Lyrics:
mind and it's grinding
I'm no toy, get your hands off my body, boy
It's not that type of party
You place or mine, is a played out lie
To quote this
to hooves now
Devil may cry, watch your step, never look down
Living on a planet ran by killers, and the crooks now
If you haven't noticed, here's my line
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
bout when he ain't
Talking to you bout why he can't
Be your man you sure you want to know
Here it is
[Verse 1]
My girl say I don't love her
She
to bring my first child into this world
That is shown love long before they realize what hate even is
And I pray, that they never have to feel, more broken
the house
[T]
This goes out to my man Tamere
He's definitely in here
What's up to my homey cool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothers
Special shout out
in Mississippi,
Wanted man in ol' Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado,
Or Georgia by
dick to ya
Got my niggas in here motivated
Heated, gang related and it’s like this
Bitch
This is for my homeboys
Let's show 'em how we get-get down
Show
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
surrounds 'em
But I'm havin' a menage
Fuckin' with the rap game, and the trap game
I'm managin' my odds
Man these rappers out here reachin', your arms are
to show how miserable life is
You know my moms and pops Joe they brought me up righteous
But temptations why my life's like this
Smile and reminiscing
Wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', what
Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man
Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this
Wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', what
Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man
Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
since the 80's
I've been doin' good, they been doin' bad
When I see you walk by, I'm pursuin' that
But never chase it, my game is so basic
As soon
on my grill
I figured since this is a dream, I might as well get ill
I walked in the house, the big, bad, Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise
imported yours
Man I treat my MSFTS like the
Lakers - the court is ours
Look a nine year old in the
Face and say you're in charge
It's our time to shine
There is no rat on Fat Joe, you disrespect him right now, that's not good
Your fucking busted man, just tell us this shit
Your fucking baby momma told
flooded with cabs and limousines
Where the fuck is Jay-Z
(God damn traffic is getting on my nerve)
(I see your face by the curb)
Goddamn dog I been
here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It
here, he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said look man, a-what time is it?
He said the clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for
here, he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said look man, a-what time is it?
He said the clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for
At the wheel there sat a big man he weighed about 2-10
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
Big Joe's the name I told him mine
He said the name of my rig's
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