Lyrics:
Helmut Zacharias: 1920-2002 german
Violinist and composer
Sold 14 million records by the 1950s
He was considered to be one of
The best jazz violinists
up shop and try to move somethin
And I'm talkin about kilo's and pounds
Fuck a desert eagle
I got shit that spit over 300 rounds
Can tell by
right to it, she do it
She all on my body before I can get out a sentence
This shit get more clear in the lenses they say I shouldn't do it, but bitch,
and down, said, "you look like a pimp"
I knew she'd been around, I said, "do it like Karrine"
She tried to be sexy, I asked her, "can you stop?
I want
this product
It is a Relativity Records product artist Fat Joe
My name is KRS One
And of course we're gonna bring THE noise
Cause we can
know its hell
Every time they see me
Ian playing
I can’t even get a smirk in
Yes
Only play the game
To be the best
And it’s actions over words
Gotta say
too but I don't do
Got the shooting that can score the goals when I want to
Only use it when I'm on the road and I'm on route
Go anywhere for the money
Alpha and Omega
And the B stand for Bury You, that's what I'm known to do to rappers
C stands for Chance, once you take it guard your shit
DEF, is
Nice to meet you, I'm Joe
Tro, that's the name that I go
By
I'm lookin fresh, yeah I'm so
Fly
Have to look fresh when I'm
5'5"
5'6" on a good day
check on every hoe you checked
That makes sense, bad bitches, that's what Joe do best
And I's the man 'round these parts when they ain't know you yet
I'm a Moscowitz
You can ask Todd, my accomplices
Confident by my many accomplishments
I'm big timing other naggers incompetent
Aguilera, Christine
Same
white T
Fabo off the beans you can do it like me
The Glock A Town stomp on the beat
I A Town stomp on a key
Real magician turn one to a three
If you ever
move from left to right (Ayy)
Ms. Jackson
Miss Miss Jackson
Swayed by your dance moves
As you groove to my vibe
I can see the light
As you filled with
Jones
Gil Scott and Last Poets turned they poems into song
Everybody know that my favorite Nina Simone
Rest in peace Michael Jackson; I think I need
more talent in his left nut!"
Imagine a world without religion,
Well I can't imagine MGK not being better than John Lennon!
He'll write a better song so
action like I’m Joe Jackson
Damn, who got beef
I feel like Lil Scrappy in this bitch
Young dog spitting bars, Lil Scrappy in this bitch
Nigga stuck inside
At the wheel there sat a big man he weighed about 2-10
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
Big Joe's the name I told him mine
He said the name of my rig's
mad, forget and rewind
So I can see what I did again and just slide
To the next level, hop on the bike and just pedal
Bustin at your best rebel, who
to Saginaw to Detroit
And take over in every club
Bootleg Shoetstring and the muthafuckin Backstabba
Ehh we gonna do it like this
I'm sayin what's up
't take my heat
Fireball flow can't bat in my league
I'm the best rapper that's been slept on
Stick around like gum that's been stepped on
Stepped on, I
screamin', ?Joe, get back in the booth?
Yeah, I do it for them niggas that be huggin' the blocks
Those jack boys don't give a fuck dumpin' at cops
These
Jackson, fantastique
Diese Reime geben deiner Mannschaft Krieg
Die andern Gs kriegen langsam Beef
Deine Freunde machen nur auf krampfthaft lieb
Du mit deinen
Honey, the way you play guitar makes me feel so
Makes me feel so masochistic
The way you go down low deep into the neck
And I would do anything,
her phone up everyday every night
Everyday I'm a drive by yea
I can make you wet wet what the fuck you still with him for
He not giving the best sex why
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