Lyrics:
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
it
Use your head, you've gotta brain in it
Stay far away from Joe
You don't wanna step on my toes
I'm not your average Joe, so Boy Better Know
Any
and it's)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers fill 'em to the top)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(Joey cracks the rock, and Big
was told I wouldn't make it by this nigga in person
So I got a lot to prove
To the world, to the world
And to my true fan, this one's for you
That's me
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Grandson
I get on the beat and I turn into Lamar Jackson
Win or lose how I’m fuckin with the team
So we gon have to run it back, same teams
Yeah yeah, ladies
know I got too many problems
But fuck it, I'm in without the
I got twenty-one guns like I'm Billie Joe
(Like I'm Billie Joe)
Walkin' steady by myself,
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
heart I'd prolly steal (Prolly steal)
Find it hard to kill (Hard to kill)
Dancin' (Dancin')
Spazzin' (Spazzin')
Michael Jackson (Michael Jackson)
Fake
drive
Up on Jackson's' Peak
Kiss me on the beach by a big bon fire
Make the sparks fly through the air
If you really want this thing to go somewhere
If
to frown
It's heat when debbi come round
We never lacking
I shock you like static
Why, cause I'm wreaking havoc
Get hit w the 2 piece joe jackson
And i do
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
forget it
(Back on the block to stay)
[ VERSE 3: Big Daddy Kane ]
Back up and give the brother room
To let poetry bloom to whom
It may concern
he'd stay up (for what)
For popping those needles
Intro
It's just for fun
It's just at night
It's justified
Everyday
He risk his life
They making
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