Lyrics:
Though everybody dies
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days it's hard to tell
Who really cares
[Fat Joe]
Yeah uh Terror Squad. (TS)
No Limit fam.
Uh TS. (TS)
Yeah yeah yeah uh.
NY to the NO.
Puttin it down like what.
Don
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
on trap, I'm on ground
Where's my crown
We get it, we gotta go
Fucked up on the block, we get
Fucked up in the spot, we get
Fucked up in the car, all these
Everybody say
Yeah, it's 50 Cent an' Lloyd Banks
An' Young Buck an' Joe, G Unit
Baby, I wanna rock 'n' roll, wit Joe to the come up
An' still
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
front of you
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour
And hit em up
Chorus
Grab ya
right there
That's the 2's and the 5's
* bag rustling *
Joe gimme that, the fat, the fat cap, fat cap
Yeah..
* train rolls in *
Aight * shaking
friends so i switch it up for a second and get all the guys in
You Talkin' slick so i call up my bodyguards nigga no i'm not talking Joe Biden
You talkin'
[Pharoahe Monch]
GET THE FUCK UP!
Simon says "GET THE FUCK UP!"
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
Queens is in the back
now I'm bustin' at you
So fuck you dude
[Chorus]
Dedicated to my homeboy Pac
Love daddy
Facemob in the house
Fat Joe and it don't stop
Come on
from J Prince
She get it poppin', I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch
Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm hijacking
Yah Yah, big big talk, your boy Fat Joe
Chllin’n with LyrikCool, this joint called LyricisEM
Florida, stand up!
(Hook)
Will’n, you hope that I write
get serious, 'cause by the looks of it
It seems your sexuality is just a little curious
You got a friend, we could gather then split
If not, I got
up his wound
Youngs a nursing major, planning out the moves
I get the tweezers, operate until the glass is removed
The bleeding slowly stopped, Joe was
motherfucker Peter (whip it up, yeah)
Yeah, my name Joe I'm named after my grandpa
These motherfuckers calling me "Josip" (let's go, yeah)
He was a chef cooking
How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame
Pharoahe fuckin' Monch, ain't a damn thing changed
Yo yo get the fuck up!
Funk Doctor Spock said get
fucked up in the game now
You're lame, y'all get your lyrics from Narcos
Fabulously fabricated crime fantasy Fargo
God bodies behind bars y'all see
to match,
By the time I get done you’ll already be attached
I’m the type of nigga you can introduce to momma,
Then I beat it up call it blunt force trauma,
right up now
Didn't get a whole lot of hate before
But everybody showing me the love right now
I drop the beat
Then I make another cause you know I gotta
I woke up one day in Vacaville
Round the corner from the pen
Fat house on the hill
All the homies in the pen straight locked down
But I gotta get
my dreams like a knee cap
Like fat Joe lean back
Rip stacks please say hello up in heaven if you can see Shaq
Came along way from the weed pack
Damn
hard fever
Switch from the bald head to the dark Caesar
Used to be the capsules, now they love the plastics
I ain't tryna get caught up in this
For real
I'm really silly
So lean back
Like your name is Fat Joe
Put the terror in ya squad
Cuz God
Can give the go
Ayo ayo ayo
What's up? I'm on a roll
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