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By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
she's not gonna run any more
Mmm hmm mmm, hey Joe, I hear you shot your woman dead
Hey Joe, I hear you've shot your woman dead
Yes, I did, you know,
she's not gonna run any more
Mmm hmm mmm, hey Joe, I hear you shot your woman dead
Hey Joe, I hear you've shot your woman dead
Yes, I did, you know,
Kulegame bazogcwala ngathi
Joe bazokhala ngathi and thats for sure
Oh oh yaw no we're back for more
Izinja zami ziphelele we're ready for war
Wen'
turnin' round, homeward bound,
Can't you hear 'em humming,
Happy times are coming for to stay - hey!
We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery
love
And if it expires pray help from above" because
In the midnight hour she cried, "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried, "More, more
a fuck)
Let's take it to the room face down ass up
Joe Budden pump pump pump it up
We on tour
I ain't have shit since 96 I need more
Gotta mix the Boom with
from behind
Had a bit to drink so she's acting kinda slow
She came with Natasha but she's leavin with Joe
Ricky loves jezzy but jezzy loves willy
from behind
Had a bit to drink so she's acting kinda slow
She came with Natasha but she's leavin with Joe
Ricky loves jezzy but jezzy loves willy
to burn for you
Id give you all and have none, babe
Just-a, just-a, just-a, just-a
To have you here by me because
In the midnight hour, she cried more, more
and more
Gonna steal your heart
Own it and won't let it go
By then, you'll understand
You can't say no, no
I'll be sneaking in you heart like a stray
Madeleine
But I'm getting soaked and wet
I've been soaked since half past ten
Madeleine is not here yet
I'm waiting for Madeleine
Joe is closed by now I'll
Madeleine
But I'm getting soaked and wet
I've been soaked since half past ten
Madeleine is not here yet
I'm waiting for Madeleine
Joe is closed by now I'll
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
at Gettysburg
Surrounded by the heavy herb
The crowd is more or less wall to wall here, for the pure
Hip hop, how I'm rockin' got them droppin' they jaw
I say i'm know longer average joe
More Life, Yeah,
I’m know longer a average joe
I didn’t make the honor role
I jus wanna be honorable Yeah,
should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfuckin' general
Yo Esco's illin', Swizz Beatz illin'
What more can we say' Stop grillin'
'Fore
No more pain No more struggle
No more kids getting shot in the jungle
No more pain No more Struggle
No I can't take no I can't take no more
No more
a true inshallah
East African name for father is baba
I will not be an average Joe
No not by far
I named my beautiful baby daughter Baha
That's Arabic for
But I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law
Who's down to crush
Askin' why Joe wanders out no more
What will the kitten do, mother, all alone
Will he stop from his frolic for the day
Will he lie on his rug by
?? chase then I will play
Around with sound put down for the rhymes I say
Beats flow from Joe and never stop
Better get yourself together let's rock,
I'll never be more loved than I am right now
Wasn't holding You up
So, there's nothing I can do to let You down
It doesn't take a trophy
To make
had a lick of sense
Pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres
In the lower forty I've got to plow"
Mama said it was shame
About Billy Joe
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