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anybody should wanna know who wrote this song
Just tell him Big Joe was here this morning
Well he was here this morning, yeah, but now he's gone

Muzzle Toe

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

right in your face
Play this a lot smarter

{Joe Mafia}
Low avalanche, wobblely stance, ask for rain dance
We the same cats blazing your lab
Wu-Capone

The silencers work to muffle that sound
Snuck through tools and on the low down
Gangstas give it up, what
Big cups of Goose stay filled-it up, we stay four

anybody should wanna know who wrote this song
Just tell him Big Joe was here this morning
Well he was here this morning, yeah, but now he's gone

Bust a Slug

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance
Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me
I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3

face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th

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

favorite doubts
And since yesterday's covered with clouds, I can't say I miss it
I turn to my left and I see Old Joe in the Louvre
I knew him so well back in

Step by step we climbing the ladder 
Don't take L if it does not matter
We roll low key with a big big stepper 
We always up till mid morning 
4am we

the pattern for me
As I listen to his story about how he once had the glory
The saddest story I ever heard
Big homie was known for flipping a bird or two
He

Turner with that fuckin' burner, if you
Try me though

Try me if you wanna, gon' be dead by the Morning
So that nigga pulled up loafing, and then I left

the morning (YEAH)

Jack Regione
Regione
Jack Regione
Regione
Fuck Regione
Regione
Fuck Regione
Regione

Joe I just want your to know your a sick bastard
Your

What you need?
I need a nigga with loose-lick hips
I need a model with some big, fake lips
I just did X in the bathroom stall
On a B-list star,

get Money and I fuck Bitches
And they bout to fade ya hood because ya Big Homie out here snitching on Black and White
Catch you right there

unexpected
Twenty-eight so soon, I was affected
I was twenty-six, his death hit home
I hoped that he and Cube would write new songs
And Joe and Cube would

Glory

David Wilcox

Turning Point

1997

Well, I'd be dead by thirty-three
That was my best guess
But hey, here I am this morning
Singing happy birthday to me

As I clean up all this mess

Tantalizing touches, succulent skin
We should wed
Start off broke then stay together
'til we make it big
My queen is english, Sojourner Truth
I could learn from

Farmer's Prayer

Dave Dudley

Songs About the Working Man

1964

livin' in the shack

Every morning Lord I I get up and look at the sky
And I know if I'm gonna work the sun's gotta shine
I'm gettin' old Lord before my

be United like Stateside
I would have blown up by then like Joe

Me and broski just vibin' with it
Are you hearin' the beat? Man's slidin' with it

favorite Runtz
Couldn't swim with the big fishes so the nigga sunk
Can't forget my baby my burner nickname Timmy Turner
Yea, extended magazine Double XL

Keep it real Terricks yo Waddle
Explosion I'm about to blow
We don't give up for this syd oh no
Me ne Gvng step ohoo
Swag on fleek
Dix is by the way
Big

Meanwhile, in cmerica enslaved cfricans fought back, not just like Nat Turner, Queen Nanny and Toussant Louveture, they also fought back in their own

tightly
Earning all the glory
N all the morning glories
Sacrificing stories for a house with many stories
Before I end my beautiful ass stories
I'm earning

a lame I'm out here chasing glory

Glorious times immortalized by these glorious rhymes
The notorious mind
The story goes on and on and on
Glorious times