Lyrics:
motherfucker Peter (whip it up, yeah)
Yeah, my name Joe I'm named after my grandpa
These motherfuckers calling me "Josip" (let's go, yeah)
He was a chef cooking
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit
I rock it 'til, bitches start givin' up that punany
Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass
hearin' Jay-Z shout out that nigga Dame (it was)
Fat Joe vs. Ja Rule wasn't as special
They said Ja won but Joe was super disrespectful (he was)
Lets
Why you mad? why you mad bro?
Lean back nigga fat joe
You know I’m just tryna get the bag yo
We like lol to the bank though
True talk (Yeah)
Look
That turn blonde in the sun
Creepy Uncle Joe
And the kids used to come up and reach in the pool and rub my leg down
Creepy Uncle Joe
It was straight
thug posse
[Fat Joe]
For the right price, I put any ? up on ice
So for a green card
Terror Squad will carve 'em up real nice
Send 'em to Christ takin'
away from a predicate
That Pa-trуn's my medicine
Them stones blowin like they owned by Edison
I am on my better than, everybody tip
Walk up in the club
We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood, bitch, run yo' ass up out of it
This gun come with eight clips, shoot
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
25/8 I a never let the bag go
Just beccuz u flexxxin on the Gram don't make you bad h**
Choppas make a n**** lean back Like he fat joe
Never had
with an a** too fat
With a body like that And the eye contact
Imma let the devil win, f**k around and relapse
Somebody tell shorty I’m a real one
a feast at a table headed by
A lupine figure hiding in fleece
No one ever thought to check jesus
For the sign of the beast, no one ever
Lifted his hair
Guaranteed You're Going To Choke Son
Fire Smoke I'm High Joe
Eyes Low Smoke Somethin
Up Early That's Wake And Bake
Cigarillos My Pancakes
This Ain't No
Crazy)
LA stand up
MaccMall let's get to it
Fat Joe
If you fuckin' with the Macc, let me know
I Blew 20 in a Day, bitch this money on the floor
I Just
allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in high-rises, diving
"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E.
Sermon
"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe
And ya
nigga started this shit
[Chorus]
Be careful what you ask for, Joe got bagged
He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
Now he rattin'
boy, I'm down for the tussel
Show you what's up under this fat, it's the muscle
Mr. Killa
We're right to your jaw
I'm drillin' ya
So what the f**k it is
so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
that thang
Before I leave E a bastard this ratchet I'll let it bang
Like f**k it I'll do the time, f**k it I move for mine
Joe shit gets exposed I make
If you feel what I say, you'll understand what I'm talking about
If you hate what I say, you're exactly who I'm talking about
Don't give a f-k if
someone fucking jizzed on the lid
It's a little bit of Joe pubic hair in his shit
Shit fard, fucking barred by the plunger
Fucking fard like it's thunder
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