Lyrics:
be a witness
fled out the door with the money in my left hand
still in my right hand running like a wild man
ran to the hide-a-way knowing
in the streets everyday in these projects
I ain't scared nigga, man I'm dyin to get it poppin
[Chorus] + [Interlude]
[Fat Joe]
Pussies loose these
bitch all your getting is a luck pass
Trying to gank me for my ducket
I tried to put you down with the ski & cmt you said fuck it
Only came around when
splintered i
By a gyal who showed love N dashed off like a sprinter
Watch a man ski ski when I press like a printer
I'm articulate, particular I'm really
ain't no dog park why is you walking for the bitch
Like I'm blind
Lean back, Like I'm Fat Joe I be walking wit a stick
Paranormal activities in my pockets
way it's you
It might be Rapper Pooh, or my man Herut
Ev' or Scudda, but ain't you muh'fucker!
It's just a metaphor, your favorite rapper
Is
I just told Pee, "This really niggas' worst nightmare, man
They don't wanna see Lil Baby with the Barbie" (Papi Yerr)
Tell 'em my Nina, my bitch,
As old Joe sat a dyin'
The baby down the hall was cryin'
Somebody had a party goin' on
The fat boy you told tales to
Moved away the other day
It's been 7 years, man
I left at the height of my career, man and I'm coming back
It's like I'm starting all over again
It don't matter what I
am the crown
Bend the knee
Fat pussy energy
Come up off killing niggas
Black Roxie Hart
X'd them lames out my circle
Found my center like darts
Sippin'
and the rat-a-tat-tat by Max or Philly Joe
On we go
{all together}
(lyrics not printed)
[Doodlebug]
The season's been fat like some boom
Doodlebugs math jazz
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
Phyilisophical my verses be channeling Aristotle
Keep up my word play getting phenomenal
My flow snow man these haters gettin abominable
Yeah we caught a vibe but
SHE GIVE ME BRAIN LIKE A MIND READER (MIND READER)
FAT ASS SMALL WAIST SHE A MAN EATER (MAN EATER)
ZAN EATER POP PILLS B PLAN EATER (HUUH)
on a song on some free shit
Pockets too fat like a nigga obese I don't play bout my niggas, I don't play by my team
Man, mama raised a soldier, I ain't
Oh shit, fuck is my watch at? Shit man, fuck
Nah man, nah man, hell nah
These bitches is frontin'
The fuck the shit go?
Them drug gangstas
Yo son,
Oh shit, fuck is my watch at? Shit man, fuck
Nah man, nah man, hell nah
These bitches is frontin'
The fuck the shit go?
Them drug gangstas
Yo son,
plug you'll be up
Feel like everybody's making it by faking it
On link up with Ski masks trying to make a hit
On GRM in a bentley with a hard bodied
my blunt and that's fat joe
Never tryna stunt this hoe telling me I'm mad dope
I Heard your little song that shit sounded like a bad joke
Brain blast
I ain't 'bout a
Lot of y'all dawg, man, I need my bitches
I need my bitches
My Switzerland and bitches, the nasty
Filthy and the sleazy bitches
My
[Murs]
I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober
Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra
Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my
Fat Man, Fat Man coming
Big bands, big bands, run it
Fat Man, Fat Man coming
Big bands, big bands, run it
Fat Man, Fat Man coming
Big bands, big
of the stu for being sloppy
Joe$ya mane
Don't treat music like it's a hobby
Beat sales going crazy man they cop it like is molly
And the beats hit hard like
a doggie all on my bone
I met another girl her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with a man
When I met Ann, I shook her hand
We ended up
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