Lyrics:
Feelings got cold like my heart was in the blizzard
Give me liquor
I can toast up and celebrate came back to where I fell and had to pick up
Now I'm on this
bullets flying by my titties
Hear em whizzing, when they missing
They ain't hitting nothing like a fight with scary bitches
Joe budden, I would pump it up
the ring with me
Or do circuits in the Gym with me
How can they be the king when I'm "Prince" Naseem?
Run up on a man in a bally in a strally
Me and Muhammed
do anything you hire me to."
Spoken:
"Now ain't you somethin'! So high and mighty with all that muscle! Just go
Ahead, boy. Pick up that hammer,
down my niggas)
(Stunna, Face, Joe Crack the Don)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
You motherfuckers must be crazy
I been doin' this shit since
whut tha deal baybeh, it's Malique from Too Phat
just chillin' in the studio wit' my partner Joe Flizzow
and my partner Reefa, I see my man G-soul
the road and it's shutdown
Boy better know when it's shutdown
Yeah, take time if a man wanna try me, no time
Usain Bolt when I run up on stage
I pick
picks...you name it...
JOE'S GARAGE is a stupid story about how the government is going to try to do away
with music (a prime cause of unwanted mass behavior!
It's the bigshoww!
I left my faith with the man that's livin' up above
I been movin' on my dolo, I can't show no love
Baby I can dick you better
tragedies don’t stop
Stay cool, stay strong
And pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
When You're dripping blood
Pick it up
Pick it up
When Your eyes are shot
Take me higher
Y'all burned yaself I just lit the fire
Joe and the gang said it's getting scary
Cut up the booth call it Michael Myers
They just, wanna,
for the word to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in boxes; Armani tux
Louie sweats, armor
these kids, jeez
Don't give a shit bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it
Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
Pick up
cousins
We ain't got the same blood
Don't call me bruh then
That's Joe
Like Budden
They ain't wanna let me in
Came in like bruh man
Nothing
Just chillin
When a norther started blowin',
And we called out every man
For it'd taken all us hands to hold 'em in
Well, Little Joe, the wrangler,
Was called
a trip but I already fell
I'd walk it off, but I'm on eggshells
Ya boy a one man army
Fighting till he get his name up on the marquee
Bike to the label
There's a man in town all the women know
He goes by the name of Nosey Joe
He don't care if they're married, he takes his pick
Long as they're women,
shit out from a distance
Make him go up like a hiccup
Fuck you, bitch, take some of my dick up
I shoot his throat, tell him pick up
Boo, boo, boo,
to my city
LVP
Where they changing keys
Like the locksmith
Pulled up in a range
Like am fighting all my demons
I was guided by the
Nine milly
Nine milly
tell me where I can find it
I need the oxygen tell me where I can find it
I pick up the case uh-huh
I send it to base uh-huh
That base up in space uh-huh
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
in May
In the Golden Garter I'm gonna wet my whistle today
Last to the bar is a three legged crow
Set 'em up Joe, Set 'em up Joe, Set 'em up Joe.
a side
History
Pick a side, Pick a side, Pick a side
Living by the code, Freeze up like a pose
Flow so cold, tongue is stuck the pole
Pick a side there's
Then they go on by pickin' up a little bit of speed.
Clickity clack
Yonder lies a steel-drivin' man lord lord
Yonder lies a steel-drivin' man
Yonder
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