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mach' die dick Fat-Joe-Monetos
Echt Gold an meinem Hals, du bist jetzt broke
Ich weiß nicht, was du denkst, von mir gibt's keinen Cent, Ho

Phone home

the greatest
In my email a feature from Phew
In my DM like I'ma need two
But you said that the album was done
Now we givin' out verses for fun?
Give him twelve

X-ray vision, peep thru they disguise
Skin tone white, chinese in the eyes
Gassed up flight, somewhere in the sky
Up all night trying to make it by

Have

hips
Shake they rumps, bass thump
Believin they could fly by the way you jump, player, uhh
Hip-Hop mayor, fat rhyme sayer
From the Boogie Down

sweet bitches seem to only love flakes
Fuck
Without that pain I might be stuck
Fat bitch wife four kids
Livin' in a house pulled by a truck
Check to check

chick

Stimulation from penetration

Leaves the girl in a Matrix

Ass fat, but she’s basic 

She’s blinded by the world she’s living in 

If the nigga got

Candyland Joe

The Frogs

My Daughter the Broad

1996

the candy melts away
Candyland Joe with his ass in a sling for this weekend
Next week he'll be available again for business
By then, oh...

the last bullet" tattooed
So I remember the real ones in life (Joe Harrow)
I lost so much hours being awake at night my eyes started to drown
I felt so much

Lonesome, by and by
We all get lonesome by and by

You came to me in a dream
You told me someday I'd let it go
The problem is in the territory
There ain't no

no history's no future, despair in their face/
The ones who get beat up by police and toy cops/
like my boys got victims of boycotts/
you claim they're

Memoirs

Migos

Yung Rich Nation

2015

Offset he got me high
That was right by the neighbors house?
Remember the time we broke in the neighbors house
That was our first paper route
Remember

Saturday Night

Schoolly D

Saturday Night! The Album

1987

then we snuk upstairs
Step by step with a hint of fear
We got into my room, bitch started to scream
Momma busted in with a fucked up scene
Shirt

trey-pound, black 9-mil
Magucci leather got me shoe crazy
Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops baby
And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you

of what happens
When you put amazing thinkers in
A room together and eliminate what they
Normally do and all the
Cliches that people slip into and challenge

open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't nobody in the crowd
They

Leaders
Of the School
I bust a door open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't

Cry My Name by Bloodbath
Reekomposer vocals by Tony Reviere and Joe Benson
You will see
My burning inferno
And there is no way in your wildest dreams

Inside Susan

Pulp

Intro: The Gift Recordings

1993

Susan catches the bus into town at ten-thirty a.m. she sits on the back seat. she looks at
The man in front's head and thinks how his fat wrinkled

Dripping thru the lane
And we looking fantastic 
Gold by the packet 
Ripping off the plastic
Back in my domain we about to make a classic
Beat going

Shout

"I was hoping that somebody
Would say that, um
'Shout' was the single for '84
In the sense that there have been
There were so many protest

a dream last night
That I climbed up another flight
Of stairs with flashing neon lights
Friendly, green, and in my sights...They burned

Eat at Joe's you

Whole Bunch of bitches who fucking soft
Just shoulders left heads I'm knocking off
cnd it's free of charge take a seat by the bar
In a bordello with a few

it's money talking I'm like bet yea I heard you
Flow crack tho like fat joe I could serve you
Pockets fatso but that don't concern you 
Born in 94 I been

check, when Bapa
Wrenched it near clean from
His shoulders.
Chin's cheap insurance can't
Book a room in the hospital 
Where expenses loom.
Forthwith, he