Lyrics:
we don't condone
Better check your hand for you have to fold
Matter of time till they get exposed
Now you back to being just an average joe
What's
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
X-MO testimony
And unlike how I was taught to testify
Inside the Mormon church
By making I know statements all the time
About, let's be real here
Ya see?
Look here see
I know you got soul your trying to hide it
How did you kill a man out in cypress
One Eyed Charlie
He only hangs with
Don't forget your fourty
And we gonna do it like this
I got, fat bags of skunk
I got, White Owl blunts
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes I'm about to go
Griselda by Fashion Rebels yeah, uh
This how shit supposed to sound
This how our shit sound, yeah
Y'all niggas got a lot of catchin' up to do
Yo uh,
have to force me outta this chair daddy
Come on let's get physical, grab me by my hair daddy
Now fuck me hard Joe, fuck me in the ass Joe
Go in on me dry
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
You could (fall to your death death) be the first to feel the heat
To see how much we got (we got)
To see
sellin' out your man when he
The reason you got on (I ain't trippin')
You know they say
That gangsters don't live that long
But how can I be here homes
If I
never get this moment
Back again
And they'll always remember this time" How do
We as adults optimize it for them right now
Whether they have money or not
they say the Tribe can't flow
But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so
Sleep if you want NyQuil will help you get your Z's, troop
but after they little hopes and dreams get broken
Me and Hi-Tek, we live long and prosper like Vulcans
Think I'm jokin'? We both got sons, we make
untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a n**** wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I
and it's gangster
Watch how we secretly sabotaged this cypher with Ghost Weed
(Give me that back) nah, just, step back off
(Let me get some) I got
we go, Joe Sinistr representin' from the joint)
Yo, yo, I pause for the cause
I seen niggas heads busted, someone pass the gauze
This rhyme may
Hold up lil mama
Let me spit some game
Yea i seen you round da way
Joe Kent's da name
You need to get an education
Get yo life in order
You in school
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
I'm right here per your request, now you stuck in them shoes
No alliances with Meek, it's still fuck him too
Before we start, to the fans, I'm
[Master P:] Yo Ann, wuz up?
[Ann:] Wuz up?
[Master P:] Shit girl I know you got it going on and everything
But its like this here, (what?) how come,
we don't get him now then we will in due time
I bust enough shots to kill him two times, I do crimes
I get caught then my mind's defined in my son's
ain't nothin' for ya
Two shots, my allabies, I'm with Joe and De La Hoya
Fight on, ran up in the crib and turned the lights on
Yo get this, Mothafucka!
myself
Like, how much worse could this get
Man look at you, this is rock bottom, can we snap out of this
And go get ready for next year
A time for you
Discuss these how did we get here by fat joe Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In