Lyrics:
they don't come outside
He said he a killer but he don't be sliding
We spent on they block and we caught that boy hiding
Bro bro said he don't use guns
and attack your bitch ass. We keep it movin like a juggla jugglin wicked and thuggin motha fucka say somethin
Lable me whatever it never mattered to me long
on my chest, come feel my heartbeat
We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the
It's hard to creep since I found Joe
Every pretty round
I’m really steppin n yea I keep a weapon..convicted felon I get caught well den it’s back to jailin..don’t give a fuck I’m really I’m thuggin I know
Most of my killers got fades or dreads Ima real G standin by what i said
Keep a bad bitch just to lay dine for bed fuck her and go ima leave her on read
bass like a tenor, Fat Joe Soprano
Even with that work, work, work your bitch washed
Had me like what the bludclot, Chris Bosh
She told him that they
the way, we been getting wealthy
Pockets fat, I swear we getting all the green
Mama told me and Beez to stay out the street
Ma I’m thuggin’ I’m just tryna
on the skin, some might call it sin
Politicians all move for money, what the hell are we callin' them?
Low life, I'm crawlin' out, 911 I Porsched it out
Y'all
And bought you two fat dildos just to kill time
The fact that I'm... on the other side of this glass
I realize... just exactly what a nigga had
You stayed
magic city fat asses and they pretty
They got me blowin' thousands throwin' stacks by the fifty
Got some bitches out of strokers gotta get focus
I'm
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
the public
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Gotta love it (You gotta love it) Young!
Desert Storm - it's the Roc! It's what we do, beotch!
(Fat shout, whole
me then turnin around I peeped the lovely
Fly face, fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly, said,
"Compliments of Bugsy," then took me across the persian
Ugh
Yeah
The Money Hustle
Get With It Bitch
Fuck you
And you already know what it is man
Dash Gang Entertainment
Joe-C on the beat
Every time I step
Why do I wonder
Flesh bone thunder the world is run by men at home
Cash rule the gun the crown prince and pussy the better princess
Thuggin
thing
If you cross me once, no going back
I done lost so much homies I'm losing track
As we get older, time flies by fast
So ima live every moment like
scuffs, run them up till my feet tired
We gon' knuck we gon' buck till we reap mine, reap mine
Ballin' off a rebound, crazy how I had to fall just to reach
laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said
that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I
days straight In San Diego thuggin
Teach me the hustle I won't need for nothing
I told my Cous Bro we got each other
Loving hoes Venting to my Baby
shit back like medieval
I spit at it like a Baretta, you know I get better by givin' the people
Not a fuck given, check the method, that's how we
we gone get heem
Snookie fats on his ass he gone hit heem
Free all my bros down the road making hookups
Put minutes on all of they phones
I been
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
to god I won’t give up
Won’t stop till my neck like some gold glitter
I know my pockets fat bitch but I want em bigger
I know you talking out yo neck we
would throw snowballs and watch them all explode
And when the cops drove by, we would all get down and hide
And if they stopped the car, we would all just
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