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renegade, must stay paid Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits Causing me to take long trips I'm the original teacher of this type of style Rockin'
name is DJ Run Shoots a gift like a gun Slays suckers one by one Rather chill than kill Cause the killing's no fun So together forever Crew be
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
that hit the charts Album poppin so we hit the news Finally found a girl that could pierce my heart I'm not goin mad its the juice Man its a free for
Hmm New Patek on my wrist White diamonds, them shits hit pink I'm ready New Patek on my wrist (yeah) White diamonds and them shits hit pink
album's hot and your album's not I done been getting movie deals I done been getting paid like Vinzel I done been by ? And five double o's And 1 2's
my dirty Jesse James The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame I'm like uh-oh, there
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
nigga Joe you used To fool with, what happened to him? [Ann:] Man, Joe was trippin, man, you know he owed some nigga some money, and you know, if you
daddy go hit a lick Ya both walking round dead broke, then both of y'all ain't doing shit! Need a real bitch that's loyalty to me, cute face with a fat
Tell me, what you tryna do when you come down on me A hundred bars a couple minutes then you hit the alpha league Whoever spits the best is doing
petit Québec Si t’essaies de flex pogne une deuxième hypothèque Ti-Joe connaissant j’peux battle ton Google Home Paye mon home studio avec tes student
livres ça écrase les moustiques (bzz) Un doigt dans l'engrenage puis j'rentre au bercail C't'album y'a mille mains un peu comme les Hentais (mais nan) Cet
Niggas in the city were it's beef Drop a album for the whole youth niggas know it's real Member going to the food stamps office with my pops that
smokin' and you know I got that pack, I got that sack I got that O, I hit the club I lose control I smoke that loud, I know the grower Ball like
best friends know me When I'm scooping you up they a all joe me I keep a pole No they won't hoe me If we ever break up we can be homies Hit up da trap
are slow so Just listen every line by line lemme finish Yo Pizzagate politicians man who we kiddin' They want us wearing dresses if We rapping for
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin') I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin') I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
Why you wanna be my Zanna? Why you wanna be my Zanna? 80k streams on an album by myself, started wvvy crew and I did that by myself I remember 2017 all
Trice, Emil hit 'em, let's go Ob Trice, the giant, standing a 5'8" stature Back with a second album, supplying ya Fear Factor But Joe ain't the host
[ Rodney O ] Wake up, New York It's time to listen to L.A. (Wake up) In this business you are left unknown till you have a hit Now I'm gonna
the world grooving, grooving Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh Now if you want to step You gotta play it by the rules You gotta do what I do When I do, what I
boys and her name is Mary Jane 'Cause I burn (big dope) with my dogs Joe Clay rolled a blunt so big this shit look like a log In my dressing room but
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