Lyrics:
5 mill from Joe last week
Nigga run your pockets clean
I take checks with apostrophes
I be on my shit and I'm doing my thing
I be in the courthouse
all sick
I wanna known as the bala that changed things
Night after night I've been having the same dream
I'm only spitting facts, you either love it
everybody gets a ring
All men created by the
You know the thing
Self identifying himself
As a kitchen table
Showing air force one stairs
That he's capable
See
house soon after he ended it all
Weakly hoping I could fix things, put the art back on the walls
When suddenly I knew why he'd nailed shut all the doors
I just made a oner, I ain’t done a thing
A lil favour for my bruddah
Errand for a king
So I made a little butter
A couple sides of mutton
Got it from
feel like a beginner after 10,000 hours of practice?
Somebody please find Ja Rule so I can make sense of all this
When did the littlest things become
Nigga, uh, uh, uh
Put a bitch on a bitch and a bitch on a strip
Extra chips with the dip, extra clips for the stick
They my sons, Joe Jackson, come
just give us some consent
Brain in her head, some autonomy
Come on, don't be such a damn coward
And hey, another thing
What's up with all those orcs
Your
like a Pancake
With my eagle eye
I spy all you caliphates
War lasted two decades
But that was yesterday
Biden Sang to Muhammad Happy Birthday
Joe wants
see the glow now they acting like they know wasn’t messing with the kids call me back after the show never been the average joe swear this life is all i
Lay Me Down
Joe L. Murgo
Alright!
Verse One
Lay me down… like a Clapton power chord
Crank it up…then lay me down some more
Chorus One
Lay me down
Za in da air bitch check da Sco damn that's another dead nigga G-Lock came wit a switch all my niggas tote them fully pistols Mike died wit lil Joe
[Talking]
As I blaze, can't help but think about my little nephew
My young nigga, Joe Roc, and all the little niggaz
Walkin' the bloody trail,
to have a problem with a lot of things
And if God is the Creator of all
Then you must have a problem with God
Bro, I don't have no problem with God bro
Why
The fifth principle is imagination
The imagination is literally workshop
where in are fashioned all plans created by man
the impulse, the desire is
And they reek of the mold
And eat dirt by the pile.
They're clever and smart
But they're covered with warts
And some of them are quite tall
And they are
heard the best from me
So remember one thing
Aiyo, it ain't no thing but a chicken wing
Yeah, so sit back, and listen to the chit-chat
Sweet
all
Hold up wait wait wait
Want the money out the gate
Talked to Dad the other day
Said I wanna get paid
He said hurry up son I'm workin workin workin
And there isn't one thing darlin'
I would not do for you
You know, I love you, see, see
I want you ride by my side
See see rider, ough, keep me satisfied
Little ciroc with the henny im gone
I met your girl and she gave me her thong
I see my people surrounded by fakes
Thats why im taking shots in every
things start to go right
Just don't get over complacent
Humble pie and some cream
For all you know this something might not be
Just quite what it seems
mission
Now things start to go right
Just don't get over complacent
Humble pie and some cream
For all you know
This something might not be
Just quite
Hey man
See how it comes and goes
I get a bit tangled in it all
Hey man
I know that something is wrong in here
Cause time will tear your
As a hot sticky thing with a tight derriere
Let me tell you 'bout my trip to the south of France
The women down there they never wear pants
By hook by crook
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