Lyrics:
where them no go mention me
By the time I’m done, man of the century
But I just begun you ain’t
Seen the best of me
I’m a business, damn, you can invest
be a man
It's a man's world
How you suppose to feed your fam
You need to act more like an adult
Pull up your pants i know you do music but
What's your
straighten up)
Why you gonna act like that? (Act like that)
Why you gonna act like we don't be making love (Why you always act up, ooh, act up)
We know we be
missing a Bentley
I was 16 bought a Lexi little bitch I trapped evidently
Es ruger el 45, know how I'm coming don't play with my people
Musica calma los
just on a side note
Word to the Terror Squad, Joe, this is all puns aside though
I know me and Mariah didn't end on a high note
But that other dude's
Yeah, we gon' come out with something new, Joe
I don't know, I've been coolin
Not lettin' this shit take a toll on me, you know
I tried, I tried, I
don't see is how Betty got away from Mama
You think Joe's wife knows about that yet?
with no duck
Not your average Joe, yea, I'm tatting it up
Been makin' money come add the shit up
Don't like to flex but my Joe know what's up
Chasin' my
of the best couldn't mess with the boogie down Bronxster
It's heavy promo catchin' beef with Joe
But my man, don't get caught up in these streets alone
they'll
of things to say
How can I tell him, that you just don't care?
This child needs its father
Come back home, Joe (Come back come back, ooh)
Ooh, this
She don't know how to act when she get inches, throw 'em left to right
She don't know how to act when she get inches, throw 'em left to right (XO
Say it ain't so, Joe
Say you won't go, Joe
Feelin' so low, Joe
Say it ain't
Say it ain't so
Tell me they lie, Joe
Don't make me cry, Joe
Don't say
you really need a pro
Cause my shit's more rugged than G.I. Joe
Don't front honey, act like you know
Now big up to my Brooklyn mob (Brooklyn!
wordy words in Shakespeare prose
You know...
I'm just your average Joe
I can't give you all those fancy things
Designer clothes and diamond rings
No fast
knob, bitch, you know I am a god
I been robbed with the Glock, I been taken by the cops You can slob by my knob, bitch, you know I am a god
I been robbed
don't want to hear my side
But you believin' that bitch
You makin' my nerves bad I need to smoke me a jo'
'cause I know y'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout
How you gonna act like we don't be makin' love?
You know we be tearin' it up
Breakin' stuff, that ghetto love
How you gonna trip?
And how could you
Rod - Hey Jack, what's happenin'?
Joe - Oh, I don't know.
Rod - Well, rumor around town says you think
you might be heading down to the shore.
Joe -
ain't so
I'm sure they're telling us lies Joe please tell us it ain't so
They told us that our hero has played his trump card
He doesn't know how
they wanna be you,
So You don't gotta (Act Like That)
Why you gotta act like we don't been making love
You know that you weird for that, can't get you
mutha fuckin clothes fall
OH! You mutha fuckas don't know!
At the show you trippin, gotta go get the steel toe
To the brain nigga
REGIME KILLAS keep
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
And take your pretty ass home
Last call for alcohol
You know how we do, yeah
[Joe Budden]
You know we be up in the club like..
[Chorus:]
[Joe
got Joe
and then - it's whoa-whoa-whoa
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uhh, yo, uhh
I gotta be "The Flyest" like my homie from Q-be
Niggaz know the Don be
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