Lyrics:
joe
Look
By now y'all niggas done know 2x
Niggas hate they could blow on dick
You talkin' too hot, you get put on a screen
I ain't talkin bout Nolan
Eyes red lips dry nigga bloodshed
Satisfy always high nigga enough said
Intensify more love nigga mislead
By beauty her charm nigga been dead
Shots
four-twenty-five and you can keep that
Hand me a crack sack and watch me make a big gap
Nigga, I'ma ride long and super fat, jack
'Cause I'm a dope dealer,
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
Whats up lil bitch
Okey-dokey hokey pokey make the bitches Joe me Joe
Diamonds dancing like they doing the fucking Macaroni
I can't play round in
I'm on that 16 fat joe ain't nothing can stop
I'm all the way up, but I ain't high nah I don't trip
Miss may with NDAs I got loose lips
I'm way
Stuck on your fat ass
Ain't help a whore, As if
Chance listen for more
Can't be purchased or searched
Bitch, you ain't worth shit
Why
I'm the underground
oceans for emotions, sick
Got me shaking his hand with an open fist
What's he notice in my
Grasp besides the calluses?
A soul that's trapped by
My mind's
Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands
Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and
Spend that cash dog, drink the Henny and
Freak that girl like
bills
No hands my favorite type of windmills
Only now and then do I drink champagne
Like I said in Big Up I strictly fucks wit Covasea
You
rockin' the deep purple face Rolex
My liver used to be a pool of liquor, Joe Gomez
Villa Honegg, in Switzerland, just to rejuvenate
Listen to what's not
see the flashes on the frozen ocean
Static charge of the cold emotion
Watched on by the distant eyes
Watched on by the silent, hidden spies
But still
the get-a-long game would come through and make amends,
And by the end of the week they were all super friends.
G I Joe would get all riled up again,
Guns
untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a n**** wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I
leaders lift their hands to Baal
Let's say we'll ban assault
Then assault them when they can't revolt
Divide them by impulses, hide Abrahamic vs Occult
I
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
the salamanders showing
Of the "touch of evil" tinted black and white
Seventeen fat ripe rats hold stacks of juniper pie aloft
Thirty-four clever rat hands are
a cock up pon mi conky, me no go waste no talk
Me like dem belly flat and dem cunkoo fat
Dem coulda come one by one or coulda roll in a pack
Nuff feel
a cock up pon mi conky, me no go waste no talk
Me like dem belly flat and dem cunkoo fat
Dem coulda come one by one or coulda roll in a pack
Nuff feel
clockwork
(Ring, ring)
It’s shower time!
“Come on big boy, you’re all mine”
Ah, I cry! Fat Joe trying to rape me, not again
Would've thought he got enough
sweet bitches seem to only love flakes
Fuck
Without that pain I might be stuck
Fat bitch wife four kids
Livin' in a house pulled by a truck
Check to check
WarZone, you can't bring heem back
Where the fat booty bitches at tell her bring yo back
Skinny nigga call me Fat Joe, I was leanin back
I was in the field
dude, hunt ya down with tools
Repsect my presence, I step with weapons
You fall in seconds
Its all in the code of the streets, we go by it and stop
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
I
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