Lyrics:
Cerebellum, how you feeling? never tell em
Once you let em in they replicate and you can never ever end it
I’m like okay, fuck it, don’t wanna feel nothing
much I push the cash money, they don't believe me
Turn on the DVD, and the c.d
Don't watch me, homeboy watch T.V
Head rest, 7.5 Clarion
You ain't
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
moms
Joe is the Don, you clean, then show me your arm's
For these track's, I'ma fiend like a soldier in 'Nam
Only the Bronx will blow your ass outta
your trash
Before it end up in the ocean
You should see what's in these whales
When they have to cut em open
I am so open
Smoking to Joe Rogan
And I
on the wall
You in the dusk preying for
Some daylight through my heart
With no guarantee like you Joe
And I'm Chico Debarge
My peoples come to party arty
When
Joe C.: Kyle's mama is a big fat bitch
She's tha biggest bitch I know
And she stinks like shit
Remember back in tha day when she was skinny
Now she
own
Don't you cry
Never do a days work
Nothing of value will ever get hurt
I've always been a man of the track
Took Joe down to the track
So
against any one of these niggas
If I'm on the track then you know it get figures
I'm in first place this ain't no competition
Rap just a hobby my mind got
like grippin' on a stick shift in a Porsche
My niggaz asked for direction to go on this track
I said fuck a direction, spaz out! Get 'em up high!
By accident
I found a room to rent
Above a bar they called little Joe’s
It was a big old shack
Off the beaten track
But man, I was tired of the road
like that movie, can't Get Out
Defund the police, Obama said he don't believe in that
In the country where you can't even jog while bein' black (I
tarnished flask
You could hear every cigarette he'd smoked every time he laughed
Busker John Joe May
Is buried in an unmarked pauper's grave
Near the bells
Yeah
I'm just a man with skin and bones like
You
That's it
Do you believe in God
Do you believe in love
Do you believe in war
You believe in guns
You
and the Pentecostal
Why you niggas wiggidy wiggidy wack, gettidy get in the back
With a umbilical patch, jump in the middle of the track
None of y'all niggas can act
limits, you don't even know what's capable
Fuck that shit that you believe in, I believe in me
Talkin' on they phones and PC like they off that PCP
Hit the street
You going straight to DVD
You could never compete with me
I tried to lift you to the screen
‘Cause I believe and I believe
But the more I
a dancer (woo, woo, woah)
Peach Cîroc sangria (Woo)
I got Timb on the track, rest in peace to Aaliyah (right)
I wanna go, I wanna go, she took a trip
well
Isolation me and myself in a cell
I remember when I was surrounded by people and still I felt lonely as hell
Say you're there for me I cannot tell
joe
Look
By now y'all niggas done know 2x
Niggas hate they could blow on dick
You talkin' too hot, you get put on a screen
I ain't talkin bout Nolan
DukeDaGod:
It's Dipset all day, The Movement Moves On
Cam'ron:
New York City, you are now tuned in to America's #1 station, Hot 97
In conjunction
Best believe you slow down, your ass will get passed up
Everything, everything gold and its adding up
I just been laying cool in the cut
All this
squad like Fat Joe nigga
I dog the cat yeah your bitch call me Odie nigga
Flag on the play I got a first we gone decline
I whoop you bad staples in your
rhymes
Yeah
Gettin' kinda' old I been loosin' my mind
Been feelin' hopeless in the hole I climb
My brain is dark, don't step inside
If you do you
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