Lyrics:
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
Could still serve anything long as it equals math
But now I'm chillin' what I smoke looks like Ms. Peach's grass (yeah)
They say it's live by the code
I'm fam you live for me then
Fuck that shit
Bloodshed Bloodshed Bloodshed
Yo yo I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a clip
I want
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
knew it'd be warm.
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
"Big Joe's the name", I told
If I see you in my dreams
I won't ever go to sleep
And I think she tweaking
I'll be gone by the weekend.
Baby we not speaking
Nah, Joe Budden got some
CUSTOMER: Why?
MORTICIAN: He hasn't got shit all over him.
Scene 3
[clop clop]
ARTHUR: Old woman!
DENNIS: Man!
ARTHUR: Man, sorry. What knight lives in
your pussy lips on live, I'll give ya a thousand dollars
Boosie was bein' too thirsty, I'm just bein' honest (he was)
If doin' too much was a person
I need everything I came for (Joe Joe got 'em again)
And some
Prosper
I'm tryna live prosper
Prosper
I'm tryna live
I'm just tryna live
I
bigger
I'm talking to the man in the mirror
I'm talking
To the man
I aint got shit to live for anyway
Yes you do
I'll see these niggas in hell anyway
You gotta lot to live for
Man fuck all that
I'm sayin, you live
fifteen with the burner out of prison
Gangster - fuck that, I'm (GangStarr)
Tell Nas (hip-hop's dead) now, my man's gone
As I rise to the top, knee-deep
the family like the jackson's (like the jackson's)
And have enough kids to make a band like joe and catherine, yeah
She ain't no different from me
And he
the Jackson's)
And have enough kids to make a band like Joe and Catherine, yeah
She ain't no different from me
And he ain't no different from you
So we got
, where're you going with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, I said where're you goin' with that gun in your hand?
I'm gonna go shoot my ol' lady
You know I found
an actual president
Vote for a regular Joe
It might not be safe to go to the polls
So I guess I'll vote by mail
Thank God I live in Ohio
Where common
the bag boy
Option was that minimum wage, live in a cage
Buildin' a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' these slaves
In this new age
Dude's wage is fugaze
be United like Stateside
I would have blown up by then like Joe
Me and broski just vibin' with it
Are you hearin' the beat? Man's slidin' with it
And where I'm from my nigga you get shot
For sellin' out your man when he
The reason you got on (I ain't trippin')
You know they say
That gangsters don't live
with that ill type rhyme
[Big Punisher]
Yo, I cause a bloody bath to make my buddies laugh and gig'
My nutty wrath'll live as long as I'm
and rip it next
Yeah, whatever's clever
And like Heatwave I'm slaying niggas always and forever
Let me know that I'm still the man
And killing all the riff
allabies, I'm with Joe and De La Hoya
Fight on, ran up in the crib and turned the lights on
Yo get this, Mothafucka! I don't leave no witness
Like Larry
My young niggas crazy
Them boys like to pop it
Pro with the semi
He shoot like the tropics
And I ain't no average Joe
But I'm exotic
And I ain't no
pushin', keep pushin'
Keep workin', keep push-pushin' it
Man, this shit go dumb too doesn't it
I fuckin' love this part
Yo
I'm tryna get fried, pass
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