Lyrics:
will just get rid of you
Leave you in that critical it's
Joey crack the don
You don't even know me
Got hundred homies and bodes
With chromies that
!
(Voice: Joe) you call Sally, I'll call Sue
(Voice: Jim)
We'll grab the bus to the Central Park Zoo!
(Voice: Joe)
Hey don't delay, please do it right away
and catch the monkeypox
I'm just sayin' y'all do know how it be gettin' spreadin'
I disrespect niggas every year and I don't regret it (I don't)
Let's talk
Intro:
Here comes international Grime artist, Eyez,
It’s Eyez, man
I don’t box like Dillian Whyte
But I’ve got boxes if you’re dealing with white
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'n' Mama said it was
money
If not, Make a Wish, Wish
You don't Drip, Drip
When I hit the clip, It's no limits
Cause behind my back, They chit chat
Make 'em lean like Joey
comin', and I up it and dump it (baow, hoo)
Shit, I'm into gettin' some money (on god)
Put dot on yo ass, he gon' do it for nothin' (grraow)
That lil'
Maybe its the way I do (Keep mamies like)
Joe I wanna fuck wit you (Keep sayin' that)
I don't know what it is
All I know it that this chick
Is gon'
tellin' what this clip and the mac'll do
Ask Timb, I got the beat by kidnappin' Maganoo
In other words don't fool with us
Aiyyo Timbaland, tell 'em what
games I'm a real nigga Joe
That's how it go haha
Real nigggas I don't see em where they at I don't see em yeah I'm looking everywhere but ain't no real
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
niggas like it's '04
Next to Copeland's on Broadway
More money, more ways, the more clickin'
The more waitin'
Don't be annoying, hittin' my phone all day
and kicked open the door
Lay Joey's body on the cold floor
Now I'm trippin' and I don't
Know what to do
Light some candles to brighten up the room
Standin'
CBass, bitch look, look, Joey
Akachi on the beat, 'lil bitch
I'm in a rush baby
Watch the way I mix it 'fore I serve it
So extra
I prolly got
snakes close by, I can feel it in my gut
Got my junk in the front of the foreign
Don't really do old schools to me that shit boring
Y'all all the same,
to the color of green
Money, money, ain’t it lovely what them hunnids will do
Or green like envy that’s concealed inside of my team
Love me, love me, don’t you
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, unh, yo, unh
Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out f***in dudes
want it today
Noisy pack in my wrap
Hennessy in my cup
Ginger ale if I chase
But I really don't do that much
I really don't have that time
You
"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits please.
There's 5 more acres in the lower 40 I got to plow."
And mama said it was a shame
get rid of you
Leave you in that critical it's
Joey crack the don
You don't even know me
Got hundred homies and bodes
With chromies that run up on me
afford the price
It'll cost you, I'll off your life!
You soft, I told you I'm raw white when I'm on this mic
Still mourn at night, don't wanna see mornin
Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
It's that Rick Owen boot, they be knee-high, man
Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle
Man, she
smoked out and can't be trusted, I can't kick it wit
Niggas like you, used to be in my crew
Goddamn, they don't make niggas like they used to
I
it's the remix baby
Now let me get into it
N do it how I do it
Yeah, long hair don't care like the Jewish
Garbage man
I'll be dumpin'
And I eat
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