Lyrics:
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
Busker John Joe May ©2004 Jon T. Howard
For twenty five years John Joe May played the Underground
In the alcove at Notting Hill Gate that busker
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
We known to do this
The flow is lucid it's so abusive
Was born a Christian but Joe the truth is that Doe is Jewish
I
du machst nichts, kein Fleiß
Ohh nein, kein Fleiß
Du hustelst nicht, no lies
Hell naw, no lies
And this is it, my life
Get lit, get right, get one, get
I'm just tryna get rich yeah, tryna get this money yeah
Want my life so sweet hey, sweet like honey "yeah"
I'm just tryna get rich yeah, tryna get
tell ‘em?
I’ll pay for it, I’ll pay for
It, I’ll pay for it, i’ll pay for it
If you want it nicca, I’ll pay for it
He’ll ROAST one of you bitch ass
lemonade
Sittin' on the block, wise hoppin' it ain't nothin'
I'm a Trappa' Town rapper, still got the hood bumpin'
Been through hell and back and I ain't
Look look listen
I'm from a jungle with a forest of affiliations
Next generation fascinated by that life we shapin'
It's hard to make it out this
He was little Joe, the wrangler,
He'll wrangle nevermore
His days with the remuda, they are o'er
Was a year ago last April
That he rode into our
on the skin, some might call it sin
Politicians all move for money, what the hell are we callin' them?
Low life, I'm crawlin' out, 911 I Porsched it out
Y'all
the streets by storm
Group cosigned with the courtesy of the Storm
Now I'm tryna reflect the tone
Like the tsunami storm
Tell Joe and Dame I get it, I put
demons ain't got me sweating
Only hungry what's for dinner
Sleep deprived and I'm high
That's a hell of mixture
It's foolish joe
Rogan rolling potent
Risk my life on my partna' care if it's right or wrong
So much pain in my body I've been like this too long
So much tryna stop me but I keep movin'
to Kentucky where the funeral was held
I cried all the way to Kentucky
His memory so sweet to recall
Uncle Joe lived such a good life
Love and respected by
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
another lonely night goes by
Meanwhile down at Joe's the music's playing
I can almost see him there holding her so tight
Meanwhile here at home
they finish
Bitch I hate this shit its like a sickness
Lately, I been pessimistic
Lately I be feeling pessimistic
My whole life feels really twisted
I'm
sellin' ya pride
You motherfuckers need to know that
[Chorus]
Hey Joe
We gon' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga
I'm a guerilla
[Incomprehensible]
Shit is realla then you think, man, you must not know
It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
clockwork
(Ring, ring)
It’s shower time!
“Come on big boy, you’re all mine”
Ah, I cry! Fat Joe trying to rape me, not again
Would've thought he got enough
Yeah I already knew it (Halle, halle, hallelujah)
God made me rich by the blood of Christ Jesus (By the blood, by the blood)
So I receive it just like
The harsh realities of life is takin' toll
Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul
Please tell me what price to pay to make it whole
Take control, I'm
a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta
[Joe Budden]
[starts off screwed] I live my life like a hood bopper
touched by evil, all
am I do, say no? Hell no, bro
Bring that ho' over here and let me spank her some more
Fuck her 'till she bust, but, I'm still up, yup
Suck it, slut,
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