Lyrics:
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
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 player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still a hater
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
don't play by the rules, but I play quite fair
And if you handed me a pen and said sign right there
I'd say give me 20 minutes Imma' be right there
With
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
you sent me this note?
What's all this nonsense?
Of course not!
Don't look at us!
She's not with you, then?
Of course not!
We're in the dark ...
Yeah I'm nice and I don't care if you know
Cause all you really need to understand is how hard I'm rulin with Joe
And the streets is no place for late
I chalked it up to bad karma
See most people don't believe in karma
Anymore but obviously I still do
Cause for instance you got
Famous for killin'
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
to yourself
Speakin' of, rest in peace Sandra Bland
I'm believin' everything that wasn't on that cam
But back to you, beauty, let me address our lil'
in magazines
In magazines!
We can play a duet
I can follow girl
And you take the lead
And I mean
I’ll be the first chair up in your symphony
Baby
him an F! (2x)
“Come on man!”
I’d give him an F!
Joe gives money away
For this and that.
But you gotta remember
What’s up with that.
that I waited
Mapulani with that guy called Patience
Your family believes in you
And you got a whole gang that believes in you
And you got that little
I've seen you the first time in Trogny's bar
But I'll see you later, we'll talk of black
We'll meet up for sure, oh will we not?
Away from all
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
ain't fit with the squad
But if you easy best believe me
Then the vapors go up Shawty fly cause she keep the indo nipped in her clutch
And I can tell
our shadows entwine
In this synthwave city, your hand in mine
As the night fades into electric blue
In this retro future, I'll be with you
Midnight
Yeah!
Check it out check a check a check it out
Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this?
I can't get played cause I roll
lived by the gun I never ran from one
(You know I'll find my way, find my way)
(Find my way, find my way in the sun)
(In the sun, in the sun, ey I'm gonna
believed I was healed by the promised Holy Spirit
When I believed I was sealed in you
Come on keep singing keep singing when I believe
When I believed I was
no one comes in pity but his maid
to help with the records
rewarded by efforts that she made to set the sailing straight and smooth
again
richard
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
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