Lyrics:
bitch-ass
Fuck nigga (see)
Ooh, ha
Takeoff, nigga
Fuck wrong with these niggas? Man
You know I'm talking 'bout
Real diamonds
Nigga, I'm riding 'round
smashing like that
On the real deal
Live from the Apricot Hill
I'm in hot pursuit being pursued by
Shit that's way to cute
Slipping out my lane
Can't wait to teach this shit to my son
Chasing generational wealth, come real stealth
Solid snake, kept in a box, making money off of stonks
My boy,
I got P’s
Stephen Curry shoot you 3
I can’t do no show for free
Want this drip but it ain’t cheap
Want a feature pay a fee
I can’t do this shit for
on the grind, yeah (Alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh)
If I can't get no love then I can touch you
(Shit is fly, throw back ya heard me)
[Chorus]
I'd
3 times
Come correct with my burger and fries, the king sized
"This song is dedicated to all the fat people world wide, dead or alive.
Biggie
redial it?
This shit is pure
You can sell it on the streets
Then re-vial it
We been racking up
On cheap mileage
With 3 zips
RASHEED WALLACE
Get tar on my
violet
Proceed pilot
Why redial it?
This shit is pure
You can sell it on the streets
Then re-vial it
We been racking up
On cheap mileage
With 3 zips
as pray and hope and the message is sent
And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three
Me
deep, somethin's wrong
It must not be a real Too $hort song
Cause the first thing I do when I make my tape
Is drop a few kicks from my 808
And when my
bids heroin dreams
And wild schemes my heads deep
Fat Joe:
Who gives a fuck about the opposition?
My position is far from fiction
bids heroin dreams
And wild schemes my heads deep
Fat Joe:
Who gives a fuck about the opposition?
My position is far from fiction
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
hold heat
We roll deep, Triple Fat dogs in their old jeep
I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn
On the block all alone and put the glock to his dome
with real clips
Then they bussin' down the door then you in some real shit
Get your game up, you need to change your level of play
From easy
So Joe Sinistr came through the armed recruit to blank crews
My six will fix another one greedy
For real, let's peel they hats back for deal slow
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime
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
friend Ben
All I see is red
Swing that shit and crack his head
I filled my crib with random bitches, I don't know they names
I need to get a bussdown AP, I
Roll that shit and get real in that city of steel
Roll that shit and get real in that city of steel
Roll that shit and get real in that city
be the first (nah)
Won't be the last, all we see is cash (yeah)
Your real story don't match what you rappin' 'bout (liar)
So keep the movies in,
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
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