Lyrics:
'cause I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on- again!
Yo, call my lawyer
They ran up on me son, ain't nothin' for ya
Two shots, my
window is too easy now we cut throats
No need in alarming varmint
Squandering pondering if they can con ya
I put the stank-on-ya
Out-kast of the family
But you nowhere near it
You can talk a lotta shit, but
We ain't tryin to hear it, nO!
Ya boy Joe back on it, I'm back at it
The same shit that scared
lookin' small like we made 'em compressed
My bars are so cold like the footbridge in February
Put the beat in the coffin, this verse is the obituary
This
Walk, talk, y'all bring in the day, ya'll
Good morning, Sodom and Gomorrah
Good morning, sinners
No, that wasn't your radio sets
On the fritz again
catch that nigga
Hanging out in a Tacoma he own one
Da game is to be sold not to be told
But ya'll knew that, back on
That gin and juice, true dat
Two
pockets fat though, fatter than fat Joe
Yeah its a facto, they in the back row
You a fiasco, my lyrics Van Gough
This ain't your mission, times up you
think I need to sit in ya chair
We could really get physical here and the sky's the limit nigga
I'll put the whole clique in the air baby
So quit
to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas
hater boy just listen put
ya glass in da air let's toast open up say ahh on your
mark set go baby girl gone wild shawty doin it da most
my watch says bur
like a Mac
I wanna take you all over the map
So stop playing games
Cuz these niggas out here
Tryn put ya name and body on the map
I need love cuz babe
kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nahmean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energised
I wanna dedicate this one to the game
that put me
ain't no rules when you in this game
There's ten laws to the game nigga be raised by 'em all
Get ya respect on at all times nigga hustle 'til ya ball
game
Let's put it in my pocket
And they will never know 'bout all the nights that we prayed
All the meetings we took, and all the records we played
Before you stab me in the back
Make you a bitch faster
Dig you a ditch after
Under root's
So they cant find you
Im rollin this tree so fat
You know that
I
lil eater hold up she wanna fuk wit ah trapper I no she ah smoker
Been in da game since a shawty
Still controlling da block wen I broke controller
I
feat. Fat Joe, JuJu, Noreaga
Uh
JuJu
Nore
Fat Joe
Tony Touch
Joe Crack 'the don'
Top of the world, we ain't gonna stop till you earl
got
think I need to sit in ya chair
We could really get physical here and the sky's the limit nigga
I'll put the whole clique in the air baby
So quit
getting fucked up
It's the Faygo and the OE getting sucked up
Bitches put me in a bad mood
Cause I was itching on my nuts,
and their saying that it's rude
Florida
Fat Joe
Big claims
I am the biggest in the game
Great habits
Im a sex addict
My vice is her flyiness
I slide in she wilin
Autopsies in it said I win
ya brain
Pollute ya city cuz I spit that cooked cain
Thanks fat joe cuz you described us best
Now it's non stop packs look at this big mess
You left us
(featuring Fat Joe, Ghostface Killah & Polite)
[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo straight up last minute, you know what time it is
Word up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Word
average joe
Stop callin me a bloke
Pullin back shots like I'm tightenin a Bow
You know about workin for nothing
Workin everyday tryna be Something
In
fo' (woo)
Promise if I kill the pussy, I'll send you home in a Ghost
And we on, Joe, Burberry my winter coat
Germantown my older bitch, she call me
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