Lyrics:
of riding Honda's, I'm tryna sit in a Wraith
I'mma keep on stacking dollars, until I fill up me a safe
I do this shit for my daughter, and my son gotta make
[Fat Joe]
Yeah
This is goin out..
To all the live motherfuckers, knowhatI'msayin?
All the real niggaz
Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens
bitches ain't shit for a yuppie
What up I'm tha J-O-E
To tha muthafucking C and tha place to be
I don't know much but I know this
Kyle's mama is a big fat
people in the place
We'll give you a dose
'Cause Dance-A-Lot and Joe Cooley's
Rockin' coast to coast
LA is a jungle
Where mixing and scratching only
Rocks
have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
A kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dressed in style they go hog wild,
have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
A kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dressed in style they go hog wild,
tell them match my pace
Keep it real, but I'm phony how
Tell them come and get a slice of this bologna now
Slowing down, I'm not holding out
Look, I used
Goodbye Joe, I got to go, me-oh, my-oh
I got to go pull the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, she's the sweetest one, me-oh, my-oh
Son-of-a-gun,
Dear Joe, you know, I'm glad you stayed
I've been feeling, sometimes, in a similar way
Looking back it's probably clear what was due to change
It's
letters under candle, delivered by camel
Layin in a dug-out channel's kinda hard to handle
So I say a little prayer to my maker in this blood filled place
of love
Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
You're in Hernando's Hideaway
of love
Just knock three times and whisper low
That you and I were sent by Joe
Then strike a match and you will know
You're in Hernando's Hideaway
down the pace
I'm placed now with ache
To stay down but ain't
No way
That I'ma stay in this place
Without sayin' the whole story straight
Hey
Gotta calm
all the dangers
Things'll fall into their places
Praying that maybe I'll get through this stage, and
Phase through the phases
Whether its foolishness
all up in this place
I'll be gone you won't remember my name
I'm out of this place
I'm out of this place
I'm out of this place
I'm out of this place
I'm
go
You can never tell me what I know
Skinny man but I move like GI joe
You can never take my place, I'm here to stay
You can never step my way, badman
Take another sip, this could be my last chance
Tell myself by the morning, I'll regret this feeling
As dry-ice fills the room, it's absorbing ceilings
away
(Getting older by the day)
Childhood memories
Sucked away by the breeze
I don't think that I can go on
Is this the place for me?
A safe community?
[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
and ever, again
I’ve been done in too many times at this place
I’ve been beaten with a mace, right in the face
But I keep it up pace, cause I’m in this for
breath
The Northwest fills the lungs, heals the pain in my chest
Take six quarters out of the pocket
Drop it in the box
Hop the 48, off to pay homage
It
Welcome to our journey
During this journey I don't have to do anything
I don't have to set goals
I don't have to try anything
I just see, feel,
the pace still aint stumblin
Won't save a space so I'm buttin in
Talk down to Ye like Joe Budden did
Been on that road now what counts is who comin with
Dive
fill the first time
Oh I get it, trying to charm us with a third time
But Shangri-La awaited by that water tower
Cycle Power tripping on this course for
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