Lyrics:
From the album non album tracks
Five minutes to midnight and the mood is right
A lot of wine, a 'lil music, slow dancing by candlelight
Can't you
walk on by
I might look you down, and I might say "Hi"
And if you come up choosing, I just might laugh
Say "Little girl check me out in about two
night
Still stuck in that Joe shit!
You fuckin' faggots!
You better sweat out piss you fuck wit me
Turn your light into a river of shit!
Rucka Rucka,
You're just rooms baby,
You niggas are everything Little Shaker made you,
You niggas don't deserve to be with Rukie in the same room,
You
crack, since fat joe made em lean back
I'm running up the score for sure, if they want war nigga
I'm God's machine, what you thinking I'm built for
Man, I
seems like yesterday
You were in my math class
We used to kick back
Talk about laruines fat-ass
Passed away time with some mad jokes
You and I sailing in
some rappers who won't be here by the next June
There's some rappers who still asking for some leg room
I just give 'em half a bar like they give
A young man sits alone by himself after stabbings
Locked in the dark, no one's home
His heads' been warped since his birth no one's bragging
city bouncing
Dance around the room and Ryan said "we got a fat one"
I'm always making moves went from a pony to a stallion
You talking 'bout the racks
crooked, Joe got me buzzing it's a tease
Ortiz artisans with the pen, making this artist find the thread
See the intent, 45 cents in my pocket, hot in this
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
surprise
but when in front of Jenny's dorm I cound't believe my eyes
I say the same ugly van I saw in '93
I found her room but guess what a brother had
surprise
but when in front of Jenny's dorm I cound't believe my eyes
I say the same ugly van I saw in '93
I found her room but guess what a brother had
WarZone, you can't bring heem back
Where the fat booty bitches at tell her bring yo back
Skinny nigga call me Fat Joe, I was leanin back
I was in the field
something man
So at that point what else could you ask for?
Tears running down a nigga face
In a room full of failures I feel out of place
Still
Cole World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare package
bumrushing them hoes like Joe Klecko
It's hard to get a ticket like the Funkmaster Flex show
Even fat girls get twist into pretzels, Tony Starks special
like a fat farm
Mickey the D what you
Eat now that's fat harm
Big Onna jeans poppa
Sneaks fubu phat farm
Bro say I train em
Then kick em to curb
He
willy wit it
You couldn't rock with the kid even if you milly wit it
That's a fact even fat joe woulda leaned back
Even john travo woulda greased that
[Joe Budden]
Joey, uhh...
Uh, one question
Now who rep Jersey like me?
Baby few dudes ain't worthy like me
You know I keep somethin pretty by me
aint fam then
Don't text or call me
I'm just getting by
And its okay if
You don't check on me
Let me in yo brain
Let me in yo brain
Coldest in the game
and you seen that shit
Stupid you running around
Like the Messiah isn't a force
Then tell me how did my first album
Even get on the source
I was
your shots I'm wearing a vest
Walk in the room and I'm the best dressed
Talked to a fat chick they call me foolish
I'm not risky I'm a opportunist
Draw
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