Lyrics:
back when New York was dirty
Hat low wit two box cutters in my certy
Queens was my residence, AQ
Marine Terrace, right by the water, the greatest view
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
hoes
I leave that up to Byron Cotton
I put
Two and two together like do we have a problem
Numbers too steep then hit the judge
You know it's death before
to the sto'
He wanted me to roll with his homie named Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy Pinto
That's when I knew right then and there
I had
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
of two evils
And hopefully America she’ll turn out just fine!
Lately I’ve been so scared for our future, cause either way you know there’s gonna be a civil
[Joe]
Y'all in that mood yet?! (in that mood yet)
Y'all in that mood yet?!?! (in that mood yet)
If I died tomorrow
See if I died tomorrow
Yo, yo yo
runnin,
fuck up us by them thug life control
How should the thugster
Must be in the area
Outlaw does the law
Dept on the gangsta
When's Ital Joe
from above
It’s what we dream of, ya know it’s BLACK LOVE
Bae the way we lov’n it could never be wrong
I want it forever, that why I wrote it in my song
indigestion
Two different sections two men of respect aligning as one
Two lethal weapons pray you ain't on the wrong side of the gun nigga
along, made right my wrong
You rubbed my lamp and you set me free"
He said, "You used one wish, and you got two left
Aladdin, tell me what's it gonna
love
Just not with her
Falling in love
Had me falling in love
I don't know what I'll do
If you leave me
Rake in hoes by the twos
It's too easy
Let you go
'bout it
You ain't never Baby Joe'd somethin'
I talk that talk, I walk that walk
You know I tote somethin’
Bitch, I’m out the 8
I said it straight I'm
heard it all,
I'm going insane,
But ain't going towards the fall.
[Bridge 2]
Got the passion of a million rappers wrapped up in one,
Oh no, man I
Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the colon,
We don't know.
I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job
I'm your average white suburbanite slob
I
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
at her tan line, long hair
Tell me what go wrong here
We could bring her back right now
You'll put her lips on your face
I can grab you by the waist
If you
the limelight for the wrong reasons and I knew it
I would misbehave and every opportunity that came my way I blew it
By now I'm 15 and every drug you could think
Draggin' bitches by they ankles
Like a snowboard (Like a snowboard)
It's two hundred miles an
Hour on this dashboard (On this dashboard)
Put it in the Uber,
the same form
I drop heavy in spots you scared to put your weight
There's only so much ice you can skate on
Shit cats right for you, you say wrong
No time
me the package deal
Can't go wrong with that
Knowing how to cook a good twenty-two pound ham
Hootie hoo
Nothing like a tall six-foot-five woman
threaten me with ya thoughts just never speak it
One gun accompanied by prayers I never need it
Burning flesh, skin peeling, slow inferno
Take away what
the strength of the hate
Born and bred by the
Parents of America never taught their children how to see passed the color of a face
And experience grace
sometime (Hey Jeju Joe)
And I want to spend some time with you
Just the two of us
Ay baby just the two of us
No need to start a fuss
Look can we just
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