Lyrics:
Man these bitches hoes, and these niggas hoes
Ballin’ on these niggas, number one like I’m DRose
Switch make a big nigga lean back like he Fat Joe
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
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
a hand tug me then turnin around I peeped the lovely
Fly face fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly said
"Compliments of Bugsy " then took me across
found my soul mate finally
But one day I found out she actually owned a copy
Of Joe dirt on DVD
Oh, no! I said
Hey! Are we lobbing hand grenades, kiddo?
thirty feet the fat lace
10 for the rafters
Cut the other 20 in the 4 or 5 after
'Til each one on checkerboard J & J classics
Pose when he go to kick
His
Yeah. Uh. Joe crack the don!
Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Terror squad, its our time!
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh, woo
Lil WooWoo da Real Baby Joe
Gotta watch myself n all dez new cuz most of em foe
Want get to close or show my hand or let it be exposed
I’m Neva
a doggie all on my bone
I met another girl her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with a man
When I met Ann, I shook her hand
We ended up
from the beginnin'
You know the suckers hand be hidden
Intense knocking your block with some sense
Pe got more jewels than dead presidents
the sword
The forbidden
The six man be sinning from the beginning
The suckers hand be hidden
Intesne
Knocking your block with some sense
PE got more
Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up
It's the New Era like a cap
But I ain't cappin'
Bringin' new terror like Joe but I ain't fat'n
The fact is
Kill
I always told you, you're special
Born, not made
Hidden with care
A real boy now
A real boy needs a real name… Joe
Joe?
I ain't a druggy but I take
I'm lurkin'
Homie its murder
Yayo is a clip inserta
I sneak in ya crib like a burglar
Homie I'm gangsta
Fat Joe the boy is a wanksta
I come through
fade ya like a record, I'ma play ya
Like suede Pumas, clides, fat laces on a mayor
Deliver like a mailman, slide into your crib-o
Rather have a limo
Hold up lil mama
Let me spit some game
Yea i seen you round da way
Joe Kent's da name
You need to get an education
Get yo life in order
You in school
Yeah. Uh. Joe crack the don!
Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Terror squad, its our time!
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh... woo
Before you stab me in the back
Make you a bitch faster
Dig you a ditch after
Under root's
So they cant find you
Im rollin this tree so fat
You know that
I
the heart
Slim Spigga n fat joe, all set let's go let's go
the meaning of this song
I think everybody should know
my style is like no other
when I speak it's
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (woah)
Let you have a problem they won't even
the visitors
When really we just tapping in algorithms from within us
Hidden from getting clutched by the wicked ones
I'm the only physician it's not forbidden
(Hidden truths are tasked)
Chambers
(Echoes making noise)
You´re on the radio
You big, fat daddy´o
Aliens hear you in their UFO´s
Santa Claus drops by soon
my nephew, so you know we got the juice
Loose lips sink ships, trip this for a second
I'm all the way up on this Fat Joe record
Don't let me down,
a hustler all my life gimme six stacks,
Cop my self a quarter kite I can flip that,
Cook it till its solid white tell 'em hit that,
Big fat Os of that
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