Lyrics:
how to live
By now they'll be down at the ocean
He and Betty stretched out somewhere
The only blue in his life, is the blue moonlight
Bouncing off
was a high school grad
Gots to get a job 'cause I was a high school dad
Wish I got paid like I was rappin' to the nation
But that's not likely so here's
Remember not having shit, now I feel like the shit cause
I get a bag, I get a bag cause I run it up
You niggas mad, you niggas sad you ain't got enough
You
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
(Fat Joe!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
[Fat Joe]
Aww shit, what we have here
Ninety-three and it's a brand new year
My name is Fat Joe I got shit
got all the flow
I owe myself for all the credit
I'm not thanking a foe
I got it now you best believe that
By tomorrow I'll be doin
My Show
That's how
And there isn't one thing darlin'
I would not do for you
You know, I love you, see, see
I want you ride by my side
See see rider, ough, keep me satisfied
a true inshallah
East African name for father is baba
I will not be an average Joe
No not by far
I named my beautiful baby daughter Baha
That's Arabic for
I'ma get it back now, uh
From the cage of the stage
They don't know the songs, can tell by the way that they rage, uh
I'm faced by the shade they
Mister Johnny is a game changer
I miss mister Johnny he's a game changer
I take a deep breath and I feel better
Begging and crying no it's not for me
Here we go again, you gotta think about it, so what is it this time, you gotta think about it, what's going on man, just let me know... Hey Mr. Joe
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
And there isn't one thing darlin'
I would not do for you
You know, I love you, see, see
I want you ride by my side
See see rider, ough, keep me satisfied
plenty
Rocking fubu and fili now the fendi
If you got a problem straight it out like a dentist
Got to get money and bread ain't not pension
If you ain't
takin' shit
Now you can say I'm on some hatin' shit
But them facts, I'm not just sayin' shit
Biggie really sold crack and fucked mad hoes
Did Faith Evans
really out here! (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)
Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
Fuck the same hoes again,
Notice all the games you play
Now it's time to walk away
Nothing more that I can say
By the way
You don't hear a single
Word I say
But that's not my
of Joe Jackson's kids
I ain't get this nice overnight, it just happens when you practicing
I got some accolades under my belt
Pussy like butter the ones
doing this shit here to long dog
Now it's time for a young nigga to get paid
Jump out the bed
(Bad bitch I slayed)
Leave her a tip
(Go get some braids)
proof
Success is my cologne, greatness is my shampoo
Here's your proof
Every single track by DJ-Z! will assure you
That I do, what I do, without a single
daddy said
Patty, he said, he said, he said
Well, sixty days ago she was such a lovely child
Now here she is with a gun in her hand
Hey Joe, hey Joe
(Listen)
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lotta green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay Packer
I pack the zero's, meaning
Culture, our culture, our culture
It's not imported from some African Nation
Or some Asian Nation
It's our English jurisprudential culture
Our
Hey Juliet
Original Song by Michelle Vogel
(Sung by Sean Killeen)
Hey Juliet...
What if my name's not Romeo?
Like stories told so long ago
Those
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