Lyrics:
Speakin of my sanity man i lost it
Come wit me
If you tired of this planet baby we off it
We post up
With ski masks
In the warzone i took they lives i
Fat Joe:
Baby u could keep a secret
Calca
Cribs Mania
Hey, hey
Fresh off the runway
Pair white nikes
Phantom top drop on that I nine five
By accident
I found a room to rent
Above a bar they called little Joe’s
It was a big old shack
Off the beaten track
But man, I was tired of the road
the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled
Kept me out in Cali with my eyes open barely
Blowin' and spinnin', goin' down Bennett
Drop six-fo', three-wheel
That turn blonde in the sun
Creepy Uncle Joe
And the kids used to come up and reach in the pool and rub my leg down
Creepy Uncle Joe
It was straight
and someone's speaking
No lie no lie we all need a break sometime sometimes
Baby you gone be mine by this evening)
I Send a Ski emoji (Ahaa)
And told her don't
, where're you going with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, I said where're you goin' with that gun in your hand?
I'm gonna go shoot my ol' lady
You know I found
crack, since fat joe made em lean back
I'm running up the score for sure, if they want war nigga
I'm God's machine, what you thinking I'm built for
Man, I
Okay, stand by, take one
Ski, what the fuck is this
Yeah, somebody hold me down
Yeah, yeah, tell Shawty come bust it down
Yeah, yeah, somebody hold
to fear
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hop out with that blrdd, ski mask on my face
You can't tell if it was either me or herm
Bottom that Glock so goddamn fat, I
nothing to do
When winter came around, it was so cold out
I needed 2 coats just to walk to Joe's house
When it snowed and I saw a car driving down my road
I
more tricks than a Hunts Point ho
Search for beats with my man called Show
Then I shoot the gift with my man Fat Joe
I put hits together just like
that big bomb pillows take ya way back
My back is getting smaller and my man ain't callin' back
If he don't call by tomorrow
I'm gonna have to start
each wrist just 'cause a nigga can (can)
You're a part of my life now but you weren't part of the plan (ski)
You hit me up and said, "Make a song 'bout
Look, look
These niggas lied to me way back
Said this was where my buck stop
Ridin' right by in my fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop
a rhythm like a syllable
Man I run this shit like a principal
Ski mask on these niggas I'm invisible
When I talk to you
Humble nigga I'll show you what them
know we're about to achieve
Going on missions with Ski Ski
Mashing in work behind scenes
Come through with my style on lock what
I'm gonna let this vibe
like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
Dj Kay Slay, The Drama King
Fat Joe, 50 Cent
New York City, had to happen
It's about
and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls
GI Joe in panty hose is making room for the one and only
King for a day, princess by dawn
King for
fat ass, one flat ass
Nigga hit the switcheroo on my black ass
Ever seen Joe's Jeans on a jackass?
And my bitch got on tights with a tack ass
I'm a fly
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
the lambs
To my man Jazzy Jay, silence the lambs
To my partner Diamond D, silence the lambs
To my man Fat Joe, silence the lambs
[A.G.]
Now who's stepping
and Destroy)
Oh hey man. that might be alright for fucking Joe rock and roll band comes through town
But we ask a lot of out fucking fans here man
We know you
hoe
Game is sold, never told, I suppose I chose that
Feel like a Don, Joe Crack
Wiseguy now W-Why stop now
I ain't biding my time like Joe Facts
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