Lyrics:
heavy metal
I could never stop put the petal 2 da metal
Sum 1 go call me a lawyer cuz i kill da instrumental
Catch me in the guetto i want my money by da
stackin' fat papers
Get Eye'd in the Phantom by the Bad Neighbors
The labels, strategized profit, concoctin'
They promised there'd be ladies Like Water For
play bout them bands
If you lift up them sticks
You surrounded by trumpets
Kill instrumentals to strengthen my mental
Naw I don't kill them been being
M.O.P., kept it hardcore, from Onyx to DMX
Now it's on Soundscan sells and BDS
When the Fat Boys, to Big Punisher and Fat Joe
EPMD, to me was, the best
Foxxx, Bunchy The Fat Bastard, Naughty By Nature and all the real thugs out there
(Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich)
Keep it comin'!
(Outlaw
Look, look
These niggas lied to me way back
Said this was where my buck stop
Ridin' right by in my fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop
Got a backpack filled
With that No. 2 lapiz
Pencil down my rhymes
'Cuz my flows be choppy
Claimin' that they G.I.
But they Joe too sloppy
See ya
come on the scene
Better get on the floor shake it dance for me floor shake it dance for me
Bring ya girlfriends by we got somewhere to be
Yea You know
remix, remix
Remix, remix, remix,
[Verse 6: Fat Joe]
All these n*ggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff
Lloyd; Recorded by Stu Frank
Verses are interchangeable with Haul Away, Joe; these are a sort of
hash from R. Greenhaus, D. Diamond, S. Hugill. First verse
as fresh, I belong in a morgue
Say you the plug, Where is the cord
100 on the way, Be gone by the morn
Trappin' be my fitness, Sellin' dope be the sport
Live
The ass was fat the pussy average
She couldn't even walk the next day I did some damage
Hold on hold on
Lemme get back on topic
Last nigga played now out
see the bottom
I'm like Fat Joe cause I'm all the way up
Well you whack though, and that's facts though
Well you all the way suck
Get your arteries cut,
move left nigga check my C
Slouch ass nigga she don't need no bean bag
Loan a bitch a hundred ima need my bean back
Whip out the wood
Fat Joe watch her
I don't know if you if you have heard of me
But by now you should know should know
Yeah
Will I find out who I was meant to be?
When I get where I
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
the D and the 4
Birthplace of the rhyme, punchline, and metaphor
Home of nameless as well as the famous
You'll find a Kool Herc, Fat Joe, and a Larry
vibb kald men æ varm når æ still her
Rulle opp en fat joe når mann her må lean back
Big blonde bae gi mæ bj i bean bag
Æ trur itj på at yoga gjør dæ zeny
to copy but they just can't sketch it
Some try to follow but they just can't catch it
With the boom boom tap, yeah alla dat
Huh, I'm livin fat, me fall
Mrs. Mary Mac, all dressed in black
She's rather fat, and she, carries a bat
She's the nosiest lady on the block when it's hot
Cops get shot when we
the type to spit on microphones and leave em deformed
Babu cuts into Alchemist instrumentals
Gemini, this Twin Peaks like David Lynch do
Or does, bustin'
on designer shoes
In the trap sacking up dope
And I'm fresh as a fool
I let her suck my dick for fun
But she had a baby by you
That SV watch freeze
Love me
the count, everybody
When I drop fat styles that ain't your simple blahzay blah
Lodi Dodi average Joe Simpleton with a average flow
Have to go after you
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