Lyrics:
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
Pass it off wit the ice
Don't believe all the hype (2017 shit)
Better run the red light
Nigga get hit by Lil' Freaky
We get them sticks from Lil'
on that high horse cruising fully loaded
Keep a couple in my boots ride wit me
I know you can’t ride on my wave
I’m on that high horse cruising fully
crossroads, was the end of the line
For Big Joe and phantom 309
But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by
And like you, Big Joe'll give 'em a ride
wanna bark
Specialized by Firing Squad, the underdogs, c'mon
How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die
your head, do and skidattle wit Joe
And get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'dro
Better back it up money before they crack through
You aint gotta tell me what to do wit it
Cuz I already know what imma do wit it
So baby come thru right now
Imma show you my life take a trip
We know Joe rides the dragon
Sold out the country
That's what happened
Pedo gang
Yank the dragons wang
The swamps about to get drained
Oh sleepy Joe
answer to nobody, keep questions rhetorical
Wit mo action, whippin' ass like Joe Jackson
If you see it contain jus, remain tha future attraction
Main
a bitch go blind
You know my life my movie and it's neva gone stop
Neva gone stop i ain't eva gone stop
I ride wit my glock I ain't eva gone slip
If nigga
And like you, Big Joe'll give 'em a ride
Here, have another cup and forget about the dime
Keep it as a souvenir, from Big Joe and Phantom 309!"
heart to come
Besides you niggaz mad cause yo bitch ride shotty
Round town, malibu mixed wit Bicardi
She relaxed in da drop, Fendi shades matchin
SpitFire!!
Joe I rep the Chi you know that's faithfully
And ain't no fake in me I just was sensing it's a vacancy
These null and void rappers dam
Stay loyal get to work and we get you a chain
So I'm locked in like a missile
In the stu yea cookin up hits surrounded by bitches and pistols
Like mighty
Roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
You don't have to go that far
You just slide in to my car
I got my eyes on 52 inch, wit my fingers
Full Of Dat Shit
[Boosie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] Now if you ever catch me leanin to the side red eyes in my ride wit the music up high bad
no
You run behind that nigga with that cash main
Shit you might as well change yo last name
Ask all the homies wit a bag main
I ain't asked them niggas
down to ride
Pull up with Gang Gang with a Quest and looking like a Tribe
Team shining like headlights
We ain't stopping at red lights
Niggas hate you
pop that
She call you for that ride back (haan)
South Bronx we got it, Joe Crack we got it
Black card no limit, ho, damn right we 'bout it
Coke Boy
My temper is bad I might black out
These niggaz is pussy dey back out
Samoa Joe you gon tap out
Ima show you niggaz how to act now
My temper is bad I
don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Montana, work, work, work, work, work, work
What you
Girl I want some pizza from Little Joe's
She want a burrito I go to Moe's
N then imma stop by the liquor store
Then imma pop out and show you love
Girl I
to ride for a side
And now I ride for what right
I used to ride for a side
And now I ride for what right
I can't deny it
I'm A straight rider
You should
bitch gon' run
Back and tell the hood
How you try and snake niggas you be around?
That's the main reason I
Don't even be around
But now that's between you
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