Lyrics:
With a Beyonce face and some thighs like that
Attitude like Trina and a ass that fat
Fuck it I done told my cousin you can have that Lac
Gon get your
link fence by the gate
Somebody's daddy's out there
Honkin' on the horn
Hurry up, we're gonna make him late
I gotta say one, two, three
More things
crack, since fat joe made em lean back
I'm running up the score for sure, if they want war nigga
I'm God's machine, what you thinking I'm built for
Man, I
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
and your fat ass bitch inside
Wagons, tents are swift as a breeze
Can't nobody get with these, motha fucka
BRING IT ON!
(Chorus)
Bring it, bring it, bring
that's not wack
And my DJ, Joe Cooley's still on top of the stack
So you can say he's like wine, he's getting better with time
And General Jeff is by my
**** to the beat
Everybody throw it up, **** **** to the beat
**** **** to the beat
Verse 2 ( Joe Flizzow )
Biggedy back up in this be'nez again ya
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
Why you mad? why you mad bro?
Lean back nigga fat joe
You know I’m just tryna get the bag yo
We like lol to the bank though
True talk (Yeah)
Look
best friends
Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin' ass nigga
You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat your ass, nigga
Jelly bean smugglin' fuck-ass nigga
I'll get
"Dateline" are the best exposure
Now you're still, on the news and everybody knows ya
Yeah, yeah
By, my, side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me it's, by
that blick on my side ain't no running from it
Ran it up by myself I ain't come from money
I put you on the wave how you take it from me
I just think
ain't nothin' for ya
Two shots, my allabies, I'm with Joe and De La Hoya
Fight on, ran up in the crib and turned the lights on
Yo get this, Mothafucka!
'cause Jenny Lo across the road gets to hang wit' us fellas
Makin' money makin' money makin' money
Don't wake me up fool I'm busy with all these hunnies
'n' pick up an ounce, but hold up, I gotta pee
Time to flee the scene, on this shopping spree, got that alien OG
Maybe stop at Chipotle get a bowl
chrome grill on the factory rims
Hoes piled up in here all on laps be still
Can't wait to get to the room nimblin' on my ear
Y'all gon' get it just
the knotty-headed nigga, rollin' right
Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when
I ran through more niggas, than any kid that was
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high nigga
You need git
something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high
You need git
thug posse
[Fat Joe]
For the right price, I put any ? up on ice
So for a green card
Terror Squad will carve 'em up real nice
Send 'em to Christ takin'
Everybody running round losing their sanity
Wondering if it's a nightmare or reality
Or maybe, by the time we're hit with a catastrophe
We'll have a new home
(featuring Fat Joe, Ghostface Killah & Polite)
[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo straight up last minute, you know what time it is
Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Word
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
right, Money
This one's for you
Special dedication to the NYC crew
We didn't change much as you can see
And the beats are still hyped up by Hurby
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