Lyrics:
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
gonna raise a fuss
But before you make another move
Let's start by taking care of us
I don't want nobody
To give me nothing
Open up the door
I'll
[Fat Joe]
That's the last straw
Pun I ain't got a glass jaw
Better run when you see me coming through the back door
Cracks wrong, I give it all for
on Sunday; oh by the way,
he said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge,
and she and Billy Joe was throwin' something off
on me
As if
Now everybody senile on me
Throwbacks I threw 'em back
Remember those button ups
Young Hov
Tell them ordinary Joe's button up
I destroy
on first." Costello: "What are you asking me for?"
"Reports from the new Germany tell of horrors leading to the total extermination of the Jews of Europe."
fuck with me
Real talk nigga, believe it
This is why they fuck with me
Do what I do, y'know?
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe
Gotti
Me and Necro
We threw a party like John Gotti
Whats up fuckin twaty
You fuckin snitch
I ain't feel you fuckin bitch
Kid Joe shit
Fuckin
a Brooklyn soldier, yes, I'm is
If you lookin' for a problem, here it is
I'm worser than the cross and bones, and that's danger
I don't give a fuck, what
know I
Don't wanna be put in the spotlight
Back in the zone everything I touch gold, Midas
If you find me in the coal know that I'm heating up
Soon to be
cross me ima make em walk the plank
Don't pour up no cups dey catch u slipping off da drank
Big russian cream filled up good dank Cant take dese niggas
yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me
'Bout no motherfuckin' double standard, acting
Fucking on another nigga, that's a negative alone
But you
forget
I can run up, done up, spun up,
Let me give them A REMINDER
(They forget)
I been bunnin up and tunnin up and fuckin up the set
(Cause I don't think
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
with no shoes on her feet
Don't front for me, you kids is not ballin'
If you is then why is your wiz on my dick like I'm Jordan'
Ties swollen for no
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really
gone, then I gots to know now
Is you wit me or what? Think I'm tryna get me a nut
Just 'cause honeys wanna give me the butt, what
I'm politicking
y'all a lesson give me a second
Now y'all probably wondering why l bring
All this to the center stage
Cause if y'all don't understand a human body
All you
up
Bitch i'm livin' like a pair of virgin twins
Attached to each other
I don't give two fucks
Nah, cause y'all wild as shit
You rappers sound like
dont got hoes we know you in the closet
I'm a hypocrite
Get on my knees and lick a dick
Lube it up and
Stick it in
Grip the tip
Got me going sick again
previously
But that's what the last week nigga said
But, but, but, keep cool Joe cause dog crazy
Get down, we turn niggas vegetable if they don't let us up
He
pull your card.
Now b & joe don't give a fuck no more, he cant even love no more.
He took 40 g's up out his stack, & set kill tim & his crew.
Now
To the hip hop, Joe cocker
Rubber soul
Good time- so sublime
Go for a stroll
Dreamers are aware
World is a stage
Join the new age
Scribble words on the page
the money I be pooky twitching
And honestly about the beef I gives
A fuck what who be Twittin'
Still good with a pen, no Joe Paterno
I count Ninja Turtles
My
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