Lyrics:
Richard Fagan/Joe Collins, Of Music, Inc (ASCAP/Life's A Pitch/Joe Collins Music (ASCAP)/Foray Music administered by EMI Music (SESAC)
Hey hoe come
action like I’m Joe Jackson
Damn, who got beef
I feel like Lil Scrappy in this bitch
Young dog spitting bars, Lil Scrappy in this bitch
Nigga stuck inside
daddy's daddy rolled like a stone, denying his lead role
My daddy broke the chain
Far from perfect, close to G.O.D. though
He parented hard like Joe Jackson
you either Joe James or Troy Davis.
Where co-defendants turned strangers ain't that perfect?
Prison prayer can't save ya they ain't churches
Chorus
of Joe Jackson's kids
I ain't get this nice overnight, it just happens when you practicing
I got some accolades under my belt
Pussy like butter the ones
turn razors where you either Joe James or Troy Davis. Where co-defendants turned strangers ain't that perfect prison prayer can't save ya they ain't
that I'm soarin
Racing round the track 24 gordon
iPhone's almost dead time to put that cord in
Runnin down the field vince howard lamar jackson
I'm
Joe Jackson, I beat the sun up
Smart kid, but got dumb luck
The young waveland boy, on my south shit
Yeah they making noise, but they ain’t bout
am not lying
I'm the student that never studied but passes In the back of Joe's Caprice, drinking Smoking
And laughin' And I don't know what to do with
don’t be having the same rinse as me
When i come around still bring good energy
Cause i rap now everybody a kin of me
But by myself i be
Focused
you know what
There's nothing smart about you Joe
47 years
You've done nothing
And if you would have had
Let me just tell you something Joe
If you would
If I see you in my dreams
I won't ever go to sleep
And I think she tweaking
I'll be gone by the weekend.
Baby we not speaking
Nah, Joe Budden got some
words and music by Joe Jackson)
Take what you want
But just what you need
For survival
Take what you want
But just what you need
For survival
I used to kick it with a brother named, Moe
Moe used to kick it with a brother named, Joe
Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha
homies a Whether be
Fred Dogg S P double E D why cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe be
Tomorrow's forecast: flurries motherfucker
Snowman in full effect so play
The odd side 'til April
The tapes will grow so we
Can by posters
steady in the way so I'm all up on your ass hoe
My cars don't come from dealerships
Straight from the factory you lil bitch
Got a bad lil hoe with a sick
But all I want is bandz no Grambling (Uh huh)
I'm from Jackson do your research it get cracking peep the t-shirts
They not so much designer we get
secret
Charles would even call it a gift
The names Manson so here ya go have some cid
Shit I don't think that's what he meant by gifts
I just wish I had
love of music to entertain his friends by creating custom made mix tapes he sold to friends. His tapes were so well-received he was invited to DJ
love of music to entertain his friends by creating custom made mix tapes he sold to friends. His tapes were so well-received he was invited to DJ
to the sun, I get harassed by the ton
Want to beat you for money son, I'll smack him for fun
I represent the east baby, that's where I'm from
I'll smoke you
kERPLUNK!
Doublepump's only power for gutterpunks
It's harder to run the factory for Puffalumps
New kid on the block, Glock locked by Euclid
It up
And if you
front ten more
Always yes and I barley hear no
I been about my Jacksons like the nigga Joe
There's a couple things y'all niggz need to know
Most the time
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