Lyrics:
down my pants
Yea I’m loving the life tht I live
Yea I’m loving this life tht l live
I been copping up all of this drip
Bad bitch after bad bitch
Youngin
We came here across the great divide
Into the city, slander all eyes
We found a great love as we fell inside
They could not touch us as we'd go by
of the stu for being sloppy
Joe$ya mane
Don't treat music like it's a hobby
Beat sales going crazy man they cop it like is molly
And the beats hit hard like
test the mics
I check 'em like sound, and like loose I'm down
Plus I done got better since Soul By the Pound, I maintain
"Maintain the rock"
Yeah, now in ninety-three
Everybody knows the flav
Fat Joe Da Gangsta, yeah
You know my style
Fat Joe, a.k.a. Da Fat Gangsta
I'm no joke,
the GOP laid low
The Donald was defeated by Joe Biden from Mayo
Cork gave us Míchael Martin, Jack Lynch and Collins too
And Kerry gave O'Connell
A hundred G's a week nigga, so I couldn't stop
Now I done stole me a few ki's
I'm tha only young nigga Uptown frontin Q-P's
You don't believe me ask Joe
Curtis Jackson
50
Let’s go
Many men many men
Need to be looking out for me
I’m taking it all
With a grin like the Grinch
If any want rap beef
I’m bringing
See I always felt alone I never had a goal. Mama raised me in the Church the Street stole my soul. Now I'm a man of action, (Yeah) I had to make this
him an F! (2x)
“Come on man!”
I’d give him an F!
Joe gives money away
For this and that.
But you gotta remember
What’s up with that.
and the Jackson's
Jackson's
I'm ballin like Lamar
Not talkin Odom, but I showed em I'm the Man
I'm the man
My boy he got sum range, not talking rovers
If you
how to pray
Well I guess what I'm sayin' is
Oh I just miss
Back when Joe Diffie painted in John Deere Green
Alan Jackson went on the Chattahoochee
Tim
toting, drinking
Riding on our motherfucking enemies
Have you lost your fuckin' mind?
Joe, you're making a terrible mistake i'm
Not gonna let you make it
Hey, lend me fifty cents for the pay phone.
You remember me. I'm Joe Magarac.
I think I can. I think I can. God damn it, yes, I can.
And if you do, I
I'm in the hood man
I'm in the hood all the time man fo' real son
I come back from a tour i come through
You kno'msayin'? I switch up
I've got mad
stacking, strict as Joe Jackson training
Five kids to blow
Fraction of my mind died years ago
Miserable drunk beers at most
Swung at by school principal then
on the track and yes Im on the grind
Im so dope on the song want to sniff a line
High right now man I swear Im hang gliding
A broke clock right twice a day
action like I’m Joe Jackson
Damn, who got beef
I feel like Lil Scrappy in this bitch
Young dog spitting bars, Lil Scrappy in this bitch
Nigga stuck inside
ain't nothin' for ya
Two shots, my 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!
that carbon nigga
Baby Joe offin’ niggas vL be stalking niggas
And I’m really rich yeah
No I don’t talk to niggas
I come from the trenches
I kill all
dat u can't
Bought up by some ogs so im wise i can see staright through ya lies
You aint flip no bricks only time u put in work was at Popeyes
Feel
to the top I climb
Fuckin wit me she gotta be a dime
Living by the mantra that the world is mine
I'm a different kind of fly
Kuz the product that I pump give
Joe Jackson, I beat the sun up
Smart kid, but got dumb luck
The young waveland boy, on my south shit
Yeah they making noise, but they ain’t bout
cash to live
You love her? Better scrap, for real
[Fat Joe]
Shut up your grill
You know we never fight
It's your world girl, set it off right
I'm
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