Lyrics:
my life
Fat children took my life
Well, some passers-by took me to the station
The police force was elsewhere,
Putting bullets in some guy's head
to get that cash.
She a money maker,
so she get dat cheese,
shake it like a tamborine
just like he-
make it rain like Fat Joe
if he aint kiddin
what cha
Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more)
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking,
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
up
By hookin' me up with witches
Now even Joe thinks I'm paranoid
Cause I got this odd
Sense of danger every 40 yards
So I roll with bodyguards
I swear
stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall
I'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault
They gated me off, by Hendrix while he
it
Because you did not shine your little light
So, shine your little light
This is my story
This is my little light
And yes
I made this music all by
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
a hater like golf and put a hole in one
I don't carry guns but my dawg holdin' one
y'all boys flip bricks, these boys flip tons
One time Fat Joe, rest
carry guns but my dawg holdin' one
y'all boys flip bricks, these boys flip tons
One time Fat Joe, rest in peace Big Pun
This how I do it, do it, spit
some interest and depths I can reach
Myriad stories and expressions of strength
Might work on some, but here I regret
Come across a share of puffed
mad,
and I'm staring at their butt cheeks
When a bitch let's everyone hit in the butt
She's always coming back with a fat gut
She's showing pictures,
done came and left
I'm by myself, with your traces
And my yard you know it's hard, mentally-scarred
Brain-barred little cousin Joe, I done seen
a gin
Every single day man I’m missin my friends
Little fat bitch man you better wash your hards
Don’t go to your crib start touching your mans
Don’t
I've just taken a sacred oath each of those patriots have taken. The oath first sworn by George Washington. But the American story depends not on any one
brothers
Crime stories, if you've ever been locked up
You know the true stories, no glory
And I?d like to say this before we get outta here
To my brothers
Here's a happy tune you'll love to croon
They call it Sam's song
It's catchy as can be, the melody
They call it Sam's song
Nothing on your mind
and denounced by Fascists. Such chilling cruelty, such inhuman actions. These were witnessed and endured in Forlì.
Standing here, in front of the San Mercuriale
I need everything I came for (Joe Joe got 'em again)
And some
Prosper
I'm tryna live prosper
Prosper
I'm tryna live
I'm just tryna live
I
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story
they catch on they bitch on
The position to get pissed on, there no Kelly here so no pissin' on
He pissed off them police by driving too slowly
stand
(I'm a man) Am I by
(I'm a man) I'm your slave
(I'm a man) I'm a little girl when we make love together
Hey, hey, hey
Jude, don't make it bad
Take
thank you and alladat
Played the hell out of the Nubians -- the shit was fat
So now we're in Lafayette, Louisiana
Bought a three eighty from some little
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