Lyrics:
the ghetto
Oh lord Its a war
Fat beats, they play on,
Want dope rhymes, put me on
Word is bond
Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it
Word is bond
I go on
cnd
is a game and you will be deleted
Nigga, you will be obsoleted
You will witness the rise of the Phoenix
(gang)
Kill em in the Benz, kill em in
off my blazer then finished my Guinness
So then I walked in, seen the God shufflin' cards
Spades game, it's goin' down, he lost a couple of yards
to party, we came to party, we came to party
Aiyyo, step in my area, and I'ma bury ya
Tha Likwit crew is blowin so the more the girl the merrier
So
More than I like it
So put it all over your face don't bite it
From rags to riches club packing
Bitches had the bag and ditch us
Her head game is
Intro
Yea yea what up y’all this ya boy Joe crack Fat joe chillin wit the homie expo Bushwick Brooklyn what’s good let’s get to it this track is
So here's another dose for you to feel, put ya body in it
Come on, squat, come on, squat
Come on, squat, come on, squat
Come on, squat, come on,
So here's another dose for you to feel, put ya body in it
Come on, squat, come on, squat
Come on, squat, come on, squat
Come on, squat, come on,
wit the metal on my waist
Invade ya space and put several in ya face
Take everything and hit the fire escape
Police find ya body gagged up, wired
know da game, same shit different hoes yea
We cut the ears and the tail off, Mickey Mouse...
Never been a rat never had him in the house
Call me Captain
know da game, same shit different hoes yea
We cut the ears and the tail off, Mickey Mouse...
Never been a rat never had him in the house
Call me Captain
smell
And you got a ass fat as hell
I just had to call ya
Girl I'm lovin' what you do to me
You break me off and then put me to sleep
I just had
Oh, stewardess! I speak jive
Oh, good
Jus' hang loose, blood
She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med side
What it is, big mama? My mama no
too much
Yall aint got no money
Yall just takarada bucks
Yea when im pullin up
We get em up
Wit'da left right
Upper cut
Call me megalo joe
Beat em up
in my shades in my blueones
gotta pair with the studs like donna's
light green lookin just like niners
sum say das my house like rond rall
doors open
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an O.G. if yaint heard about me
I put four
a struggle/
Actions speak more den words so don’t tell me I love you/
All da pain & alla hunger I put it in da hustle/
& love don’t mean shit told her I
when ya claimin ya gang bang
Doin everythin to gain fame and get yourself a name
But I done seen my homies gettin smoked over dice games
When you was
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
Jada was bald 'cause of alopecia (he didn't)
That's somethin' a majority of people knew nothin' about
But I bet you he won't put her name back in his
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership tryin to get a test drive
Nas you's a window shopper
and the mouses
Getting fat on the couches, huh
Come get enchanted by the love of the planet
And take a break from the modern worlds covered in granite
Cause there
flesh
Hold ya breath 'cause your next stop is death
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Yeah yeah, we in for mothafuckin like, ya heard me?
See you niggas creepin
team, yeah
Put my dick all in her, yeah
Your bitch gonna cream, yeah
Your girl give me head, yeah
Kinda like oil sheen, yeah
This bitch she is upset
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