Lyrics:
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
plottin
Whatever weather, summer winter yeah I got it poppin
And I ain't stopping I ain't even got no other options
I just stay in my notes and I get
found my soul mate finally
But one day I found out she actually owned a copy
Of Joe dirt on DVD
Oh, no! I said
Hey! Are we lobbing hand grenades, kiddo?
he know I don't give a damn
He'll be real glad to see you he can finally get some yams
Showin' off ya tan while they poppin rubber bands
Fashion nova
I used to kick it with a brother named, Moe
Moe used to kick it with a brother named, Joe
Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha
on Sherman Klump 'cause they all fat
Bro poppin' Perky pills out the party pack
She want a bad boy, I am not enough (Not enough)
Slurricane gas, put it in
poppin' champagne, drinkin' till I'm jumpin' out the window,
Ha ha If the autotune's gone bet they'll all tune in
So I'mma do it bigger than an Audemar
every time he draw me with compliments
Joey I'm fallin for a thug, should I sacrifice
or let it go brother you never gave me bad advice
[Fat Joe
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, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
Poppin' in real life
Poppin' in real life, I mean
Real, real life
They pull in broad daylight and
Aim it at your dome, they pull-up
To your casa, and parlay
the remix
I go by the name of Sacario
[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon
your head, do and skidattle wit Joe
And get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'dro
Better back it up money before they crack through
when you that dope
Call the popo Boi I got dope
Tryna make a millie shit ifani though
Then i lean back like fat joe
200si camry, my nigger's ball like
the season, paid checks heavy
It's King Jaffe Joe, get ya tape decks ready
You gotta feel the heathen, we guerilla breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, this
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
the haters), they never invited
They can't get on my level, my level is private (woo)
Who fly more than me?
My level is pilot (woo)
My pockets stay fat, 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
just made it, we gon be raging, throwing hands up to elevations
Gained 30 pounds, swim wear, don’t care
Bad hair, Old Joe money raining right here (“Fat
droppin
When they got up there, all that shit that they droppin' is not poppin
Comin' up, winnin' against me, it's not a option
A lot of dudes get placed
less unit's (c'mon)
Can't stop won't stop rock it to the rhythm
Cause we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get down joe Budden, Busta
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
partner
So I gave him my tape
Said he'd play it for him
Hoping that I'd get my big break
But never got a response anyway
This nigga named Pop Gates came
joe
Look
By now y'all niggas done know 2x
Niggas hate they could blow on dick
You talkin' too hot, you get put on a screen
I ain't talkin bout Nolan
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
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