Lyrics:
with fire so I'm hitting the gym
Satan still trying he can go eat a dick
I escape situations by just being me
Reset the playing field something I will
Pickett
So come again, come again my friend
If you live by the pen then you'll die by the pen
I'm gonna live to be a senior citizen
Why? Because my shit
Yeah, yeah..
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (I'm going to kill [echoes])
[Verse One: Method Man]
to God that you stayed right here
Set 'em Joe, play "Walkin' the Floor"
Play it for my flat-chested junkie whore
I'm staying up late, I'm making amends
grey Mexican suit
The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
'Cause tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
I smash
just can't be here by myself yeah yeah (higher eh)
I feel I'm outside in orbit
Maybe my lifestyle is scorching
Maybe my right hand is sore from
Waves
an ice cold beer
And a short for Father Loyola
Father Joe's got the clap again
He's drinking Coca-Cola
Down on Rain Street
Bless me Father for I have
try it
We'll pick up Hazy Davey and Killer Joe and
I'll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go
They're built like light and they dance like
Kill shit like I'm Jason
On some camp crystal lake shit
You woke up this morning why the fuck is you complaining
They thinking that I made it just by
Okay
This is dedicated to y'all
Happy summer nights
Okay, uh, let's get it
So fly like a plane on the sky
And imma drop this by the end of July
by
Loft are you throwing up in the sink?
Ah shit Looby's now yelling
Maddy
Maddy
Joe why are you walking around like Paranormal Activity?
What the fuck
brother, he be snappin' too
Got tired of fuckin' bitches by the one
When I can fuck 'bout two
Free lil' Blue, I got it from my nigga
Now I’m first to shoot
Joseph, do you think I'm
I don't ever think of you
Look at all this stuff I do
I played shows in Belarus
Now Joe, do you think I'm cool?
Do you
get enough
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough
I just can't get enough
Honey got me runnin like I'm Flo Joe
Signs her name on my
I can turn your girl into an eater (turn up)
Pineapple Crush by the liter
OTF, follow the leader (this how we do this shit)
Man, I'm off the shit,
Ey Su
Open the kitchen, we cookin'
Made a hit by mistake, oops
My line busy, fall season like who this?
I'm the highest, fuck the roof
I'm kinda hot
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno (woah)
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Fat Joe (woo)
And understand I got the gift of speech
harder on yourself, son"
I know this shit by heart, I'm too clever
"Have you ever been arrested before?"
"Nope, never"
DA reject all over his face
You see,
asking for kisses
When I'm granting their wishes
They be passing they digit's
Carry up on the block
Getting screwed by the cop
Cutting school, getting off
made it
I'm addicted, damn, I'm faded, faded
This is a beat with no words at first, it's a blank painting
Exercising the mind, it's brain strength
and lil' Joe be caught
But I'm about to make me (?)
I hit 'em five times make her feel comfort
Took her to the mall then she robbed and sorted
One
on by)
Taste the moon, the outer space, and satellites
(Yeah)
Like Francis Ngannou I'm a Heavyweight, smoking to elevate allow me to demonstrate
How you
affection has made me feel
Needing someone by my side, oh so real
Can't wait another minute man of steel
Every second feels oh so real
Cause I don't want
of the trunk on him like Leslie Chow
I'm from a town where
If you make it to thirty without yo hands dirty
Shorties won't respect you
Pray to God that he protect
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