Lyrics:
We're supposed to start work down on the river today.
And for Joe and me, it's some pretty good pay.
Now, I was countin' on him
To be at the dock
to the cassies
NYC, top-down, Big blastin'
Nas said I'd be a legend, nigga, don't gas me
Hot in '97, Funk Flex had to ask me
"How you make out that beef with
feet yeah just move your feet
Just move your feet
Like we do it in the street
You already know me
Lil Andrew Carnegie
Just keep it clean
You know we rep
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
dun
But if you keep me company, ill bring you to that symphony
Nobody wanna call me when I’m down low
They be acting like my name is joe shmoe
This is
never gave a shit
And I ain't gonna start
Got a rebel flag on my front lawn
Tote a bunch of guns with the safety off
You can hear me comin', straight pipe
Auto shit, bitch you get wasted
Anything you got worth cash, we take it
Pushin' big body, your car too basic
Acne on the watch, bust down all the faces
For my thugs for my thugs
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's
them Corn Rows to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be picky
But if you give me somethin', it's got to be the sticky
Doin' by the ounces, lo' lo's
out here
Doug High, big dreams, Magic City, 16
YMM, MDC (what?)
Thomasville, ABG (what?)
Hold up let me intervene (hold on)
Got my jeans from 30
Y'all know who it is
It's Joe
Who's Joe
Joe Mama
OOOOOO (yeah)
Wait a second, sit back down, this ain't how it's supposed to be
Thought you told me
vamoose, like a magic show
Got me lookin' to the heavens like a javelin throw
Y'all twiddle your thumbs like the average Joe
But just as you reap, so shall
know you feel me
Turkey bag boys, do a line with the big face
Miss me with the drama, let your boy get cake
Joe Ski got the woods lit, Bama brought
got me out here spendin' more time with my daughter (he do)
Takin' Kobe from us had the whole world stressed
You coulda took a average player, not one
got me runnin' round in circles Doin' the most, so it's perfect, but you don't reciprocate
I gave you the world, everyone wanted, but you wouldn't do
I did you know what I'm sayin a dub
I'm fucked up man let me hold something
I got you big homie don't don't worry about it man
I still remember man
holdin' a sink screamin'
Police, but you got no peace
Yo, was that you big man, and alot mo' grease
All I gets is pounds, you ain't want none of this
really
All of this exotic beat my chest, bitch it's hot chili
Big as hell and wanna fight, boy you so silly
He gon' put his ass in the fryer, we at Joe
up in the middle of the night, and got you outta here, quick
And you need to stop runnin'
Stop, stop runnin' nigga
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout,
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
balls, everybody knows me
I'm a big deal, you should kneel, and crawl when you approach me
I got big bucks, big cars, I'm bigger than all the universe
my partners deceased
Been a hot boy, this the demon in me
Back to the block, I got used to the streets
Pull up, pull out, cut loose, run through
fucked
Big dog, nigga
But I'll be damned if I got my tail tucked
Ooh-wee, I'm on the block, nigga, catchin')
On a Monday, nigga (Ayy, KK broke the scale
by myself, now that I’m up they want some wealth uhh
Uhh, I be ballin’ like an athlete
You a bumass lame boy you can’t past me
I’m runnin’, runnin
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