Lyrics:
life steers me
I don't like the way she actin' bitch why you mad cheery
Gavin Dead he ain't comin' back
I would def go hit his sister but she kinda fat
effort
You think that'll you get rich if you just manifest it?
It's all God's will every day we get tested
I can't never sell my soul
But my life I
dripping like soy sauce
So you don't wanna fuck with the boys
Cause we got the toys and we grew up in the noise
My life is controlled by the chaos
And I
EM' BOWING DOWN TO CEE
AND HOLLIN' BOUT THE QUEENS BACK!
NO FAT JOE BUT I GOT THE FIENDS, CRACK!
AND I SPIT AND GIVE IT TO EM'
CAUSE I KNOW THEY NEED
Lil goth and Gothxxotic
On some dead shit
Iced out cracked wrist
On yo head
Ahhhhh
Iced out cracked wrist on yo head
I been living up my life
I been
bringing that back
See the whole team knows that I'm king of the pack
Swallow your pride, stop chatting bare crap
Yo
Lean back like fat joe
Always on my
rappers need a ghost writer for,
cnd off another niggaz rhymes they pockets fat as Michael Moore,
Until they fucking Halle Berries makin it rain like they
good at this music when the China white right there
In front of my sight like "Here
Sell me and go bye-bye here"
When I sold that beat to Fat Joe I ain't
Til we die
Effort
Effort
Effort
Strive
Effort
Effort
Til we die
Why you offer me advice
You don't even take your own
Why you pick apart my life
Ain't
Gregg or my Guy
Uncle Rays on da forklift, rolling right by
I just seen Nobby, bout to link Phil
Mick hail up, when I’m done work big Taylor
Da pretty
riches Pulled up with fat girls, left with bad bitches
It was just summer, how is it Christmas Damn that was 4 months, I must've missed it
Where was I
like I do it for my job
I don't know, if I go back to the old Joe
I'll be hang man by a gold rope
So God please don't leave
You know I've been
should get to know, on a different plateu, like whoa!
Buyin out what's love, like fat Joe, mommy I know, but I'm willing to grow.
To the mountain top if
at the Muse
For ugly, I didn't and here's where I'm at
Chill, is that Q-Tip pullin out a gat
Damn, now I know sumthin really on
First to bust off, Fat Joe
Topic: Stress
1. Fuck the world, smoke weed, live life (live life)
2. I ma animal, living this wild life (wild life)
3. I ma act a fool, just like
destroyers, life I'm chasing those Freemasons
Chasing 'em back to the place of birth to reverse all of their creations
Scientists give us fabrication
that I'm flexing
17 got my first chick
Ass fat couldn't dare to breath
My whole life was a blessing
My first car had it wrecked in
You love it you come
M.O.P., kept it hardcore, from Onyx to DMX
Now it's on Soundscan sells and BDS
When the Fat Boys, to Big Punisher and Fat Joe
EPMD, to me was, the best
["This is serious business."]
["Come by boy!"]
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty
Coolin' with the fellas while downin'
checkout outside look up the vision (Ouu)
No lie I commit that Ion make fraud (No)
Compile on my life I'm not to play around (No cap)
Come by to play many
life is barely habitable
Our actions are unfathomable
I guess it is safe to say I started out at the port, right by the new bridge
And nowadays it
and the steak and the potatoes and the plate
Never a dummy, rejections are funny
First years of my life I thought that food stamps were money
So by ten I was
chasin' clout (come on)
Shit corny, even Fat Joe had to call him out
You mad she fuckin' Nelly nigga that's what it's all about (haha)
Stacy Dash dumb
always on the go
He used to live in Champtown, but moved to Slum Village
In a city Motown that was run by Mike Illitch
Lived with Fat Joe, in Ras Kass
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