Lyrics:
Yeah. Uh. Joe crack the don!
Ton' Sunshine. Terror, uhh
Terror squad, its our time!
Uhh, yea, hand it ova
Uh, yo, uh-huh, what, yea, uh... woo
got the questions.
Twitchin & fussin, we learn the lessons.
Backed by fury, peace, & lust.
Farther than that, I cannot trust.
But if simplicity fails
descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant
Got to pull it out for everyone that's in attendance
Okay, back in the day as a college park tenant
Still can't believe
to come and drop in your lap
You see,you don't want to try,just let time fly
While your life goes by before your two eyes
You got to crawl before you
wit' it grab your friends, follow Joe and me
'cause it's on, it's on
Went in and got the Cris' and a pound of weed
It's on, it's on
Now mami, let's
remix, remix
Remix, remix, remix,
[Verse 6: Fat Joe]
All these n*ggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff
chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin'
There's a tattoo heart
With an arrow through the middle
Of a name that looks like Joe
And a young girl's looking
At her makeup in the mirror
Puts
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is here now, word
(Shine
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
be like Fat Joe, and bring the lean back"
Then I said
If you wanna go hard tonight
Well then the smoke and the bottle are on me, ah
Slip into
at the time I just dealt
Celtic Nation a full house aces over kings
Forget about the log jams we had on the wings
Forget about how the fat lady would sing
By
Mmmmmmm, I cross him up Ty Lawson (Yuh)
Perc give me powers like Austin
34 P’s break em down Joe Johnson
Surrounded by money like i’m on Shark Tank
bass like a tenor, Fat Joe Soprano
Even with that work, work, work your bitch washed
Had me like what the bludclot, Chris Bosh
She told him that they
Tony's homie
Got beat with a pool stick
You think that was rough?
I've seen a drive-by at the age of six
If you shoot at my homie
Better hope you don't
Razor got me, I was mad excited
I was just chilling like a bad hypeman
And I ate too much like a fat bison
Now my money's up like it's gas prices
They
Overwhelmed by joy and I can't hide it
Livin' it easy, easy livin' it all
Roll up a fat one, no one within a yard (yeah)
I'm with good friends and it's so
sweet bitches seem to only love flakes
Fuck
Without that pain I might be stuck
Fat bitch wife four kids
Livin' in a house pulled by a truck
Check to check
joe
Look
By now y'all niggas done know 2x
Niggas hate they could blow on dick
You talkin' too hot, you get put on a screen
I ain't talkin bout Nolan
a hand tug me then turnin around I peeped the lovely
Fly face fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly said
"Compliments of Bugsy " then took me across
the cops
The holes are too small
Got these huge bald spots on top of my head
Emerging like unwanted islands
I'm trying to vote myself off of
By force
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
Damn yo
This sounds nostalgic
I fuck with this
Alright, I got something to say
So listen up
Check it
Yo this beat is speaking to me
It makes me think
I'm on that 16 fat joe ain't nothing can stop
I'm all the way up, but I ain't high nah I don't trip
Miss may with NDAs I got loose lips
I'm way
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