Lyrics:
my grandfather's fedora and some cheap brut
And went up the street to Joe's with my loot
We met up with some cats we knew from the day
We took
There's an old horror film named
Eaten Alive which is very grim.
About a man who fed his guests to his pet gator
who lived in a pool by the Inn
This
of the best couldn't mess with the boogie down Bronxster
It's heavy promo catchin' beef with Joe
But my man, don't get caught up in these streets alone
they'll
phone
He ain't never pick up
Dump passin' by through the north
For the pick-up drownin' wit' a Glock
Everybody gettin' shook up
In Jail, at the table
I
[Joe]
My dear, my dear, my dear
You do not know me
But I know you very well
Now let me tell you that I c-c-c-c-caught you
My dear, my dear, my dear
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
try it
We'll pick up Hazy Davey and Killer Joe and
I'll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go
They're built like light and they dance like
And other folk
Soaked and soaked
By their joke
Hey, hey, Joe, Joe
Whatcha know, whatcha know?
Hey, hey, Joe, Joe
Whatcha know, whatcha know?
Push
(yeah) , mama, I’ma handyman
I ain’t chasin' you, sorry baby
I been chasin' checks (The runnin' man)
Smokin' and diuffilin', Mojo
Joe Joe rollin' off
At the wheel there sat a big man he weighed about 2-10
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
Big Joe's the name I told him mine
He said the name of my rig's
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
Last to the bar's a three-legged crow
Set 'em up Joe, set 'em up Joe, set 'em up Joe
Set 'em up Joe
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
the beat
Dance-A-Lot and Joe Cooley
Who would ever thought the two would meet?
Yo Tee word
Hit it! Now Peter was a pipe head
Who weighed it by the pound
He
on the block
I ain't got time to waste man
Where this nigga at?
I'm in the Brown hooptie, there he go
I see 'em pullin' up slow in the BM
I popped my trunk
[Fat Joe]
Yeah don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them
know a few
'There are 8 million stories' and they're all made up by you
That's a lie
Yo what else think when Rush, man
Gives you the biggest medallion
right now, pick up a pound
Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now
[ chorus ]
[ outro: fat joe ]
No doubt
Cuban link, baby
'99
Terror
Ima swing by and pick up ya' hoe
Heart full of hate wear the hate on my arm
I'm from a place where you can't make it far
Don't need no bar to make top
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
SHIT when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit
(You say you got guns, then bring that shit) uhhh
(You say
said BRING THAT SHIT when you pick up the mic
I said, "What shit?"
He said HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit
(You say you got guns, then bring that shit)
Hey!
When I walked `round on sunday down in Mexico
I saw an old man standing and I thought it was Joe
Well I stopped, went right and asked: Hey
the air
That shit is unfair
And you know it
Leave that man alone
He just talking his shit from the basement
You gotta know Joe ain't tryna give you the news
.jpg/225px-Joe_Diffie_10-14-17_(cropped).jpg "Joe Diffie")
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