Lyrics:
go on, it's time to drop a few bombs
(Get busy, G, go on and take ‘em to school)
Yeah, it's time spread the jewels
I ask you about Malcolm and you tell
Brand new whip, brand new keys, hotel room ain’t paid by me
Everybody know Yayo made my beat, ain’t no body gon' take my seat
I want a big ass crib,
dealt, didn’t fold em
Weight on My shoulders big enough for 10 Boulders
10 Toes down in the field Like a soldier
Im flawless find one expose it please
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
Whole Bunch of bitches who fucking soft
Just shoulders left heads I'm knocking off
cnd it's free of charge take a seat by the bar
In a bordello with a few
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
the field but no Turner
I just wanna be the man, no Juwanna
Big ass house with some land like a farmer
Big ass blower like a fan when it warm up
I been
Chorus 2x
I wanna make a million
Illegal got a billion
Yo Joe take a trillion
Malique got change for a zillion?
Verse 2 (Malique)
Well if I had a million
I don't pick up the phone when you dialing
I been fucked up tonight, got me spiraling
Just saw you walk in, good timing
Always take it left field, Joe
Perignon Dom, hotter than Prada, hot now
Hotter tomorrow, hot as Nevada
Las Vegas, lost wages then I shook it off
Strip club why don'tcha take it off
and all.
After the 16th act, they said the boss was gonna take the stage and. I am one gigantic Springsteen fan so I was right there in the wings, as close
(after the song ends)
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up...Take a tip from Joe, do like he did,
toting, drinking
Riding on our motherfucking enemies
Have you lost your fuckin' mind?
Joe, you're making a terrible mistake i'm
Not gonna let you make it
down by the riverside
We've got the radio and a warm breeze
And A Big bright Moon filling up he sky
Let's forget about the world tonight and take
I took five shots and I felt it in my soul
I gave him five back and he felt it in his skull
She stripping softly like its velveted velcro
Jump me by
'Coz tonight I'm gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou
Goodbye Joe, I
speakers got that rattle back
I'm flashin metal when I was attacked by
A couple pretty bitches that was begging me to pick em up
And take em in and fuck
cause D's Never Accurate
With Dumb Niggas Around like
You should spit that
Shit back remember Cortez did that shit?
That was just a target so I take
what I've seen in the clubs, You a Drink Champ
You a influencer but I don't see the impact
I'd rather take a small pond over a fish tank
Big Macs,
gotta go me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne the sweetest one me oh my oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
whoa, tell me what it take? Whoa
Tell me what it takes, whoa, grab the duct tape, huh
We not the same gang, whoa, ho, I bang, bang, whoa
I'm with La
Steady bearing your soul to the world, you undressed
Surrounded by your successors and the whores you ain't fucked yet
That's how I was gettin' it, I
Yeah
Yeah
Straight up
I don't wanna mix my words
So let me set things right
Two big blades with the curve
You would never best this fight
You don't
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
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