Lyrics:
you know, after they picked that "Truth" beat
I was figuring I was gonna get some more work
But shit just wasn't poppin' off like that
I was
why you playing, see it moving while you twerkin' (See it moving)
Bend it over, turn around, I'm finna hit it with some motion
She say big joe you
come and get me
Look my flow chart deadly
Get it poppin like confetti
This a lesson
Art of war
Sun Tsu Makavelli
Fat Joe said they envy
When they jealous
and just figure it out
I'd rather put on a film with you and sit on the couch
But we should get on a plane
Or we'll be missing it now
The way that things
I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish these
Hope it ain't too many feelings involved
I see niggas in this bitch
Stuntin', poppin
Prince
Atari 2600, I don' done it
See that fat gold chain? Nigga, run it
I got my jimmy hat on 'cause I don't want it
Mike Tyson, who's my opponent?
and a pound of weed
It's on, it's on
[Fat Joe]
Now mami, let's get serious, 'cause by the looks of it
It seems your sexuality is just a little curious
you can get, it's the American Dream bitch
Man I'm a middle finger figure, a million dollar mission
Poppin' like Orville Redenbacher, with
(Uh-oh, close the door!)
Pop my shit, I’mma pop my shit
Wok in me, it’s why I walk like this
If you cross me, you’ll never get me again
I’m forever
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, unh, yo, unh
Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out f***in dudes
ya brain
Pollute ya city cuz I spit that cooked cain
Thanks fat joe cuz you described us best
Now it's non stop packs look at this big mess
You left us
is poppin off
HAHA I hit em up
Outro: 2Pac & Prince Ital Joe
Empty clips, set trip
You know what time it is
Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life till we
problems
We come with them choppas
They call us the Ladder Boys
Cause we get it poppin
We don't do no robbin, all we do is grind
Hustle from the muscle nigga
look like Harley Quinn
We get it in it should be a sin the way we spin the bend
Don’t get it twisted bitch we poppin niggas and we poppin wheelies
But
shaker(shake it like a salt shaker)
Maybe we can talk later(maybe we can talk later)
Fat Joe
When the sun goes down, and my dick grows bigga
How many bitches,
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
'cause we like, yo nigga
Get your mobb on show 'em what a G like
Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno
Niggas poppin, welcome
(D-Diego) (ayy)
(Go Grizz)
I'm poppin', man (yeah)
(Mally-Mall)
Money be dripping like water
Tap in, I want it, I get it (gang, gang)
I got
cause it got you so excited
Now I gotta
Put you on a pussy free diet
Exclusive cat
None for you Average Joe
Sorry Basically Bob
Y'all niggas corn
Swear
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
Toxic's tragic, gotta have it
When you ever feeling lonely, get up on it
Ride this pony, you know I'm toxic
Yo
Bitches be jelly, hoes really be jam
I fuck
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,
Got trees got weed, pop e, cool d
(come on)coca baby youh know it's me; coca baby youh kno it's me
[Fat Joe:]
I don't give a fuck; I don't give
DVD's (ow)
The come-up was crazy
Don't get smacked tryna fuck with us
Fuck with me, baby (ayy)
It ain't easy, I'm goin' easy (oh, oh)
(Gangsta
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