Lyrics:
racing niggah
Go and grab the pistol
All my niggahs thuggin with me
Put like 4 shots in yo liver
If you playing we gone kill ya
Yeah we gone kill you
I
anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man
You ain't gone Sadam Hussein it
Acting like you got something over there
You doing what Ma$e did, you
it
Acting like you got something over there
You doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man
Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man [fades out]
more)
Yeah, imma just keep doing me (What? What?)
Yeah, shawty wanna come fall asleep (Fall asleep)
Yeah, Vv's flawless just like me (Just like me)
I
wussies
If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy?
You lil' niggaz better come off that microphone
I'm educated but I'm dumb on that microphone
Don't
I've been thinking of you
And I've been trying to figure out
What you remind me of
Cause you are...nothing like I've ever known
Are you an angel
to the old
We live by the code
Do what you love in life
Unless it can get you runnin' from the po-po, woo!
Now that money ain't a thing like, woo!
Frontin' on me like you want some
Better sell a million records, go platinum
Cause I wouldn't waste my time on a one-rap rapper
You want to get with me
doing these shows
I should pull up to them with you
I admit I missed a couple
But you moving beneficial
Man you always been a inspiration
Like a poster
you
Do you know
There are slackers there are people who are
Satisfied by delivering everything they have
– with their knowledge
Their financial
to slide to the Teli with me
You know they call me Joe to the mother fucking P
Sliding with my fucking brothers Sm mother fucking G
Riding in my city with
don't run me, okay?
I'm talking to you, let's- (yeah, what's up nigga?)
(What the fuck's wrong with you?) Man
Yo, nigga, what's happening fool?
You
Which is not to the purpose
The whole while we are doing that
Which is not to the purpose
What man can you show me who
Places any value on his time
Who
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
to back with it, I got it on the floor
Hey, I'm in the mood with it
I can fool with it
Hey, Ma, what you gon' do with it
Sure they hear my phone, what you
Koopa it's been a minute fool,
but the streets of the South say they feeling you
Tell me what you wanna know, and I can lyrically give you a interview
you life
And live to do his will cause shawty that's what's happenin' for real
(For real)
Tell me what's happenin' with ya
Shawty what's happenin'?
them worse to worst
Dog if you wanting to test Bone,
The con-se-sequences are fatal
Ready be strapped papped wid me sawed off
Clack back cause I
Now you in church, four days later obituary reading
Test me, lets see am I hard like I claim to be
Stomach scarred from the gang activity
Just a memory
What you made here is delicious, but
I'd like to pour my heart out, besides I feel more alive now
What you made here is a little bit
Unsure and I'll
on
What you gon' do what you gon' do do
Say nigga we marching stompin' in the big black boots
With my niggas in the fatigue suits ready to shoot
won show the world you fit make it by doing you too,
That's why I'm happy Blacko's doing all the things we couldn't do,
I swear e hit me as I
political riddle ya
Fuck with me I'll turn you to a traffic ticketer
To put it plain I'm SICK of ya, cherry tops are pitiful
Break bones and ligments, can't
before till Wu-Syndicate lock shit
How you stoppin, mega popular, modern mobster
Joe Mafia, Jay got me in bicolulars
{Myalansky}
Yo snatch run, shoot out,
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