Lyrics:
weren't for me
White walls with no windows, type of shit that make me go crazy
Workin' in a prison or a fuckin' penitentiary
Let me be free
I'm an eagle,
[N'Sync]
Baby talk to me
So you can see
(Second chorus)
Yeah, what's going on
Hey, what's going on
Somebody tell me what's going on
I'll tell you what's
King Kong down in Hong Kong
Show in Brooklyn fuck the 9-9
Booger sugar hit by my slime
Subway pregame feeling sublime
Postgame Joe's to dine and wine
I
from behind the counter, I saw a man
A chef hat on his head and a knife in his hand
He grabbed me by the collar and began to shout
"You'd better eat
on
I'll tell you what's going on
Nelly:
What's going on 'cross the seas?
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers, indeed
Got mommas
In Salt lake city, Joe says I, in standing by my bed
"They framed you on a murder charge"
Says Joe "but I ain't dead"
Says Joe "but I ain't dead"
[1st verse (Oo - backing vocals on each line)]
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Alright. I'm goin down to shoot my
I guess I was born with
The curse of foresight
I knew Joe was only gonna represent the war side
That said, I just came to fight
You can keep the 'Or
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
Eye Joe?
Have you ever seen a man with a hole in his shoe?
Does more hopping than a kangaroo
Pants held up with binder twine
Slipping back in that old
I can run it up with you but you might sing like NSYNC
I ain't finna drown just because another nigga sink
I'm too busy doing my dirt all by my lonely
so special 'bout him ay, he ain't all that shit
I set the city in fire have you seen that shit?
Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe
No
Dale
Born in the Nineties the best of the eras
It cost like Ninety for that new panamera
I seen it in her eyes mascara
Need the bread with
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
ain't with that cool shit, I'm with that ra-ra
JAY-Z wouldn't battle Nas if Nas killed Ty Ty (he wouldn't)
Pookie rollin' over in his grave, you got him
Ignored by the masses, but loved by a few
A bearded man came up to Joe and said
I have a job for you
You see I'm part of the traveling circus in town
a ke fetla diyawa
Gotta pay me by the hour
How do you hate on someone
As fit as me
Who's gonna outlive you
I've been living through it all
From
Tonight I'm holding on so tight
To my confession
Defined by hidden light
You're my obsession
Don't want to let you go
Until we both drown
In
of the best couldn't mess with the boogie down Bronxster
It's heavy promo catchin' beef with Joe
But my man, don't get caught up in these streets alone
they'll
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun of your hand?
Hey Joe, I said, where you goin' with that gun in your hand? Oh
I'm goin' down to shoot my old
a fuckin' bid
It's time to separate the real from the phony
The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me
I come equipped with the ruff shit
Nowadays I
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun of your hand?
Hey Joe, I said, where you goin' with that gun in your hand? Oh
I'm goin' down to shoot my old
the Jimmys
Do you love us yet?
Hey guys I’m Claire
I play guitar
I’m in a band
We’re the best by far
Let’s sit down
And drink some tea
And here’s some
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