Lyrics:
lettin you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear (that's right)
Five sixty (five sixty) only the Squad ride with me
Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll
as long as they can't see our faces
One, Two
One two, you got it
Wootah
Runnin' through the trenches (what?)
Runnin' through the trenches (what?)
they tryin' to catch
Me 'Ridin' Dirty' I'm Chamillionaire
Now when you into guns like I am
You make no mistakes i got an SR 9C with two
Safeties but
and keep the engine runnin', runnin'
Top shotters got the block hotter than Jamaican sun
You taste it on your tongue, the shots is stronger than Jamaican
finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo
smoked up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga, I know she tryin' to fuck
But her hommie wanna play G.I. Joe
Hommie you better check yo hoe before yo big
Ayy (skrrt, skrrt)
(SG Gang, nigga, skrrt)
Kodak, why you strapped like that?
Why you act like that?
'Cause I got it by myself (ayy)
(You know I
the waiter Big Joe was setting me up
You could've heard a pin drop
It got deathly quiet and the waiter face turned kinda white
Did I say something wrong I said
Turner and Hooch
Dancin' like there's a snake in my boot
Splash alert, new bop from this paddie
You've got mail, from me baddie Chase a check, Carl
simple
Chorus 1.5X
[Truck Turner]
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
Watch this big nigga Truck, body..uhh..polly y'all
Me feel you? Not
wasn't even there, nigga! Ayy
Bro, I'mma come clean, you got me
Jay in first
I'm in third! Where the fuck you at?!
Yo blue! What place did you come in?
roll up my sleeves
She's a bitch
You can't see me, Joe
Get on down while I shoot my flow
She's a bitch
When I do my thing
Got the place on fire,
roll up my sleeves
She's a bitch
You can't see me, Joe
Get on down while I shoot my flow
She's a bitch
When I do my thing
Got the place on fire,
the eighties (back in the eighties)
We got the gas you can't get at the station (no)
A J hit the dope and then made 'em go crazy (no, a J hit the dope)
We got
you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches just walk on by
Verse 2-Fat Joe
I once knew a girl by the name of Savannah
met her
Rolex me
Pink bottle sittin in the whip
Moët me
Heard her man a mad lil nigga
Joe Pesci
Tell his ass it's whatever it is, bitch
Big 9 sitting in the whip
big sounds
Onomatopoeia boom clap pow
Ima keep on squeezin' till the last round
He jammed up in that squeeze check his background
He got folded by cops
what Clan you know wit lines this ill?
Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill
Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell
Put on my gasoline
xannies got me sleepy and I still be rolling up the sticky
Timmy turner baby sitter Vickey, get her out her Vicky's, she leave me with Hickeys
I hustle like
We got sour for the low Bitch, we got everything you need
If I ever go broke I know that it's on me
Won't let you get the best of me Real nigga ain't
known he wasn't gonna
Go to the yard
Man don't let them niggas fool you Cass'
I am hip hop, you talkin' Wild 'N Out
Man battlin' got me this spot
Big
smoked up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga, I know she tryin' to fuck
But her hommie wanna play G.I. Joe
Hommie you better check yo hoe before yo big
on niggas, no
Now beam me up, Scotty
You gon' find your mommy chopped up in a tub
With "Stop snitchin" written on a note by her body
I picked up your ho
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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