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off the boxes at your front door
Yeah I?m your Average Joe


Never made a ton of money
Just enough to get us by
But the things that make me rich
Is this
dream about vacation in the sun
You can dream but you can't never have you one
'Cause by the time your good old Uncle Sam gets done

You've got just
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
wasn't big enough to carry it

She got to get behind the mule, yeah
In the morning and plow
Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
You got
wasn't big enough to carry it

She got to get behind the mule, yeah
In the morning and plow
Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
You got
Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you
That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go
Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last
Don shit, that's nothin new 

Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you 

That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go 

Gangsta
an ancient tag 

You know my heiroglyph, I got a higher gift 

You's a passenger tryin but never be a pilot 



[Chorus] 2x 

"Aiyyo enough's enough" [Fat
to scream one of her niggas, like get up off her
She was a diamond in the rough, real neighborhood jewel
You would never see her out, 'less she comin' from
the road to ruin
He's found a new way to the ground

He still ain't found his balance
Joe was never hard to please
When they said "Go" he went overseas
Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks 
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please 
Little locs are harder then the O-G's 
You fall to the ground and beg
my glass and shout shanghai
My drummer friend comes shooting by
He said Errol Flynn will never die
Oh no! Who am I to question why?
And are you
split and left me in the wilderness
Life a test, made a wish by the burning bush
Purge my soul, all I need's a little push
Schemers plot, never seem
call me SIRE 
To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE 
I won't stop rockin' cause I won't re-TIRE 

Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street
[Murs]
I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober
Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra
Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my
of age, you old too
I control my emotions, yours control you
You bright enough to know when you get impulsive
For me, that's repulsive, how do you not know
the great mc
Then I throw em I lean and mean record to spark
So I can school that ass just like Joe Clark
Next I translated, my rap is more educated
him to illustrate it
My dexterity, put him in fear of me
And had his mind bewildered by everything he was hearin see
That was enough to slow his whole
why they want the encore before the show can start
So if you in my life, know ya part
That's the best way for us to never grow apart
Even through
(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
hot, mind on a comet
Fast life sometimes feel like I'm in a comic
I don’t give a f*** b****, with or without a condom
Fat Joe, pockets lean back like
are's I don't need no microphone
Too many critics tend to be silly
Too many frogs go ribbit but never leave lillies
I get it poppin like a ineen milli{?}
You better be careful where you go 
Be careful where you go 
Be careful where you go 
Be careful where you go 
Ahh, you'll never or you'll never
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, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks 
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please 
Little locs are harder then the O-G's 
You fall to the ground and beg