I am a robot and this robot is on overload,
Foxxx, Bunchy The Fat Bastard, Naughty By Nature and all the real thugs out there
(Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich)
Keep it comin'!
(Outlaw
the damn fools dat think im slippin wit my juice
breakin old habits so hard to do
das y u see me on the same block wit the same crew
n everybody sitting fat
heat
I really need to cool off
Your chick is at my cribo her Tops Bout
To pop off
She keeps it so one hundred and That's About to pay off
Ima keep
that boat til it's way past two
You say it's not easy, that you're so hard
Sporting gold tone Z's, not credit cards
Got clout turn 'em out, you got
moneyman
(Chorus: Ice-T)
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your
the largest pinga
when u got the heart of cringa
you fallin off somebody holla timber
Fat joe is pussy
macho is pussy
raul is pussy
terror squad is pussy
tony
together
Before it all got hype
I was in the core of the Apple before it got ripe
So I ain't gotta act like
I'm on top of, or in front of them
If I'm
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
Catch
right now, pick up a pound
Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now
[ chorus ]
[ outro: fat joe ]
No doubt
Cuban link, baby
'99
Terror
A continual dark river of people
In their transience and in its permanence
But when the streetlamp fills the gutter with gold
So many priceless items bought
throwing forty Cali's stainless
'cause these empty slugs spit pain, killer
{Joe Mafia}
Wylin on parole, so been on his rock
And Donny race spot it's way hot
chips
Baller had this, cause the savage beast did need to floss
So the hard, Bogard, and we squeezed it soft
Late night, the game tight, went up
Put the fuckin mic on
Mic is on?
Joe Crack the Don, uh
Yeah, yeah, y'all
Irv Gotti
What's love?
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be
ass fat) my titties right (my titties right)
my pussy wet so you know we water pipe
He said he love it when I ride it like I ride a bike
I said if you
waste this time
It's going by I can't tell you why
But trust me
Yo, I said u know like that
Manna real bad boy, yh you know like that
Yo its heat that I
dad
Gated, I'm faded
Lag
Drag
Fetti fun fugu, no cheese and it's grated
Step lad
Err, I ain't had her
And I'm bad, and I'm glad (Err)
I'm glad (I'm Joe
a deal so now
She joe me like sloppy
Got the goons on deck
They ride hard like Kowazakis
They ride hard, I said they ride hard
I say we be the freshest
a young nigga tryna stay low
Tryna find a bag and a J. Lo
Trina count cash nigga, pesos
Did it on my own i aint want to
So im looking hard trine find you
exposed tho
Hard to give my love away cause hoes gon be hoes so
I keep it on a low pro
I never flex for hoes cause she gon fuck me in some bobos
Or fuck him
Put the fuckin mic on
Mic is on?
Joe Crack the Don, uh
Yeah, yeah, y'all
Irv Gotti
What's love?
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be
Lil Karti came wit a truck full of bitches
And bitch it aint luck
I go hard for these digits
Lets go lil Joe he be charging the hemi
I sniped me
Betta' grab yo' gat, light that blunt;
The streets gon' ride tonight.
And I'm just gon' ride it out,
Til my expiration date.
'Cause I go hard
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