Lyrics:
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From Florida what it do?
Got free features from my crew
Upgraded to a real stu
Don't misread, Greg's not me
I go by Craig sometimes daddy
Study
If you had similar upbringing then the music different
If You ain't come up the trenches i don't expect you to feel it
Ya understand
I got game in
but now like a snail
The slug's comin' out of its shell
Oh, there's no hate in this world
That can make me give up
That can keep me stuck
Lord, I
Okay, I keep warrant no ID
Got a couple bad bitches by me
You can't be walkin with that
Two lead don't try me
Try lotto my auto cost two million euros
and the truth was distorted
My peers on the West won't speak up, so I will
Rodney O & Joe Cooley goin for the kill
The crew of two don't care if we cause
[Chorus]
That don't make me a bad guy
Don't scar my resume
Don't you give me a black eye
Judgin' by my day-to-day
He's in love with
bitches ain't shit for a yuppie
What up I'm tha J-O-E
To tha muthafucking C and tha place to be
I don't know much but I know this
Kyle's mama is a big fat
away with it
Until everybody lost their mind
Directly behind me and ahead of the time
But don't you worry he'll fall right in line
Yep, everything just
by a long shot
We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat
And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot
I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying
those kids like Micheal Jackson
Beat those kids like Joe Jackson
Love those kids like Micheal Jackson
Got my homie crying don't worry I'll give you
on me nigga I'm with it
Put a slug in one of you niggas
Only God know my struggle
Had it hard so I hustle
And Everybody 'round me say
I don't give a fuck
Joe just got home you know what's up with us
They say pressure bust pipes we bust a lot of guts
And I be out my mind no I don't give a fuck
Pass down
Yeah, Joe Lika, Joe Lika Yeah, check it out, fuck it up, check it out, woah, Joe Lika, Joe Lika
Name is Joe likeaboss, going Jesus, no cross Drippin'
be a better playa than me
When I first got to the club
It was cool to fuck
Walked passed these hoes and they looked
Me up and back down again recognize
raging, throwing hands up to elevations
Gained 30 pounds, swim wear, in here
Big booty, don’t care, give it to me right there
Talking Cali on to Brooklyn,
a black man's power
Back to reality, please don't freakin smile at me
This is a stick-up, so give up yo' wallet please
Verse six: missy
I'm the best,
Every time
I don't know why
Anyone
Would wanna be like me
And any time
It just begun
And I know that I
Lost this fight
Don't wanna be like me
Don't
below the belt
Or walk to Heaven's door to open the gateway to Hell
I don't give a damn iota what my homies have said
I'd pick her ravage pussy over any
mad, and they said they gone kill me
I'm not yo average, not Joe, no not Billy
I told that bitch wait, give me a minute
Phone kept on ringing, you know
keep my game tight, I stay down, run it up by myself
I'm a player, baby, so don't play with me, better watch your step
Got a habit of fuckin' bitches
don’t give a damn by now you niggas should know that (Yeah real)
Men I might just bring my middle finger to a gun fight
Like yoo
Look nigga don’t play me
, give me reason to bust my guns
You might, be the reason I bust my gun
(Pa-pow, pa-pow - pa-pow, pa-pow)
[Joe Budden]
'Til my day's up nigga, stay up
disappear into the clouds I float
Heading deeper into space where the cowards don’t go
You ain’t never met an emcee like me before no no no!
On my way up
Everyone knows everybody else
Let's skip introductions
Talk on little Joe
His mother left for me to mind
A 100 a week
A lovely guy of 26
Loves
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