Lyrics:
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
But you nowhere near it
You can talk a lotta shit, but
We ain't tryin to hear it, nO!
Ya boy Joe back on it, I'm back at it
The same shit that scared
I'm helpless
I ain't all that careless being alive I still cherish
But I find myself hating on those who livin' better
Say congratulations and don't let
open up a world of entertainment guess would you did you broke new ground in congratulations now the second thing I like to dress is more the business
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
June
1013 them, follow the blueprint
King like BB, making the blues hit
Congratulations he in the news clip
Barbershop, he earned the newest clip
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
Told her lean back, Fat Joe
My body different, I could take your soul (body different)
Only two ways this could go (go, hol' on)
You know (you know),
Fat Joe I don't dance Bruh
All about that action
We don't say much
We don't play that
Ama Pull up with Squad
You gon really know whats up
When we all
the CVS
Told her bring that lean back like Fat Joe
Like Fat Joe
You niggas rapping but y’all really just not fucking with me
Y’all claim y’all trappin' but
Fat Joe fellas rock away lean back,
Now spin to the right, land in front left leg,
Switch right foot, slide left, stolen base, safe
Now take it down
a rep that I made all by myself
One I hate all by myself
That comes from decisions created all by myself
I can't shake it all by myself
See I grew up
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
said I got dos
I took her to the mall, cause I got gift cards
She give me sloppy like I'm Joe yeah, cause I got hard
Chasing a check like Mr. Krabs
She
truck (Beep, beep)
Say he want smoke, bitch, then it's goin' up (Let's go)
Gold around me like I'm King Tut (Tut)
Smalls shoot like Joe Johnson, coming in
It was nine months bc (hah)
Joe didn't have a clue
What Mary his pretty little fiancé
Had gotten herself into
Or where the Spirit touched her
In
to goddamned Joe
For cleaning the bus, we cussed, caps were bust
On us, Joe should have adjust to the goddamn musk
We were the Christmas and Joe Damn was merry
cookie, sarcastic with my words, I'm feelin' clever
Need a foreign bitch like Cardi B fat ass, her name Rosetta
I'ma play my part, I played the role like
catch them slipping in the Ali
I don't fight like Joe Calzaghe
One scram, two man on a Kawasaki
Bouncers didn't wanna let me in the club cah' they're
Wilkes can you please sign here and here
Congratulations
What does she weigh
Cheer up mate
Take it day by day
Don't give up the day job
It's on the blink
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow)
Yo there's more to life than just credit cards and money
Now why we ballers sweatin' crazy chasin hunnies?
You know it's funny
If you ask certain people they all fabrication
Congratulations, to anyone who found they life's purpose
The earth is perfect but the world is flawed
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