Lyrics:
don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
[MJ] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
[MJ] and meet a hundred different
shootings in large cities, where the PDs?
Kids these days need more PC on PCs
We came up on VHS’ & DVDs
Zombies walkin round on LSD PCP
The hood undiagnosed
But so what
I'm sleazy it's not easy being Joe Smut
With more bucks than you can count
More than what's in your clutch
I could fund a small war
go bet against us
Fat lady, she doing her runs
And you should know what that mean
Gotta give it up for the best team
Oh, oh, oh
Learn from the loss
groups, so they can put on they fam
Puff Daddy had you samplin' old records to dance
Biggie Smalls made you ball after One More Chance
The radio
along
Drugs are just bad, drugs are just bad (South Park is gonna sue me)
So don't do drugs (kiss my motherfuckin' ass)
So there'll be more for me
along
Drugs are just bad, drugs are just bad (South Park is gonna sue me)
So don't do drugs (kiss my motherfuckin' ass)
So there'll be more for me
Graduate, hip hop degree, cap 'n gown
The weight heavy, packin' in more of that fat per pound
Rats and clowns get back, the track record as Black
Says
Corners
And all the spots in Beantown where niggas carry burners
But I was more turned on by the microphone
So one cold morning, I left home
Next I'm
em I lean and mean record to spark
So I can school that ass just like joe clark
Next I translated, my rap is more educated
And made it complicated for
the great mc
Then I throw em I lean and mean record to spark
So I can school that ass just like Joe Clark
Next I translated, my rap is more educated
Y'all looking upset because i'm coming in making mills
Sub-zero your spine's frozen mine chills
Making so much money my rolls are blowing up the tills
Nah
a blunt
[Hook]
"Seen her on the ave spotted her more than once"
"Ass so phat that you can see it from the front"
[from Ms.Fat Booty by Mos Def]
you!
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Shout to all my fans, glad I can inspire y'all
Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more
You're praying to a higher
Dropping bangers by the band aye, yuh
Creatine by the gram
You know that I got to stand
For the things that are right
No none of this is a plight
I got
drama get the fuck up out my face
Since a kid always felt so outta place
Teachers ask me questions I ain't had much to say
So I wait until I barely got
come and get me
Look my flow chart deadly
Get it poppin like confetti
This a lesson
Art of war
Sun Tsu Makavelli
Fat Joe said they envy
When they jealous
hand see I just stand firm
And wreck shit so the next man learns
How do you flow? I never run out of breath
So much soul I had to step to the left
the fiend up in NY that can't be stiffed
Fucking with my dawgs only get
You rained through quick
So much ice in my jewels
I can be from Bedrock
And I smoke
They get down, for thinking they Bone creeping on a come up
Now I got one up, but we much more than crabs in apparel
Or fags who rap about apparel with
gotta keep moving ahead
I find myself in a trauma fat suit that'll keep on growing by the day
The more the suit grows, the heavier it gets, gotta keep
Hello Dan, it's Joe here, I hope you're keeping well
It's the 21st of December, and now they're ringing the last bells
If I get good behaviour,
and watched everybody underpass
Truth be told, God been lookin' out so much
That I feel guilty when I ask him for more
Then I do it like the shit ain't ever
by ourselves
We don't have time so buckle the fuck up
We can't waste time so buckle the fuck up
I love to eat sand, I'm too fat for belts
So I guess
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