Lyrics:
gettin' dough, just like Lucky Luciano
People always tell me, yo you're dope Joe
But I'm not a car, so I don't get gassed like Amoco
Never ate the paint,
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
from the playa Joe
Man let me get my shit right
Cause I'm not gone be the one to fall off
Cause I know I'm gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss
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afraid at our snarls
Thank God we didn't get beat by the Red Hot Karls
I care about culture of my squad
But after praccy I'm a really need to stretch my
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
how I'm always fresh
What it is girl, what's up
Can a playa just keep in touch
Show you that you can never get enough
If I can get the courage then we
You know what I'm saying, but never no mind
(We can have em blog about it)
Abosulutely, man, I'll let you guys be the judge
(You know you gonna do it
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
really not gonna be enough
[Glass Joe:] I've got the skills
[Doc:] No, you don't
[Glass Joe:] I've got the power
[Doc:] Wrong again
[Glass Joe:] You'll
dummy brick, I compressed it together
Before he came already had a tester together
Think you gon' get one up on me? Never
I up the gun on whoever
My best
Skid Row Joe
Last night that's who I found in the dirty part of town
Lost forgotten with no place to go
Tormented with a bitter taste outcast by
Skid Row Joe
Last night that's who I found in the dirty part of town
Lost forgotten with no place to go
Tormented with a bitter taste outcast by
(chea)
9 millimeter guns, gonna be the one, making a million, when I come
Never gonna be the bum, where I come from, niggas better get some
Tried to be
man want beef could get it right
Followed by enough flame to put a permanent end
To the learning of men
Class session, too many the blast the last
at
Passing the buck!
Has no Covid plan!
Controlled by the woke.
The American dream’s
Going up in smoke!
Joe defunds police!
Shuts pipelines down.
have to force me outta this chair daddy
Come on let's get physical, grab me by my hair daddy
Now fuck me hard Joe, fuck me in the ass Joe
Go in on me dry
after tax
You can dream about vacation in the sun
You can dream but you can't never have one
'Cause by the time your good old uncle Sam gets done
wack
He finally about to get his first check off Rap Snacks (finally)
Never met a nigga in the hood that eat that shit
That shit tastes straight like
to raise my cock
This year, I voted for Joe
Not for BLM, or the melting snow
I saw a couple speeches and
I got a couple boners
That's enough for me, you
toupee, hot as fuck, creme brûlée
There's no way I can care about much
You probably do the most and it's never enough
King Midas, I can make gold with
after tax
You can dream about vacation in the sun
You can dream but you can't never have one
'Cause by the time your good old uncle Sam gets done
yo DAWG ass, Barkin up the wrong tree
Rip'em in the studio, taken damage? hardly
Farley, down by the river, eat a snicker victor
Gonna get him drunk
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