Lyrics:
Run wit me or run from me
Pussy's don't get pussy
It's the yacht club baby
I got this
(Maybach Music!) (J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
He's not bigga than
is dead,
Y’all aint get tho
Nah, y’all aint get that tho
Food for thought, I’m tryna get fat hoe
Never thought my sh*t would get played on the radio,
Yo, Yo What's good it's ya boy Joe Crack the Don
Aka Fat Joe, Aka We the business
Check this out, This is brand new, Top Floor
(That Nigga Jo' Goin'
on the blacklist
And I'm nothing without it
Man it's just begun
It's obvious we on it
Who run it? It's us
This my testimony
One and only
You owe me respect
I really be out here praying,
Guess it feels kinda lame
Hoping that one gone make it
I don't wanna be caught lying
My crew we pulling tightly
fade ya like a record, I'ma play ya
Like suede Pumas, clides, fat laces on a mayor
Deliver like a mailman, slide into your crib-o
Rather have a limo
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
Man... man, aye this what y'all
Wanted right
I got yoda in this b*tch with me, I'm bout to talk sh*t to ya, Chevy
I got Harlo in this b*tch wit me,
looking for the life I miss
I'm haunted
By the days that go by
They break me down
This isn't what I wanted
Don't tell me sh*t
Don't wanna know
Call me
I just steady go up
A haa baby I glow up like Gohan
This sh*t tasty baby I should really try it
Lately I feel lost so maybe I just need some
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,
Uh
What?
Fat Joe
BX, nigga
Y'all don't know?
Ayo its on, I see how niggas didn't learn
You is wrong, thought the fire didn't burn
Yo, it's
Ready to be bludgeoned
No one will remember
When we reach the next junction
Cast a gaze as you stare
Down the barrel of my stun gun
Blinded by the flash
I don't give a fuck...no
I don't give a fuck...no
Sex-money-murder we call this the hit em' up flow
Barely fifteen got my first triple beam
Tryna
hit a lick By myself
Why would I fight if the gun on My left
Open the door and we hop in yo Sh*t
N*gga be fronting but really a B*tch
Say that he
she brag to her friends, this mob sh*t sick but it's the life I live yea,
Chorus:
This min shi* will never end, if you ain't on your grind you will
Why'all think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow?
What is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po
Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe
Fo' cats on the same track got
it’s better off with the less you know
I don’t hear you though
Said if I loved you then this street sh*t I would let it go
It’s better off with the less
I tagged in my nigga
(I tagged in my, I tagged in my nigga)
But Ian even mention that sht we just act like I didn't
The police around see who act like
arms, bustin' guns with them
We're just thugs for life
Bustin' slugs for life
Forte', Brownsville, Gun tec unite
Fat Joe, BX you know the shit stay
right in your face
Play this a lot smarter
{Joe Mafia}
Low avalanche, wobblely stance, ask for rain dance
We the same cats blazing your lab
Wu-Capone
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 ain't got no friends
(take money) Yeah, I'ma do this track
West side!!
(take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Hahahaha, hey fat boy...
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
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