Lyrics:
To find her kid
I don't need no helpin' hand for no other man
My name ain't game, I'm really who I say I am
I think I'm getting more
Accustomed to the beef
[Performed by Billie Joe Armstrong]
I ain't a politician
I'm just a bad musician
Whatcha gonna do for me?
Do you have a taste for
Sex and blood
these niggaz know the time
when I come through I shine with these genuine rhymes
"Let em know Joe!" What you mean they don't know?
I'm
Jackson was working until they gone
On tour just so they could make payments on they homes
Everybody cried when Usher sang him a song
Joe Jackson was
Palm trees make it so familiar
There's no other place that I would live
And I say stick stick move move
Jackson all the way to Mia
I'm w a couple killas
that
I had in the
Land to battle you and cut your hands off
Take your mans off of the scene and do the
Same thing to form all day for the green
I’m
by a long shot
We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat
And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot
I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying
G, can I freestyle
Yeah, you can, man
Shit, nigga, I own the label
Let's do it
Grind so hard, can barely sleep
I'm up, I'm up, airplane speed
Icy
chicken
Till my diamonds acting up
VVS start heheing and kicking like they joe jackson son
I know I'm chosen
This the life that im made for
I know im doing
I'm on my Michael Jackson shit
Beat it like I'm Mike, Joe Jackson shit
Out like a light, yeah, I can make it happen
Watch the give me the crown I'm with
Yeah I'm nice and I don't care if you know
Cause all you really need to understand is how hard I'm rulin with Joe
And the streets is no place for late
experience just made her feel so old, she says
I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone
Just because I'm middle-aged that
chest, yo
I been carrying weight like a gym rack
And I don't mean shit you get rid of
By picking up bottles or packets of SlimFast
Like a Jackson classic,
god damn thats a big fat ass!"
Should fuck that slut, she's a big fat trip,
But I still let her suck this ten foot dick!
Joe C., I'm a crazy hick, down
asked, "Manzelli, where've you been for seven years?"
Well man tonight I'm drinkin' in Boston
Down by old Fenway
Drinkin' to all our happy days
I goin'
you think about myself cause I'm a grown man,
A bad man, survival is whatever you can
You think you know it, flossin' but I know you's a bitch,
Cause
love than Delilah
Gemini two and a half man like Sheen and John Cryer
Limits the sky, no it isn't, there is no limits
Passion can't be denied, and with
Outside, fuck it man I'm outside
What's it like to be an outcast
Look Mrs. Jackson, I'm way past that
Haven't seen B and Mo in a minute
Had to stop
the sprite
But me I pop em straight hit da tea n lean to da side boosted up
Like I'm on jigga's call it live after five
Slushed out on da camera wit dat 9-8-5
disappear, I'm a damn magician (yeah)
A .40 Cal., rubberbands, and a shoebox (yeah)
Run through a hundred grand watching Matlock (ayy)
Got it by
the winter
On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter
Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me
Me in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy
I'm
please tell me why he's a liar
Saw the man switch up when I back that cannon that's by my side at all times, Mariah
Grab the mic hold it steady
Double tap
around they bulldozing
I'm seeing what they seeing Luol Deng, and I'm a own it
Rolling undercover like the Spook right by the doorway
Always, all day
I'm
about to frown
I'm going to a new town
At 4 AM I feel earthbound
My cat came on a trip with me
The car broken down and Micheal Jackson said Hee Hee
Yee
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