Lyrics:
I'd break my heart many times over
Even with no closure
They say it's not over until the fat lady sings
Well her voice has gone hoarse
Of course
a nuclear warhead
You more fed 'cause my pockets are stacked up
While you spend most of your day baggin' your cracks up
You fat fuck
Hope you get hit
of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, motherfuckers cold knocking the boots
'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used
Perry
Enough to fry you
Couch potato
Hold ya horses, you ain't stable
How to reach me, sir ? Up
Maple
I am more than capable
Pockets fat, elephant
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
close up
Body what's the hold up, hold on
So much we need to get done
I think the world needs us
Hero or villain, I hit a ceiling
Do I give my life for
Sometimes I think im running in place
Chasing hopes
So is my name as Ab-Soul or is it average joe
All this commotion goes in one ear
Out the other
I'm still
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,
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,
went to Robben's Island analysing; that's where his cell is
So I could find clarity like, how much you cherish me?
Is this relationship a fake, or real
I'm talking milli, ain't talking Vanilli
Had to get that hating nigga from near me, I do not move like a regular Joe
I am not moved by no regular ho,
shootin' craps with some homies
My first roll was a 7, so niggas can't get on me
So since my point is 4, I left a Little Joe
I'm kissin' on the dice
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on!)
To the West side! (Come on!)
To the East side! (Come on! Come on!)
To the North side! (Yeah Fat Joe in the house!)
Simply out of this world by choice
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy
I focus on the void and I fill it
Hopin' the depressed ain't give
And Joe's got a beat, I like the rhythm
That's bro like I'm his sibling
If you ain't noticed, my addiction
Lies within lines, white and printed
Best handle
office flop in the DVD shop but I'm
Still too nice to just let the guns pop
So I bring the ice to the mic nonstop
Spitting till the bubble pop, yeah
Too
Kenievel
I send out love
Good heart
Good energy
Quick to tell
c nigga fuck you
If a nigga
Offending me
I get love
When I'm outside
So I guess
I'm
Fat
Ha ha, I'm back!
This shit like ridin' a bike baby
Hey, shout out to Fat Joe and Scott Storch
It's Dax! Ha ha!
They say I remix songs, cause I can't
like I do it for my job
I don't know, if I go back to the old Joe
I'll be hang man by a gold rope
So God please don't leave
You know I've been
a young nigga tryna stay low
Tryna find a bag and a J. Lo
Trina count cash nigga, pesos
Did it on my own i aint want to
So im looking hard trine find you
intended unless intended for punishment
2019 They released the virus
2020 It went public
By that time they already had too many spies deep inside us
But its
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right, y'all, we more than rough, we callin'
cheating with,then I mentioned she's having my kid
That's not all, now I recall more you see, so I'll give you part three of my confessions
Now this is
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