Lyrics:
the remix
I go by the name of Sacario
[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon
And my main man Tone was fuckin' everybody else's daughter
See everybody knew in town
That Joe and Tone had shit locked down
And a nigga wouldn't test
tarnished flask
You could hear every cigarette he'd smoked every time he laughed
Busker John Joe May
Is buried in an unmarked pauper's grave
Near the bells
how we be
Yo pass the bong
It's the return of the king like the lord of the rings
I'm back in this bitch and I'm doing my thing
The Joe and B. Crowe
the cream of Deadwood City comes to dine
And I'm glad to say he's a very goof friend of mine
Hi Joe, say, where d'ya get them fancy clothes?
I know, off
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
Beamers
I was just a youngin' on da corner
I'm a slinga you was on ya album cover finger on da nina flip
Da 360 man you da teacher
Self destruction
on the drums, most
Dangerous drummer in Los Angeles nowadays
He's a quiet man, quiet man: Joe
Daniels last but certainly not least, i'm
Appalled that there can be
There’s an old guy I know, I call him Goodbye Joe
He’s a long time friend of the family
Day by day kinfolk died or moved away
But Goodbye Joe stayed
motherfucker did I studder
With my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle I'm out
[Fat Joe]
Coka baby man you know I already had money
Definition
Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
of acts get signed
And when the album comes out everyone says
"Aw man, take that record off, don't waste my time"
Due to that fact, I went for mine
I
nigga Big Frank
1-7-0 Joe
Notorious One, yeah
Uncle Dan got my back
Charlie Rock L.D., up in Auburn, doin your time
Swear to God when
father the man
Oh brother please do not bother this year I'm spending ten bands
On gasoline at the pump
My pockets bleed at the bump
Joe Biden's d gone get
down my niggas)
(Stunna, Face, Joe Crack the Don)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
You motherfuckers must be crazy
I been doin' this shit since
There's a man on the street
Whose got nothing to eat
And he asks you for a hand
But you pass him aside like
He's on a free ride and he's a con man
the cream of Deadwood City comes to dine
And I'm glad to say he's a very goof friend of mine
Hi Joe, say, where d'ya get them fancy clothes?
I know, off
Pizza Ranch bread, got an eyeball on my head
I just murdered this beat, man this shit is fuckin' dead (Woo)
D-line always talkin' so much shmack
Sayin',
by ten.
A week's pay says he's still at home,
'Cause the boy's in his own time zone
I'm a waitin' on Joe, whaddya know.
Time flies fast and he
wrote a book you'd be my last chapter
Got me sad like when Joe said this was his last album
I ain't tryna flatter you but nothing else matter
Since she
stories
Just like your picture which appears online
Obviously, Santa Claus exists
Your picture that's in your telephone
Or in some family album
Obviously,
allabies, I'm with Joe and De La Hoya
Fight on, ran up in the crib and turned the lights on
Yo get this, Mothafucka! I don't leave no witness
Like Larry
killed and ate some babies and he copped an attitude
And the one man that he hated most was Kenesaw Mountain Landis
The mafia said Shoeless Joe
You
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