Lyrics:
my nephew, so you know we got the juice
Loose lips sink ships, trip this for a second
I'm all the way up on this Fat Joe record
Don't let me down,
friends so i switch it up for a second and get all the guys in
You Talkin' slick so i call up my bodyguards nigga no i'm not talking Joe Biden
You talkin'
up
There's only one legend alive
The rest you gotta dig up
You acting like it's hard roast ya
I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on your
Whole-time my Black is heaven sent
My Black is elegant
My Black is relevant to anything you put it in
What's Jim Crow to what God chose?
What's a new deal
the love
We fuck hoez and bust slugz, Nigga
Why in da world would you put me in da position
To put niggaz out of commission, love, willin and wishin
to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thing, Yeah
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Ain't no tellin' what a bitch will
vibin like me. Cuz ya energy ain't like me. How lame dat sound. Let ya walk like me. I know ya don't want me to make it in da rap game, but I'm gonna get
gangsta)
Would've never been shit without the Bad-Ass Banksta (The little punk)
Now he's gonna play on out (Like a mark)
Had to put his fat foot in his
that
Put it on ya toes that's a price tag
Xanny got me slow you ain't like that
Cookie in the cone you ain't like that
Reppin' San cntone you ain't like
good in da devilz eyez
But I preach to I'm
Be dat same, Nigga put da heat to I'm
Askin E Dub what da fuck you wan do to I'm
[E-Dub]
E-Dub
I win the game so I drive through the lane like bang
Highlights all day
Had to put it on a poster
Signed by the great
King Mizz
Niccas was gas when
Yea, mami jus like that bend down grab ya ankles, do it for crack
Damn should be illegal how that ass so fat
The way you shake yo shit make me wanna
Roc-A-Wear on my leg, Envy on the beat
I made my first mill' off papi on the hill
I made in the rap game speakin on the reels (that's real)
I'm bling cause
pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein' quoted
Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sowed it
Bow down, pray to God, hopin' that he's
to do me cold
Flexing in my face
They even put me on
Nigga that's alright
I had got into my bag
Cut off weak links
Just to keep it super fat
Only
pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein' quoted
Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
Bow down, pray to God, hopin' that he's
put the Ben in jammin'
Tryna spread my jams for bread nigga no peanut butter (Da, da, da)
Find a better spitter but nah you ain't see another
Tooly
the money hid
Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'
Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro
Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro
Counting
me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now hahahahaha, we gon' see
what? Leave that nigga sleepy
On the strength of you, that's your kid's daddy
I ain't gon' send him on his way, put him up in that big Caddy
But let
put a twist wit' it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got da purp fired up
put a twist wit' it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got da purp fired up
mans ain't really ya mans and they a snake you in ya face
I'm trynna get me some bands tryin' get me some land and put a milly in the safe
My brodie he
what? Leave that nigga sleepy
On the strength of you, that's your kid's daddy
I ain't gon' send him on his way, put him up in that big Caddy
But let
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