Lyrics:
the light was bright on the (ave)
I went to pick up cash from my cousin little Kev
He told me Joe had a dream in jail he got steamed
His wife became
the light was bright on the (ave)
I went to pick up cash from my cousin little Kev
He told me Joe had a dream in jail he got steamed
His wife became
I make real fat tapes, and I like the sound
Sayin' lines from the mind, never writin' em down
Though a talent I have had for quite some time
Not
enough light to fire up this mo heat
Got just enough ice to not be low key
Look, I'm King Jacob you ain't gotta know me
But ya, you so real so you gotta
a forest and absorbed it
Haunted by my guilty conscience
Options of whom he’s the fondest
Split it up in a way dat chu can’t save
Eat it up wen she bust u
[Intro: Cam'Ron]
Ok First off, you a bitch nigga
Only reason I'm doin this
I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty
First - you stole
behavin like they are too good
There lived a little boy that was misled
By another little boy and this is what he said
Check it "Me and you kid we gonna
to come by; real niggaz you 'know?
That ain't on no gay shit, that's on some real shit, dig that
Oh boy! Uhh.. (Not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin)
Intro:
Yeahhh
Big dawg
(Wop)
Haaah!
Hook:
Get it low I’ma sell it for high
Nigga tryna to get rich I ain’t tryna get by
I was trapping out
downstairs
My man Big Ice he lounging in Queensbridge
And all you real cats know what time it is
On the real all you crabs cats know the deal
On the real all
you, you say we just friends but not tonight boo.
Lets pretend you my Cinderella, have you home by twelve, or respect the fellas.
Keep you together in my
compete on who's the star of the show
Golden legs there makes off with the dough
I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher
He said one glance is all
I got it
Your mom is so fat (How fat is she?)
Your mama is so big and fat that she can get busy
With twenty-two burritos, but times are rough
I
I got it
Your mom is so fat (How fat is she?)
Your mama is so big and fat that she can get busy
With twenty-two burritos, but times are rough
I
waste this time
It's going by I can't tell you why
But trust me
Yo, I said u know like that
Manna real bad boy, yh you know like that
Yo its heat that I
niggas not caught him
We slid down the street, let that bull act like a donut
Nigga too slow, man, he should've floated
All niggas mad, they ain't gettin'
y'all thinkin man
Y'all thinkin Jada gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
He really crazy tho
This nigga be walkin around
"Incarus" or "Blackfish".
Don't expect more from him
Than just the gist,
For try as he might, he could not
Spoil it.
Upon a car crash scene arrives,
496 I'ma lead that
Fat Joe
Lean Back uh
Call me Paramedics he need that
Get the breesh no bitch you could keep that
Two guns I suggest you run
Cause
Joe know for a fact I keep it real
He still ain't take the charge
Why she talkin' crazy 'bout me like I
Don't do more than my part?
I can't play with my
more tricks than a Hunts Point ho
Search for beats with my man called Show
Then I shoot the gift with my man Fat Joe
I put hits together just like
rest for a minute in some peace
Brought with me a fat skunky bag, smoke in solitary
Lonely minds, tell me how that's not a disease
Rolling up by myself
I'm not pushy
I'm joe exotic and all yall some pussies
Acid got me in wonderland like the mad hatter
Got to call my nurse so Im a just park up some
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
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