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of hoe, I just bend around (Let's go)
I collect the dough, get it by the pound (Yeah)
You look like a joke, I call you a clown (Let's go)
Ok, I just got

Brown Paper Bag

Fat Joe

We the Best [Clean]

2007

to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass
Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task
And when they

For my thugs for my thugs
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's

every now and again
Huh?
Tell me Joe!
Why do I always have to be such a
Perfect, just, and unchanging God all the fuckin' time?
(Sigh)
Anyways
Call me

K'dala ngigudla ngizam' uk'push-a
But they didn't listen
Now they call me and they tell me
They just tryna kick it
Sekumnandi ang'salambi
Now you

never seen mine
He more like a grown lion
Y'all are acids but I'm Alkali
Ashes when I drop a rhyme
Flattened by my basslines
That's just asinine
Power

('cause no one told me)
Deontay Wilder lost his first fight
He got beat up by Tyson, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mike
Oh, the Tyson that he got beat up by was

Sligga on the beat
Up till the sunrise
Smoking on that dynamite
My bitch Look like Aphrodite
She call me when the mood right
I hit the plug for Mike

up in the pussy got stuck call it quick sand
She gave me sloppy toppy
Call it sloppy joe
I can paint a perfect picture
Michelangelo
Shawty let me eat

They Got Me

John Forté

Poly Sci [Clean]

1998

fearin' the pen, 'cause I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on- again!

[Forte' - Verse One]
Yo, Call my lawyer
They ran up on me son,

path with that jesus stuff
This isn't poker so you won't call my bluff
Country takin ls you can thank joe biden
If my boys call just know that I'm ridin

are slow so
Just listen every line by line lemme finish
Yo

Pizzagate politicians man who we kiddin'
They want us wearing dresses if
We rapping for

to just stroll the park with this Chaka
Baby girl was just diggin' all in my pockets (all in my pockets)
I was going hard (by the magic hour)
We were

I'd put away the bowling ball
Drop the ham radio
Swallow the bazooka joe oh!
For your kiss

Call me a pig call me a fool
It don't matter i'll still

with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by

All-American Prophet

Rory OMalley

The Book of Mormon [Original Broadway Cast]

2011

the Bible isn't two parts
There's a Part Three to the Bible, Joe
And I, God, have anointed you
To dig up this Part Three that is buried by the tree

Prove Something

Fat Joe

Loyalty

2002

East New York!! oh god!!
Yeah, got that gangsta gangsta gully gully
Yeah, big business, Joe Crack the don
Terror Squad baby, BX boro, holdin down

They got hit so bad, believe me
They never complained again"

Picture me soundin' like the
World wide mob figure
Whoo-riders this Syke, call me that

He was born in the middle of a raging stormThey held
him by the fire just to keep him warmThe Cheakamus
wind was driving through the snowSo his daddy

the gun
I just don't know
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
Feelin so so cold
What's wrong with me
Everything's so cold
On a slab in the morgue
But

won't be a last call
No one to shut me down, porch lights on, Joe Diffie in the background
It's just another Friday night, without you by my side
Don't

just on a side note
Word to the Terror Squad, Joe, this is all puns aside though
I know me and Mariah didn't end on a high note
But that other dude's

that Yao Ming
Tryna move that China white
Ya I grind like I ain't even
About to blow like dynamite
I'm that Bull just call me Mike
I change hoes

How'd Ya Do It Dee

Run-D.M.C.

Tougher Than Leather

1988

call me Joe
Fat as ever and clever, and never second to none
Wearin' leather and better (What's your name?)  DJ Run
But in the summer's a bummer,