Lyrics:
motherfucker did I studder
With my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle I'm out
[Fat Joe]
Coka baby man you know I already had money
Definition
nigga started this shit
[Chorus]
Be careful what you ask for, Joe got bagged
He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
Now he rattin'
so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
I gotchu
Ima die a soldier (Soldier)
Milly rock magnolia (Magnolia)
Smoke that California (Fornia')
Ass so fat like Doja
Get enough
Get enough
They
feat. Fat Joe, JuJu, Noreaga
Uh
JuJu
Nore
Fat Joe
Tony Touch
Joe Crack 'the don'
Top of the world, we ain't gonna stop till you earl
got
so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
25/8 I a never let the bag go
Just beccuz u flexxxin on the Gram don't make you bad h**
Choppas make a n**** lean back Like he fat joe
Never had
pockets fat though, fatter than fat Joe
Yeah its a facto, they in the back row
You a fiasco, my lyrics Van Gough
This ain't your mission, times up you
Temptation stays around I guess, pressure breaks to confess when your life is such a mess
High risk picture this nigga as Icarus
He flew so close
allabies, I'm with Joe and De La Hoya
Fight on, ran up in the crib and turned the lights on
Yo get this, Mothafucka! I don't leave no witness
Like Larry
Guaranteed You're Going To Choke Son
Fire Smoke I'm High Joe
Eyes Low Smoke Somethin
Up Early That's Wake And Bake
Cigarillos My Pancakes
This Ain't No
100 Thousand Sold Pt.2'
I woke up this morning looked in the mirror
and said its either me or
you but its time for a change like Lyor
She say you make money I can tell just by the smell
They think Eli vegetarian my pockets full of kale
She said do you love me I said only time will
Loving in slow-mo
Forced to take it day by day
Lord knows that you might wanna kick back Jack
Kick back with your fat stack, Jack
Hold onto yourself
[ intro: fat joe ]
Yeah yeah
Terror squad what-what
Cuban link what-what
'99, baby
[ verse 1: cuban link ]
Yo ladi-dadi, mami, I love to party
Plus
Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions
Judy, Judy, Jude...'
Ahogyan rég szólt:
'Judy, Judy, Jude...!'
Együtt van - Hendrix, Joplin,
Winwood, Clapton, Bruce...!
Fats Domino, Ray
agree
At a time they didn't but I made em believe
In a PT cruiser with a 38
Hmm
Shoutout to Steve
This was way back before 2013
I was strapped with a Duce
ain't never seen me probably heard me few niggas probably seen me lot of Niggas on the street know me know I'm saying FAT K nigga I ain't playing no
a rep that I made all by myself
One I hate all by myself
That comes from decisions created all by myself
I can't shake it all by myself
See I grew up
shall be forsaken
And a new age has begun
Day by day to the lay, I always took myself to school and did it with my due diligence
Got outta bed every
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I
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