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[Fat Joe imitating KRS-One]
Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!

[sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore]
Does
[Fat Joe imitating KRS-One]
Wa-ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang
Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG!

[sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore]
Does
number four 
Somewhere out west
I still live in this old house 
Where we were raised
On this red dirt road 
The county never paved
Now I watch my
where I grew up of the days both good and bad 
My overalls were hand-me-downs shoes full of holes 
I used to walk four miles to school every day through
homeplace where I grew up of the days both good and bad
My overalls were hand-me-downs my shoes were full of holes

I used to walk four miles to school
homeplace where I grew up of the days both good and bad
My overalls were hand-me-downs my shoes they were full of holes
I used to walk four miles to school
Sleep with my eyes at post
So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life
The knife sits by throats of the young
And blows death straight through the lungs
how many motherfucker want to be just like me
Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey
This hot bitch be sweatin the coke cash
My baby mother
how many motherfucker want to be just like me
Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey
This hot bitch be sweatin the coke cash
My baby mother
Joe

[Chorus]
We are on our way
We're on our way to Gloryland
We are all just scattered souls
By Heaven's hand

We are on our
We're on our way
troubled by gho Gho Gho Gho Gho Gho Ghosts in heaven
Oooo ooo oooooo oooo

Far below the shiniest stars, shiniest stars won’t shine for ever
Take your soul
After filling my reputation of whore beaters
Soared to Taco Bell and I ordered some gorditas (Mmm, that's good!)
Wanted four more, ordered 'em,
my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each 3 or 4 times
But in the land where niggas praise Yukons and getting paid
Its goin' take a lot more than
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
Simply out of this world by choice
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

I focus on the void and I fill it
Hopin' the depressed ain't give
with him
No fake hoes with him
Keep the vest closed just in case the 4-4's with him
Now, Joe with him and they making it pop
Silly broad what you
stretchin and yawnin as the sun rise 
Poorin out liquor fo all my soldiers that died 
In these ghetto days, bussin bottles and shoot the bi***es 
Its them
Peace 
The 213 
The 7 off 7 
The 4 when the ride got off. 
[Snoop Doggy Dogg] 
It be the main did they 
I'm bout to get in 
Used to be situp,
Peace 
The 213 
The 7 off 7 
The 4 when the ride got off. 
[Snoop Doggy Dogg] 
It be the main did they 
I'm bout to get in 
Used to be situp,
helmet, a purple robe clothed with the velvet
Pullin' my diamond sword through ya pelvis, collar shinin like Elvis
Studied clubs, a golden club, roll out
shootin' craps with some homies
My first roll was a 7, so niggas can't get on me
So since my point is 4, I left a Little Joe
I'm kissin' on the dice
torn joe
I think they gay, don't want to play my shit up north
But that's okay, jealousy can go a long way
And what goes around comes around in
filled to capacity
With all souls possessed by my flow and its speed
On this radio station over thousands of watts
And the rollers can't stop my knot
Media
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
hurdle 

For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable 

And not a soul saw who did it 

As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride