Lyrics:
bleedin'[00:33.06]We'll shoot a fuck nigga for no reason[00:35.53]All my niggas got the tools, ain't a secret[00:38.03]Michael Jackson with the tools, make them beat
the meek
So I shall inherit the Earth
No I'm not perfect
Done my fair share of dirt
But I'm no Joe though
Emerge from the smoke
Out of the four door
Back
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
This isn't your average song
This isn't your average song
Your average song is three minutes long with a consistently smooth groove
a catchy tune
necessary than she'd rather be alone
Can tell she for real by the sound of her tone
Shorty grown, no chaser, she got me in the zone
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
Joe just got home you know what's up with us
They say pressure bust pipes we bust a lot of guts
And I be out my mind no I don't give a fuck
Pass down
to spank me (mama)
My youngster shot somebody up, guess they made him angry
Two dead men right by the garbage, guess we done left 'em stankin' (yeah)
bleed
See nothing can stop me
No nothing except me
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
I'm chasin' after pies
With bags under my eyes
You looking at my
front ten more
Always yes and I barley hear no
I been about my Jacksons like the nigga Joe
There's a couple things y'all niggz need to know
Most the time
friend 'fore
I leave her alone
Insecure 'bout a bitch? No
Ridin' with the sticks like GI joe
Peep a nigga game, nigga, dead on the low
Investin' in
Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I don't
pour moi j'ai un putain
D'mental à toute épreuve
J'ai failli die à Vegas, comme Joe Jackson
Sous les beaux yeux d'une pétasse
Anglo-saxonne la mauvaise
but it's street gossip
It's nothin', ain't 'bout no cash and hung up the phone
He can tell by the sound of his tone
Next time he see him, it might
can howl at the moon but if
I'm the moon then tell me though
Why would I care?
All of you niggas are pussy
I'm makin' it clear if I wasn't clear
No
human, good or bad
But I also don't respect you and I don't care if that's good or bad
You see you are no M-L-K you are no Jesse Jackson,
You are
human, good or bad
But I also don't respect you and I don't care if that's good or bad
You see you are no M-L-K you are no Jesse Jackson,
You are
Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you
Ha, yeah. I know what you're all thinking
That this is some old Janet Jackson type of shit
But it ain't about that
This is the real, the street life
ghost as the replacement! (Oh! Ho! Ho!)
There will be no more red suit jolly dope
I could describe the scene by all means but I’ll keep it clean for
hadn't died
And conquered all the fear
Joe and girls
Stayed close by in town
Had their own struggles
But they're made it work out
Pete and Liz
Really get
We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin' playa that ain't with us no mo
Yeah, Notorious B.I.G.
Hell no, we gonna do this for a gangbanging
We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin' playa that ain't with us no mo
Yeah, Notorious B.I.G.
Hell no, we gonna do this for a gangbanging
Vandross' 1994 interpretation of The Impossible Dream The Quest written by Joe Darion in 1966
The lyric phrase "proud" is a nod to the motivational call by
a white girl just to fuck on the lake Got a black girl just to fuck when shes naked
You don't wanna try me by myself im a tribee I ain't no killer I ain't
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