Lyrics:
miss me with that
If you asking for names nah bitch you can miss me wit that
Even my momma told me that
No pointing the finger no we don’t do that
I’m
it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don
it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don
3 minutes to launch don’t give a squanch
Got Morty like Rick talking shit in my taunts
Gentlemen Only been only my lonely
Chilling on islands Bahamas
but she got a nice body
I'm geeked up thinking this Buffie The Body
Ain't your name lil' Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double
Oh, see, see see rider
Girl, see, what you've done
Oh, oh, oh, see see rider
See, what you've done now
You've gone away and left me
No, no, no
right now, pick up a pound
Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now
[ chorus ]
[ outro: fat joe ]
No doubt
Cuban link, baby
'99
Terror
feel it y'all?
Rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars
Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars
They taking off
be United like Stateside
I would have blown up by then like Joe
Me and broski just vibin' with it
Are you hearin' the beat? Man's slidin' with it
by the wayside
East side, High
Joe Clark with the chains
Take em off, like it's night time
Sight beyond sight like I crime fight
Lionor with the sword
like Gretzky her hair like a mess
Kick the bitch out the house, she pesky
Your dope comin' up short like Joe Pesci
They said gritty can't rap, yeah,
[Joe Budden]
Whoever thought that, taking over the world would take
Longer than 3 years
I know I didn't shit
Matter of fact it ain't, it ain't been 3
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking female (MC's), shocking female (MC's) (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1: Phife
No need for, introductions,
Bama Bama
(Ah we ready)
The #1 prospect in the nation
(Who)
Cortney Kentrell six-star baby
(Six-star baby)
Recruited by Peanut call him Nick Saban
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
This one's a personal
Yeah, I'm smoking by myself
Yeah, I'm smoking by myself
Yeah, I'm smoking by my fucking lonely
Percy Jackson got
with my smoke
Turn a beef into sloppy joe
By any means you gone make a way
Bond money for my hitters they catch a case
Vido told let the top
reaction
Walkin' on the moon like I'm Michael Jackson
Same feeling is met with molly and acid
Stretch the cash makin' it elastic
Flippin' packs gold medal
some
As long as my expenditures don't exceed my income
I'm like Bruce Willis I'm Unbreakable when rappin
Your style is as fragile as Samuel L. Jackson
a play nigga send me my portion
If I politic with him we chopped up bout choneese
Know a nigga who trap jump he sponsored by Jordan
Them fifties
(June, you're a genius)
I said, I respect it, no problem
I got all these blessings just to give it to others anyway
Know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
My
it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it
Creep with me, as I cruise in my Beemer
All the kids in the ghetto call me Don
homework I would say "no" first
Then a "like I'm lying
I got a reading log that I'll finish up by 9
Oh and a essay that's missing a few lines"
Probably sneak
with some mad ass skill
Micheal Jackson on these bitches man I got no chill
Stun em with a stunner like I was Steve Austin
Even Fat Joe dm me I am
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