Lyrics:
the coastline
I got the most albums and the most rhymes
I could die and you still won't catch up
How you gonna step up when you let them little heffers
dig in
the lambs
To my man Jazzy Jay, silence the lambs
To my partner Diamond D, silence the lambs
To my man Fat Joe, silence the lambs
[A.G.]
Now who's stepping
and never late
Breakfast hot right on your plate
Even when my days are cold
I always love driving back home
Sitting by the burning fireplace
With my kind
[Fat Joe]
Yeah uh Terror Squad. (TS)
No Limit fam.
Uh TS. (TS)
Yeah yeah yeah uh.
NY to the NO.
Puttin it down like what.
Don
the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics,
not cho, type a, weapon, leave it, to the, grown up men
Yo the, type a, h** to, hop up, in a, f*****, candy van
By the, way you, shakin, I would, think
made without a cleaning hoe
No freestyle but this joint is a freebie yo
I dead mic's no CB4, I'm dead nice
You meanies Joe, where do all the heroes go
that
But think how we think about it
I sit on the stand
Creepy Uncle Joe
And I get hot, I got a lot of, I got hairy legs that turn
Creepy Uncle Joe
'm flirtin' with shawty, her gluteus fat
She come to my home, I give her the pat
We lyin' in bed, she wanna be fed
We crackin' the crabs like I'm Joe in
Damn who dat be? oh dat be
S.I.D.E E double F.E.C.T
Coming through with the bul Stress
His beats bang you in the chest y'all
Damn that shit is
shaka day, I'm violent j, and I'm back like a
Vertebrae.
And I come with a hat full of tricks,
Trunk full of faygo, car full of fat chicks.
Ha ha-ha
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
'm from Akron
I'm going overboard, somebody call the captain
And when it come to getting checks, I always want the fat ones
I'm so high I can sing
Yeah, bitch, woah (jebi se)
Yoeshmo (jebi se, jebi se)
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew (beep)
Motherfucker, fuck you talking bout (ski)
I'm Croatian by
bitches
Down ass hoes that'll grind that dough
Catch me with another chick and beat 'em down to a pulp
It's the FAT, to the, JOE
Drink Cris' with
it from my cock I don't feel shit
So check me the original joe pesky freak the sexy
I got more gadgets than the inspector, go-go jet-skis
Then swoop
guns
And he's talking about Nam and tall girls he calls up
White boy Joe still fighting for Dixie
Spitting his dip out an F-150, woo
Goes Dimitri who
'm droolin
And checkin socks for the fat knots who the fuck you think you foolin
Runnin from the sirens, stop the violence I ain't heard that shit
Come in
Faster than F-1 with light pistons
Fast enough to give your brain an aneurysm
'cause you niggas is slower than fat bitches with tabalism
The way I
thats a big hole
Racks getting fatter
Call me Fat Joe
That's your new girl
Now she's my h*e
Pull up in a wraith
Now i'm in a ghost
F*cking this b*tches
s7our
Kanaklo f'toukal a 3chiri, w kanbermouh fes7our
Hooligans, le7ti album katss7eb rassk The Weeknd
Fi9 m3ana, ra l'Maghrib simana kolha week-end
no-good blood sucker
Fat motherfucker, now look who's in trouble
As you run through my jungles, all you hear is rumbles
Kanye Wests sample, here's one
the Midi gold frame
Crime in the city but the city won't say
Running out of gas, you could give me yo lane
I'm a do it for the average Jimmy Joe Jane
I
no-good blood sucker
Fat motherfucker, now look who's in trouble
As you run through my jungles, all you hear is rumbles
Kanye Wests sample, here's one
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