Lyrics:
must go, amid joy or weal or woe
For a wanted man, by Uncle Sam, is Biden from Mayo
I've travelled all around the world, great wonders have I seen
I've
quill
Three rings on me like I'm all
No cap, know I never fall
Man, they say I'm gonna ball
Say this shit right here, my call
Lean
Big ol' booty, big key
you!
This is the police
Give yourself up
We have the garage surrounded
Every day this goes on around here!
The years was rollin' by...
We
motherfucker did I studder
With my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle I'm out
[Fat Joe]
Coka baby man you know I already had money
Definition
uh
Man see I remember when I was like fifteen years old and my dad took me to the studio--
I know this is random I'm just trying to take you guys
hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed. is special
For I am a bard but not the last one
I'm am the king and this
have to force me outta this chair daddy
Come on let's get physical, grab me by my hair daddy
Now fuck me hard Joe, fuck me in the ass Joe
Go in on me dry
it, he's not lyin'
But what about the house, man? It's not mine
You should take it easy
("This gonna be fun in fact
It's gonna be better than fun")
can hear him please
Ayo, this shit is quite clear
You got booed in Philly, right here
This a nightmare
You should've punched me in my face when I
yeah
Oh oh oh oh yeah, yeah
Oh oh oh oh
Oh, this is a happy house we're happy here
In a happy house
Oh this is fun, fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun
as Mumm-Ra's
Well, when you look at my pee
And this joint no exception, so just point a direction
And record the pig's oink when I rip his intestine
This
Rain, three million iTunes sold man
I don't give a fuck nigga!
Fight for my life, this is the resurrection nigga!
Hop out the motherfuckin' casket -
My niggas, this Coka
It?s Crackology 101, nigga
I breed you niggas, my sons
The penalty is death and I'm inflictin' the torch
And the best
in the be -X baby!
(Cook coke crack)
[Chorus: Joe]
Sweat is our cologne ? we grindin
House-landin homes ? we ballin
Duece to the game ? we payed
real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime
beefin
Ya'll niggas is rappin ass backwards
I left twenty spots since beginnin this rap shit
All yo papi lo que pasa contigo
Mad cause I'm the only
Look here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation
Microphone cord, a dirty
everbody flees.
& he catch black straight in his back, he on his knees.
Joe was bussin' like a fuckin Russian he barely escaped.
But his right hand man is
Man I miss my dawgs
Mawmaw Myrtle
Mawmaw Pat, that's real
Uncle Joe
Lil Mike
My nigga Lance, thats real
That Katrina storm
Destroyed our home
Left
Ohh! Stat Quo! Here we go!
C'mon, c'mon! You ready? (Ha)
Let's do it, man (Uh, uh, uh, uh-uhh)
Shady, Aftermath
(Sound, without focus, is just
My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece
And now people in the house this is just for you
A little rap to make you boogaloo
Now the group ya hear is
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
ain't shit, that's why she's trying my crew
Pardon me, I move retardedly
This shit is old to me, the real New York is part of me
I'm always shopping,
in the be -X baby!
(Cook coke crack)
[Chorus: Joe]
Sweat is our cologne ? we grindin
House-landin homes ? we ballin
Duece to the game ? we payed
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