Lyrics:
the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the motherfucking battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
beaten by the best
Yo, damn skip I be riding my own dick
Those with that fly shit up in they head, get domes swollen quick
Competition best pray for
the streets got no love for me
Just take everybody I love from me
So if you ain't my kind you can't get nothing but some drugs from me
Buss down bandit the way
the back he just smiles
The man says this, The man says that
The man sits in the chair, then the man he gets fat
Everybody comes up and sees
Everybody
the middle, chew the fat and fry it up a little
And it's unfair, we got their hands in the air
And you can't even get a show
No one cares that your freestyle
to be the mack of the year and a straight up G
Got my Daddy in the picture with Bishop Don Magic Juan
Here come Minime, like father, like son
I wasn’t fat
We goin' up, gang on the likes (yeah)
I pray in the mornin', I go get the dough, then I thank Him at night
(Yeah, what you thank him for?)
I
niggas yell squad
K Camp screaming link up
300 niggas, that's 300 motherfuckers
Trying to get it in by the trucks
I'm a hot young nigga that'll take your
loosey goosey (Oh)
Some for uncle Joe, some for cousin Lucy
Everybody gather 'round the table
Dig in, dinner's being served
Eat all the turkey you are
When you least expect it
We back up in this piece like yeast to bread
Underground you gotta find me
Like an Easter egg no need to beg
I hit the club
off the champagne, I get it poppin' boy
Coming straight from the D-E-L, I'm the realest though
And by now you know what the deal is bro
Keep your social
Everybody know the shit 'bout to drop
See from Northbound to Ten Row in it go tryin' to get they props
Pollutin' the air wit squares, blunts, and tops
up a fat nest egg
I say fuck you, it's easy, say it again FUCK YOU
Love love to rock bottom beats for the flicks
To hibernate and syncopate but
serial at the bank
It gets real serious after it goes blank
I'm not going to be an average Joe spitting average flows
I have the knowledge that shows
In
it's my last day
Fuck like it's my last day (yes sir)
Fuck boys wanna blast me (Juicy J)
This might be your last day (Joe Budden let's get it)
But it
on the ?
That ass thicker than a mo'fucker
Her mama bad, I tryna hit it that's a motherfucker
In that Mausoleum looking like Selena
And I'm Fat Joe, Don
Mrs. Mary Mac, all dressed in black
She's rather fat, and she, carries a bat
She's the nosiest lady on the block when it's hot
Cops get shot when we
pocket
Shooting like a rocket Shawty say I changed up
She really need to stop it All these rappers rapping
But this rapper really bout it Yeah her ass fat
that bitch by the clitoris
You get spit on shit on hit on get on the dick of this
Slick niggara but you can always call the Nina
A killer in America,
any better
I wish you would change
But you stir up whats left
I had me a feeling to get off my chest
It'd bug me to death if I ain't let it rest
Had me
either him or you
ya'll ain't so important that my words are meant for you
when did everybody become so sensual
caught up in the he say, she say
blog
taking ecstasy
Hugh Hefner, know the secrets
Hip-hop keep 'em under the rug
I'm thinking under the mat
Trapped in the closet mF DOOM
Without being fed by
family
Stopped by the blue store
Goin get that chicken
Yeah you know
I got that major flow
Kickin down the door
Everybody hit the floor
This a 4-4
Teyana
[Fat Pat (Spoken)]
Say, fool, every time I turn around this girl steady lookin me in my
Eyes...What's the deal? You think she wanna hit it up?
Why
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