Lyrics:
door and looks in."
"When the hell do I get something out of this?"
It's down, it's down with the clown
Fuck fat bitches and charge by the pound
I gets
Franklin damn near kin (on God)
Put my mind to it and I did it, them facts (21)
Talkin' 'bout your brother to get some pussy, that's wack (straight up
Yeah
Everybody left, but the pain is still here
Everybody said they wasn't gon' leave
But I'm out here by myself
I feel like I'm isolated, locked
Everywhere
It was tumbling down
Everybody was crying
- Thank you.
Yeah, everything up here, please. And a bit more monitor if you got it. Ah?
good,
Hittin switches while I'm throwin up the hood.
I never play the radio,
I buy underground from the mom-n-pappa sto'.
I cruise late night by
Everybody's smiling up, they're all faking
People stab backs to get that cake in
Certain man have chats with the bacon
Swear man, I hate em
Them man are scum
Blink once, blink twice
Cause that'd get ya life snatched
Faster than a Tyson match
Pull up to the scene so fresh, so clean
In a 7-4 pound, with
backwards for, "Fuck them damn niggas"
Buck them damn triggers
You charge us, bodies fill up them damn rivers
'Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper
Spit facts like my teeth leak venom
These rats we eat like dinner
Lean back, lean back, fat joe when I'm whipping
Eyes open looking right at the mirror
It smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach
You still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even
pockets fat though, fatter than fat Joe
Yeah its a facto, they in the back row
You a fiasco, my lyrics Van Gough
This ain't your mission, times up you
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
an asshole yes, but that's okay
It's not my fault if Ashley may get offended by just what I say
Ah, now she gettin' depressed, all because her boyfriend left
my nephew, so you know we got the juice
Loose lips sink ships, trip this for a second
I'm all the way up on this Fat Joe record
Don't let me down,
And Everybody in the Ultra 85
Goddamn it feel good to be alive
And all these bitches that I passed up
Couldn't fuck witcha 'cause your hair was too gassed up
sweeper
Yo, it's time to get darker
Rise up the cricket bat like Brian Lara
Anybody see any enemies on the Gaza
Empty the clip first, questions after
From
(woo)
I get it but fuck all that culture shit
Disrespect my dead homie, I'm poppin' off, battle over with
Try to shoot the nigga up, cut the nigga,
pay homage
Fat-mouth the Dogg and I'm straight up the heart
Now everybody know that California and New York, we rockin'
Never ever try to run up
that bitch
Roll up on a prick and just get live
Uh I know some of yall are surprised that I think about this shit all the time
But it feels like I ain't
created the whole Earth
So money ain't evil
It's what you do to get money
Thats the evil part
Everybody round me getting doe
If you don't think big you
make
More than you and I make it look easy
Even Oprah get wet when she sees me
Good fellas Joe Pesci still getting work
Death before dishonor, you reap
feat. Fat Joe, JuJu, Noreaga
Uh
JuJu
Nore
Fat Joe
Tony Touch
Joe Crack 'the don'
Top of the world, we ain't gonna stop till you earl
got
Yours gets skipped like DVDs
This beat be droppin' acid
Do we have to tell 'em so?
Keysha got me percocets I'm chillin'
And it's hella dope
Tell 'em ho, I
every time we link back up, you just get hurt again
You put all men in a box, I ain't one of 'em
Funny how you got all the answers and none of 'em
You
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