Lyrics:
got wise by hard livin'
I sleep all day, smoke haze, manage` women
I spit these hard rhythms, it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy alone, can't
crossroads, was the end of the line
For Big Joe and phantom 309
But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by
And like you, Big Joe'll give 'em a ride
all the M-3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats and lights blinkin, let
(ah..)
See I just didn't give a fuck, and if you had a see-skin
A leather bomber, you was gettin' stuck (word!)
That was the way it was
One day I
And mainstream Hip Hop now in days
Make it seem like you gotta be dumb to rap but
I spit that humble rap, praying on the floor
And we don’t need to build walls
that bunch-a kids
And there at that crossroads, was the end of the line
For Big Joe and Phantom 309
But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by
of hundreds to replace you
I mean it's simple my nigga
That's what money and the fame do
I got Blade like Wesley but I'm
Coming with an 8 too
Cause these
Bails in pocket this is Lawyer Lou Los
I'm pretty sure more hotties see me in that foou door roddie
Double pipes like a sawed off shotty
(Joe Budden)
three's for all the M 3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats
to shorties
Even my seeds ate off the big homie
How could You deceive Your kids like that
Make 'em believe they dad wasn't worth jack?
Listen to the facts
Go JT
I got twenty-one guns like I'm Billie Joe
(Like I'm Billie Joe)
Walkin' steady by myself
down a lonely road (Down a lonely road)
I got
the government, they chasin' that fuckin' bag
Whole coronavirus shit feel like a money grab
They tryna get paid, virus is man-made
They actin' like this shit
Bails in pocket this is Lawyer Lou Los
I'm pretty sure more hotties see me in that foou door roddie
Double pipes like a sawed off shotty
(Joe Budden)
dealers
Acting like she never fucked with you
And she told me that you a fuck nigga
When you popping like we popping my nigga ain't no laying low
Mixing
like she never fucked with you
And she told me that you a fuck nigga
When you popping like we popping, my nigga
Ain't no laying low
Mixing that Givenchy
that bunch-a kids
And there at that crossroads, was the end of the line
For Big Joe and Phantom 309
But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by
First of all I pray to god I make it on my worse day
Worse days an worse ways this Mike Love you going hear today
Joe on his tenth cry so his mama
days I'm reachin for the thing in the dresser
Some days I'm not invincible and I feel the pressure
Like if everyone's dependin on me, and I just stop
...
money, you got nothin' from me
And if you get caught, nigga, don't mention Joe
Damn, those guys are gettin' dough
That's why all these gangsters come
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
since day one
Put it in his mouth, bust back like shotgun
Lil' hoe wanna test me
Back up, lil' hoe bust back like a jet ski
Hoes better hold on, like en
Nice to meet you, I'm Joe
Tro, that's the name that I go
By
I'm lookin fresh, yeah I'm so
Fly
Have to look fresh when I'm
5'5"
5'6" on a good day
rating). Our criminal institutions are full of little creeps like you who do wrong things...
and many of them were driven to these crimes by a horrible
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