Lyrics:
to New York, gotta warn ya bout the pork
Baby, on a fuckin' hawk
Lookin' for a nigga so they can dig another grave
My big brother was a slave but I'm
I fly past, I'm a headtop turner
Them olders are washed like Sami Khedira
And they should start callin' me uncle
'Cause when I speak on these
hah? (2X)
Verse One: Fat Joe
Now why the sad face jealous for fellas that's diamond laced
Tryin to find a place to recline shine my face
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
a road, I got five on it
Big KY shit, I might die by it
When I do, put me six feet deep out in Louisville, Kentucky
You ain't seen nothing like me
I've been
It was down in old Joe's barroom, on the corner by the square
Where the drinks were served as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood
The Spot that you staying
Yes So much blood Yes
So Much gore
But Like I said before we
Still got four more
Turner The Lawyer
Boy does he dress funny
in your car
Now piss me off brains turn to sauce
Grenades to lift up his car man
In my bag bro
Hard body east coast shit
Ego is just debo big
Your man
are racist leaders in our government
There will be no peace so long as big corporations continue
To exploit the environment and the people in it
(I want
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
shrunk, when they got hunks
Big J Peg, beef strapped to his leg
No strings attached to the ride
Plus they only touch with they feminine side, so why try
to heal the pain
big enough to bring you wit me
Big enough to bring back joe
Big enough to bring jo Ann
Big enough to bring my nana
Big enough to bring back
For my thugs for my thugs
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's
or where I silently kill em like radon
Pay em no mind, I'm in a bind
I just been rapping so long now I'm wondering
How many times I can hear a guy claim that
torn joe
I think they gay, don't want to play my shit up north
But that's okay, jealousy can go a long way
And what goes around comes around in
in the hood, see me by myself
So only when I'm getting tested if I try myself
Smoke by myself, hustle by myself
So if the money comes low, I struggle
buzz on by
I could show you my pistil, you could sting me dry
Hey little sug, you know we burn so hot
There's nothing in this world that could make us
Big guala
Big baller
Big bank
Big guala
Big baller
Big bank
Big guala
Big baller
Big bank
Big guala
Big baller
Big bank
I got everybody
tapes hit the store, they sell so quick
You can tell by my big fat royalty check
It's just a Dangerous thing when I'm on the mic
And the local police
B
Joe been crack way before my philosophy
Banned from TV, BET won't play me
Still we do it B.I.G. it's all gravy
It's our reality, you call it
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