Lyrics:
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
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
Ahh yeah mic check 1, 2
Eightball and MJG space-age forever
[Eightball]
It was some what early, I was on my way
To get me some hay from my
the tough talks I think it’s funny tho
Since they say they got balls every punch is a low blow
2 countries came at me couldn’t kill lyrical
Joe
How can
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
the whole world after me
catastrophe among us, fatal tragedy
Mafiosa, murder one mind
black toaster, low composure
twin Glocks in 2 holsters
we mobb
But you nowhere near it
You can talk a lotta shit, but
We ain't tryin to hear it, nO!
Ya boy Joe back on it, I'm back at it
The same shit that scared
Put my hands on her waist now her shit soak
I'm ah lean on the bitch like I'm fat joe
I ain't sellin my soul this ain't death row
Yay
[Murs]
I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober
Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra
Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my
link fence by the gate
Somebody's daddy's out there
Honkin' on the horn
Hurry up, we're gonna make him late
I gotta say one, two, three
More things
a hustler all my life gimme six stacks,
Cop my self a quarter kite I can flip that,
Cook it till its solid white tell 'em hit that,
Big fat Os of that
Told her lean back, Fat Joe
My body different, I could take your soul (body different)
Only two ways this could go (go, hol' on)
You know (you know),
496 I'ma lead that
Fat Joe
Lean Back uh
Call me Paramedics he need that
Get the breesh no bitch you could keep that
Two guns I suggest you run
Cause
Chorus 2x
I wanna make a million
Illegal got a billion
Yo Joe take a trillion
Malique got change for a zillion?
Verse 2 (Malique)
Well if I had a million
is poppin off
HAHA I hit em up
Outro: 2Pac & Prince Ital Joe
Empty clips, set trip
You know what time it is
Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life till we
the boulevard, banging Fat Pat
You looking at an American gangsta in the flesh
Broke bread with true G's, and fronted a few ki's
Moved out to Cali, graduated
remix, remix
Remix, remix, remix,
[Verse 6: Fat Joe]
All these n*ggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff
mad,
and I'm staring at their butt cheeks
When a bitch let's everyone hit in the butt
She's always coming back with a fat gut
She's showing pictures,
the countdown
From downtown Galilee
5, 4, 3, 2 1
Zero BC
There was a manger and a stable,
A star over Bethlehem
Eight reindeer and a fat man flying
When Mary had
catch them slipping in the Ali
I don't fight like Joe Calzaghe
One scram, two man on a Kawasaki
Bouncers didn't wanna let me in the club cah' they're
Ro
Now on with the show
(It's Tha Liks baby)
(It's Tha Liks baby)
One two, one two
I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide
Ralph M
Fuck The Industry Pt 2
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Pound Town
Sexyy Red Tay Keith
Malaika
Helmut Lotti
Yo it's the Foreigner, that's never boring ya
Man these bitches hoes, and these niggas hoes
Ballin’ on these niggas, number one like I’m DRose
Switch make a big nigga lean back like he Fat Joe
One two, one two
And this is, the hardcore raw
Lyrical law, never seen before
And I am, D.M.C.
And for all of y'all
This is the way, we reckless
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