Lyrics:
different heat
But when we move the macs for Game, cuz we on the same beat
So if you f**k wit blood, then you f**k wit us
And we ain't bustin' duds, cuz we
And probably swell up your nose
Lotta bitches love when I spit so
Let me dazzle you hoes
Let me prazzle your head
Do and skidattle wit Joe
And get a stack
follow us, what, these bitches swallow us
And you wonder why you can't find us
[Fat Joe]
I ?ton and tender? wit millionaires, gave a million stares
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
over your shit man that's the main principle
Here we go, here we are, niggas roll around in fancy cars
Fuckin rap stars, sellin weed and caviar
You
walking casualty beat to beat till it's actually fragments
Girl you ride a (?) and no not a can of soda
Tearing flesh beating pussy like (?)
No High
why you can't find us
[Fat Joe]
I ?ton and tender? wit millionaires, gave a million stares
Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked
don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Montana, work, work, work, work, work, work
What you
nothing
Ima Do it MySelf
Let me tell you something
Ima Do it MySelf
Get by wit it, just ride wit it
Get by wit it, just ride wit it
Making my moves myself
nothing
Ima Do it MySelf
Let me tell you something
Ima Do it MySelf
Get by wit it, just ride wit it
Get by wit it, just ride wit it
Making my moves myself
better!
CUSTOMER: No, you're not -- you'll be stone dead in a moment.
MORTICIAN: Oh, I can't take him like that -- it's against
regulations.
DEAD PERSON:
the pavement
Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
Gotta smile through it even though you hate it
All I ask is that you pray for me
Who gon' ride wit
wanna bark
Specialized by Firing Squad, the underdogs, c'mon
How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die
kill a nigga, it's cool
A nigga can get killed for walkin' to school
They like, "Pap
Watch what you talkin' 'bout"
No, these niggas need to
Watch Joe
[Mannie]
I know you wish you could find a
Nigga wit a dick like a anaconda
Neighborhood hot boy, super-shiner
Pimp, playa, president, Big Tymer,
die
'Cause G, I'm about to let it ride
Petty niggas down when the bullets fly
No remorse your fuckin' wit a Mobsta
For fuckin' wit a Mobsta
If you got
SpitFire!!
Joe I rep the Chi you know that's faithfully
And ain't no fake in me I just was sensing it's a vacancy
These null and void rappers dam
Roch'
Can't forget Westchester
Can't forget, um, CL, hit me off
Feel the funk by the rap czars in sports cars
Comin' atcha now you listen at the feet
that carbon nigga
Baby Joe offin’ niggas vL be stalking niggas
And I’m really rich yeah
No I don’t talk to niggas
I come from the trenches
I kill all
the stacks
Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at
So you made a little dough, but what you doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't feeling me
Why
and I'll hit you that body work
Give yo' ass that body work nigga we spraying
Ride wit three K's and I ain't talking bout the Klan
This ain't no arcade,
answer to nobody, keep questions rhetorical
Wit mo action, whippin' ass like Joe Jackson
If you see it contain jus, remain tha future attraction
Main
brotha
For my niggas I be down to ride I be pulling the whip all over the grass
Ain't no threats nigga this a promise you talk down on the gang
And we get
and she gave me her number
She asked me for mine and I told her im the coldest
Like baby if you roll wit me then you gotta know this
I don't need no clout
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