Lyrics:
the love
But you really gotta chill though
Kill Moe
You know how the game go
Ain't trippin' off no nigga
Ain't worried bout an enemy
Fat pussy energy
Don't
the cameras don't get aired here
They can't see you
Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do
And you don't appear to be a peer to me, for real
You should kneel
life beginning for us everybody was filled with good cheer
And fat Flossie and I we hit the floor
We drank champagne we danced all night and more
We did
with rain
We never did allow no roots to grow beneath our feet
Life just had no pattern for Gypsy Joe and me
All we had was each other and the rags
shit
Raul ya heard me?
Macho, Jigga Brown JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh
Sound boy turn this shit up right here
[Fat Joe]
I'm your idol,
King Jaffe Joe, get ya tape decks ready
We guerilla breathin', Killa Season
Feel the evening, killin' season
Watch him kill the season, paid checks heavy
brought it out of his brother's bag
Thus did we plan for Joseph
He could not take his brother by the king's law as a slave, but that was the will of Allah
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
needa
Get rid of this nigga
Man this nigga fuckin' pooh! You
Know just how we do
That's why y'all can't win and
That's really comin' from Snupe
See this
feat. Fat Joe, JuJu, Noreaga
Uh
JuJu
Nore
Fat Joe
Tony Touch
Joe Crack 'the don'
Top of the world, we ain't gonna stop till you earl
got
searchin' here and there
Lookin' for you everywhere
'Cause your love I want to share
Hey, does anybody know
How I can get in touch with Joe?
I will
no oh Joe
He did it he's back in the back o' that black Maybach trippin'
Now blow that mother fuckin' kush up in the sky
La la la la la la la
motherfucker did I studder
With my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle I'm out
[Fat Joe]
Coka baby man you know I already had money
Definition
get slayed
Cause I don't think he even know whatever hit him
Bootleggers beware, cause yeah I did em
That's how I did em (huh) that's how I did em
the mc
And I'ma tell you about the bootlegger, OK?
Here we go children
It happened at a jam, some kid tried to sham on the program
So I had
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
Mussolini tried it too
Now they're all sittin' around a fire and did you know something?
They're saving a place for you
Now Joe you ought to get it clear
Mussolini tried it too
Now they're all sittin' around a fire and did you know something?
They're saving a place for you
Now Joe you ought to get it clear
think I need to sit in ya chair
We could really get physical here and the sky's the limit nigga
I'll put the whole clique in the air baby
So quit
little indians!
("one, one, one, huh-hah!")
Here we go [Repeat x7]
Begin it, bust it
DJ, Run and, D.M.C.'n
JM, J'n how ya livin' in ninety-three
or the type of niggas I roll wit
I Cold Get Dumb, like a brother in prison
Who hasn't had a chance to hold his son
Sacrificin like Abe did his oldest son
Tryin
You know how we do it
Joe Cool
Joe
Joe Cool
Joe
Joe
So cool
Joe Cool
Joe
Joe
Joe
Joe
Joe
Joe Cool
Da da da da
Joe Cool
Da da da da
Joe Cool
Da da da da
no oh Joe
He did it he's back in the back o' that black Maybach trippin'
Now blow that mother fuckin' kush up in the sky
La la la la la la la
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