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fault
When I'm the one in pain
I just wish that you could call me by the proper name
My name is Joe
Yeah, I'm a hoe
But that shit don't define me
I

Life is a game check in at the airport we all playing
Lizard elite or average like Joe or Jane
You don't wanna be a Jon doe
You only get one go when

goons to confuse (Confuse)

I'm spittin' em' facts I'm verbally smackin' heard of me verbally rappin' Hits spazzin' (yeah)
Doin' em' tracks while you

Dead in a line
I got juveniles on the front line
Spitting venom, like reptiles
Locking like grip pliers, we worldwide
Gilla Southside like cell flies
You

I'm a king, like LeBron before me, you kneel
Put you on a t-shirt, like you Joe Budden
You stink like orange soda, left in the sun
You just chillin'

...oh, hey! What! Dave, is that you? Yeah? What day is it? Saturday. Saturday? What do you mean, I've been
in here a week? I have? I don't

Ghetto Life

Kam

Tha Eastsidaz

2000

from the eastside, ghetto
In the ghetto, ghetto
I see you takin bills

I'm ready to ride, ready to roll
Ay check this mack I bet you're boyfriend

Ghetto Life

Master P

Black Mafia

1998

from the eastside, ghetto
In the ghetto, ghetto
I see you takin bills

I'm ready to ride, ready to roll
Ay check this mack I bet you're boyfriend

At 2 o' clock in Hollywood
Which means I gotta leave here by 1
I should call an Uber at 12: 50
And then after that I gotta meet Bear at
Joe's Falafel

I don't have the word for what I feel
I just feel more like myself than I have in all my life!

Tonight in Mexico
Joe, I felt something click

they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I

popping
Red octagon in the way still couldn't stop it

This a track you wanna cop it game I just locked it
I'm the mailman md like Stockton

Tell'em throw

city/cd on a dvd
Let em all know that you play yourself
Outta planetary rappers
Let 'em all know that we in this isht
I be ruling with an iron fist
Call me

Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand

I'm going down to shoot my old lady

You smell the runts so you know I brought the pack in
I pull them tracks out to pay to put em back in
When I'm done she get it tatted on her back man
I

Yeah
Well Alright
Can you give me a little more in the headphones
Yes sir
Boss man boss man yeah that’s me
1989
What did you expect
And I'm a couple

Say What

Method Man

Tical 0: The Prequel [Clean]

2004

Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can

on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words

on repeat
I'm a family guy, bitch, I'm Quagmire in them sheets
Leave your ass lookin' like Joe, you think you faster than this beam
In Miami, sand between

till
The Lord says you're done
To sum it up in words
We'll that's really all
Good luck
God speed
And don't you dare try to call
Gotta have faith
Now I

Late Night

Snoop Dogg

Duces n' Trays: The Old Fashioned Way

2001

my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties
Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker
Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas

poppin'

" Just remember, last year this time
We were in a fucking cage, okay?
You remember i like to forget that
I say be happy with what you got
You be

a sample
Countin' them racks, no racket like tennis
Tickin' the clock and you countin' the minutes
I bar like DeMar, the way that I shoot
Shot in a drive-by

(Ayy)
Ayy, I want to know how many of y'all peeped
That in my verse, I mentioned every song on my album
From track one to twenty, you know what i'm saying