Lyrics:
ask about me, see if you ain't heard
When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meaning
Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you
all I make is dance music
But to almost anything
You can dance stupid
They ain't like the single
But they ain't cop the album
Wouldn't give a chance
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those
Where?
My apartment
Oh, but you couldn't possibly
Think of leaving now, joe
Norma, the script is finished
No, Joe no it's just the beginning
It's just
Yeah, this is Dr. Dre
And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!
The album is 'Vehicle City'
Aftermath
This some 2018 shit
So
First things first
Ok
Yeah yeah
Everywhere that I go another alias
To the core Carolinian
Flows in all areas activity
Activated by me in every city
be highly probable
I got my shit in order now
Chronological
Got HIITs like Joe Wicks
Feel unstoppable
You're no more than biological
But to see your
Mama, mama Joe
Is beating the shit
Outta papa Joe
Still in mind
Working 'til
'Til his sight
Turned into darkest
The darkest night
Finally turning
That Utah Copper Company sure is mean
"Now by the whites of my eyes
"You Union men need to organize"
Joe Hill was away five miles or more
When two men
GOT THEIR GUTS THEY BROUGHT THEIR GUNS
THEY TOOK c CHcNCE IN THE SETTING SUN
cND TWO MEN WERE KILLED BY THE DOOR
GINc JcNE BOBBY JOE GINc JcNE BOBBY
Crazy Joe was an honest soul
Until he lost his mind
He stepped out of his car that day
And walked the mile line
Those who tried to reconcile were met
My upper lip is numb
cnd my fingers are bony
We live to strum
Dine on cake and macaroni
If you could walk around these streets
Like you walk around
no reason young hustler in da streets bleedin'
Moms greivin' Joe you came up from all dat
Fuck dat you taught how to survive crack
[Chorus:]
My
it don't lag
I put that shit in the past
Make you notice me like when you walking by a candy shop
Writing poetry, whoa is me, is written in the rocks
And I came to have fun, here homie
(what else?)
And I came wit a ton of money (but)
Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
This chick's wit her man
eating
The flesh of your dead brother
By the words of Allah
Ring the alarm you ain't asleep and
Time's robbed a collage
An Illustrative conceptual
Montage
Mesmorized by his style, could tell he was wild
but he had a touch of class and a million buck smile
Got a thing for a thug and he fit the profile
Thug
back ya breath is jumping
Spitting venom yea no cobra
G.I. Joe Lv a soldier
Chasing green a 4 leaf clover Rockstar like college posters
MPG and Wealthy
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
that what
You're looking at is all we are
Two old people
Watching the days go by
Sonny, no one is what
They look like
Everyone's so much more
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
[Incomprehensible]
Shit is realla then you think, man, you must not know
It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
Damn, woah, this really the last song (Yeah)
And i'm still shmacking the shmiz
And i'm not your average Joe (Woah) (On god i'm not)
Woah (Huh?)
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