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towels (ok)
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok)
They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok)
Money
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Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lotta green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay Packer
I pack the zero's, meaning
Jim to the dogs, Peter to the dance.
A cousin of mine goes potholing,
A cousin of here's loves Joe Dolan.
Summer comes around each year,
We go there
DNA
I got demons, pain and enemies inside my DNA
I got passion, guts and action tucked inside my DNA
I got pints of Michael Jackson's blood inside my
to
Swallow when everything controlled
By that all mighty dollar
We don't fear God in America
Okay the sun rise from the east
The west marked by the beast
stacking, strict as Joe Jackson training
Five kids to blow
Fraction of my mind died years ago
Miserable drunk beers at most
Swung at by school principal then
homies a Whether B
Fred Dogg S P double E D Y cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe
B
Seaten
a friend to me
Fat Joe, he call me literally, put me on a track instantly
Caribbean connection put me all the way up
What goes up must go down, so Thugga
Richard Fagan/Joe Collins, Of Music, Inc (ASCAP/Life's A Pitch/Joe Collins Music (ASCAP)/Foray Music administered by EMI Music (SESAC)
Hey hoe come
action like I’m Joe Jackson
Damn, who got beef
I feel like Lil Scrappy in this bitch
Young dog spitting bars, Lil Scrappy in this bitch
Nigga stuck inside
daddy's daddy rolled like a stone, denying his lead role
My daddy broke the chain
Far from perfect, close to G.O.D. though
He parented hard like Joe Jackson
you either Joe James or Troy Davis.
Where co-defendants turned strangers ain't that perfect?
Prison prayer can't save ya they ain't churches
Chorus
of Joe Jackson's kids
I ain't get this nice overnight, it just happens when you practicing
I got some accolades under my belt
Pussy like butter the ones
turn razors where you either Joe James or Troy Davis. Where co-defendants turned strangers ain't that perfect prison prayer can't save ya they ain't
that I'm soarin
Racing round the track 24 gordon
iPhone's almost dead time to put that cord in
Runnin down the field vince howard lamar jackson
I'm
Joe Jackson, I beat the sun up
Smart kid, but got dumb luck
The young waveland boy, on my south shit
Yeah they making noise, but they ain’t bout
am not lying
I'm the student that never studied but passes In the back of Joe's Caprice, drinking Smoking
And laughin' And I don't know what to do with
don’t be having the same rinse as me
When i come around still bring good energy
Cause i rap now everybody a kin of me
But by myself i be
Focused
you know what
There's nothing smart about you Joe
47 years
You've done nothing
And if you would have had
Let me just tell you something Joe
If you would
If I see you in my dreams
I won't ever go to sleep
And I think she tweaking
I'll be gone by the weekend.
Baby we not speaking
Nah, Joe Budden got some
words and music by Joe Jackson)
Take what you want
But just what you need
For survival
Take what you want
But just what you need
For survival
I used to kick it with a brother named, Moe
Moe used to kick it with a brother named, Joe
Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha
homies a Whether be
Fred Dogg S P double E D why cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe be
Ég bý í 101, þið eruð gestir
Kaupi túristadót
Túristaprísar, túristadóp
Með mér er stjórinn
Birnir, svo Can og ég heiti Joe
Telja, telja
Nóg að
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