Lyrics:
poppin; water hittin' Crisco
In the spot, I ain't scared to blow a bankroll
I just made my first milly sellin' straight dope
I heard Fat Joe snitchin', I
a slight hunch
Meet me at lunch
We'll have a brunch
Off to the movies I'm finna see Scream
Call me Joe Biden, I got the ice cream
Ignore what they saying,
a 328
I got one like Joe Frasier, I hit like a heavyweight
Shit all knotted up, I don't know what I made it in
(Chorus)
These woods we goin in'em deeper-
We got whisky and premo reefer-
Bond fire by the speakers-
Bettys everywhere gone and meet'em-
So
of the Lord God
Discerns every action
You're playin' nonchalant like
"What the big deal is?"
Occupied by this life n'
It's difficult to clear it
Pride
I don't know if you if you have heard of me
But by now you should know should know
Yeah
Will I find out who I was meant to be?
When I get where I
the D and the 4
Birthplace of the rhyme, punchline, and metaphor
Home of nameless as well as the famous
You'll find a Kool Herc, Fat Joe, and a Larry
voices other
In my brain and I feel drained
And I Feel Really Better
That I am doing what makes me go
But I am still the same fat boy inside
Am sorry if
should get to know, on a different plateu, like whoa!
Buyin out what's love, like fat Joe, mommy I know, but I'm willing to grow.
To the mountain top if
on designer shoes
In the trap sacking up dope
And I'm fresh as a fool
I let her suck my dick for fun
But she had a baby by you
That SV watch freeze
Love me
skills, business
MESS AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST HOW REAL IT IS
Backstabbers [echoes... beat turns off]
Hold up... What the? What? Yo, yo Joe what you doin
think you're Rocky, but you're Fat Joe
Scaramouche, do the Mitch fantango
I'm your motherfuckin' hostess
Hot Benz, all tens, got the most-est
Raise
niggas straight into a heart attack
Life is like a relapse
Can you see that?
My name is Jamie Madrox, represented by the bat
Dark night, dark skies
fact of life
For me really
What’s going on man
The free style official dude
One that you want ta listen to
The drop of the beat
What’s going
clue who we are
Move weight, lean back, Fat Joe
Kevin Gates, new bitch yes lord
Leaving quarantine, come to see me, say YJ gon' be a star
Hazel big
water, motha (Ugh) Dasani
I need brain, imma zombie
Or when I think about it prolly Donald Trump
Pump it up
I'm an Average Joe in a navy blue button up
about pass it to Zurko
You know I'm just playing right
They know I'm lyrical just like lemonade
You got dissed by the unknowns too that's what they call
squad like Fat Joe nigga
I dog the cat yeah your bitch call me Odie nigga
Flag on the play I got a first we gone decline
I whoop you bad staples in your
needed to get to the end of your goal
Keeping at what?
Seeping in pot
Reaping a lot
Sleeping a lot
Wheap in your cot
We pick a lock
Seen by a cop
Shit
(I luv you DJ Quick)
They be like "Quick where you been at"
I'm trying to get big racks and put all my people on jets
Aye
You know we got that
the fellas
Oh what a feelin', yeah man, I tell ya
George, Jon Jon, the whole damn crew
Fire up the dank for MC Pooh
To the partners from the park, Joe
Look, look
These niggas lied to me way back
Said this was where my buck stop
Ridin' right by in my fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop
Lloyd; Recorded by Stu Frank
Verses are interchangeable with Haul Away, Joe; these are a sort of
hash from R. Greenhaus, D. Diamond, S. Hugill. First verse
(Ahh Ahh)
(OMT the wave, yea)
Yea, Love what she do, But I'll never love her again
She brought her too, She pimpin' her friends
He waitin' on her,
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