Lyrics:
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Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow- Too Phat, Malaysia)
Yo, Joe Flizzow
First to go on this track
Transcending continents
Who better
To hold it down for
the tear will tatter back at you
And there's the scarier things, like that monsters all began as men
They were men.
Where there's sirens to sing, there
funny
Is it any reason why y'all starvin'
I smell bull and by smelling force
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
My jersey say James I don't play
up with all the pines
I've been catchin' plays and makin' sure my people straight
I never chase a shot, the only thing I chase a safe
I'm invested in
tapes hit the store, they sell so quick
You can tell by my big fat royalty check
It's just a Dangerous thing when I'm on the mic
And the local police
feeling off instrumentals
Had my pencil, and plus, my paper
We caught the 86 Lithonia, headed to Decatur
Writing rhymes
Tryna find our spot off in that
Hey, it's kind of shitty
A motherfucking pity
I sit reminscing about my nigga roe
My nigga joe died at the age of one four
And it's a motherfucking
Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?
It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes
I'm number one like P.E. Or Tracy McGrady
It's all
your name?"
Well, out of all the things Aladdin tried
She said, "Listen, sucker, take a carpet ride"
Aladdin said, "I know what to do
I call on my
them, ooh
I never fold under pressure
I keep that thing by the dresser
I keep it right by the Bible
I hope it don't mess up my blessings, Lord
You can ask
lovin' with me,
Layin' all my troubles down,
Here I am, baby,
Come and take me,
Here I am, baby,
Come and take me,
Take me by the hand.
Show
can do it all again
Penguins squawk
Instrumental
We're doing a sequel
Let's give it a go
With Hollywood stars
And more one-liner cameos
We're
new (ain't a damn thing new)
We all the ladies I see on my flights
I can lay some pussy bout one or two (too one or two)
I just heard there's a party
what the fuck y'all really mean?
For the Za I'm a have to charge three flat just like Nerlens Noel
If you cannot grab the whole thing, just grab half
niggas Rich and them
Doing they thing on 35th? Damn, it's a small hood
And it's all wood, so let me get that number, I get up, aight
Hit you on the jack
the thing killing ya
I'm a human by nature
I'm a hero by choice
I'm a villain by law
And I do not have a voice
I been saving these lives
And I been repping
deserve this
Butterfly's all up in my stomach like a first kiss
Just a word smith usin' poetry and more
But distracted by these girls who want their
King,
But follow Jon Gotti, Joe Pesci, armed robbery,
Hard body, body hard doggy fuck up your bodyguard,
Dolly call us the shotty ma,
Y'all'll call up
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
PAPER
Nobody does me better
Nobody instrumental by Robin Wesley
Nobody can do me better
Than All My Paper
Nobody can do me better
Than All
Dear Lord, Jesus, Buddha, Allah or can I just call you Joe
I've got a lot of things to tell you and some things I gotta know
I'm tired of hearing
she obviously meant "imply"
And I know some guys would put up with that kind of thing
But frankly, I can't imagine why
And I told her, I said
Hey! Are
clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin
how we roll
Just Jack, Dan, Niz and Ivo
Me and Ceej and Mod Joe
7 strong
Another 7 on the end
Heavens gone
You know we're aiming for the stars until
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