Lyrics:
got no bullets
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Top two for five, three for five, we rollin!
[Fat Joe]
Now I'm in too deep
Only sixteen already hold a name
custom to give at Christmas time
Mary gave birth at 3am to a baby boy a beautiful child
He is no messiah said Father Joe
We will name his Jesus that's
(Ha huh)
When it come to regular Joe's can't trust a soul (Ha huh)
Can't be nice to no dam body I already know (Ha huh)
Can't be nice to no dam body I
Who's fly in rap? I in fact
By myself, no one behind the attack
And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that
Cause y'all sell em to the stores then buy 'em
no safe buh u can't scare we
La hustle boi m3fa girl a D bee
Hw3 me y3 guy ama
Street nay3 hye branding na afa Womanizing costly joe m3nfa
But one time
smaoui scared of some dick
Lamar don’t get no hoes she is a mf trick
Hailey is the definition of a homie hopper
She went from joe, ahmad, and even parker
woman
No, no, no, I won't be back at all
And that's the truth baby
Listen, I'm going, all right
Somebody told me, somebody told me
I'm Joe Jackson, I'm
cedis
See the fakers trynna be me
Girls s3m no dey bee me
Working everyday me p3 s3 me win
Ny3 s3m na wo fr3 me a menfa
I see sey you no aim I shon your
Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim
Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with
surrounded by the 4, I'm that number 5
Face shots through a drive-thru, he got hit, ah
Face shots through a drive-thru, he got a number 5
15-piece dark meat
and you can't rap like Khari
I throw three like Bobby Jackson at 'em
I'm O.G. like Bobby Johnson stomp 'em
Hold G like Bumpy Jonson on 'em
Read flip
Mesmorized by his style, could tell he was wild
but he had a touch of class and a million buck smile
Got a thing for a thug and he fit the profile
Thug
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
can give cuts .
Im really picking who Ima smash when I blow up . I know I’m short but a nigga really grown up . I’m the new Michael Jackson with no
your spleen and chest
There's a darkside of Texas too, word to syndicate
No matter how intricate shit gets, the hit you get
Joe Crack, yeah man
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
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
Re-Ron, you know
We don't need no Re-Ron
We've seen all the Re-Rons before
It's beyond reel-to reel and
Shogun to RayGun
And no-one has been psyched by
on a weekly
(But) Who's fly in rap? I in fact
By myself, no one behind the attack
And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that
Cause y'all sell em to the
Stores
better play
I don't believe in Gypsy's
Readin' out the palm of my hand
Don't believe in lady luck
She just wouldn't understand
I believe in Joe
Down by
soldiers
But thets the type of cal i live up and hold to
Like Joe Jackson, Lil Emmo
Randy,Sir Pat, God damn
They got bigger, the list go longer
I could
We Are The World (feat. Joey V.) [Live]
唱：蘇姍 / Jazmine / Michel / 和音團
曲：Jackson Michael Joe / Richie Lionel B
詞：Jackson Michael Joe / Richie Lionel
a sweetness to it that most males lacked.
He moved with grace and was able to moonwalk by the time he was three.
As Kevin grew with talent, Dr. Abe Sacrabin
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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