Lyrics:
to only what I label
I ain't the kinda guy who carry out for dough
The material cat who walk around for show
I'm jus' everyday, merry-way Joe
a fire with just my elbows rubbin
Aunty acting up
Uncle pissed her off
She going clubbing
All My cousins Thugging
Attitude like Joe budden
Better pull your
WarZone, you can't bring heem back
Where the fat booty bitches at tell her bring yo back
Skinny nigga call me Fat Joe, I was leanin back
I was in the field
more tricks than a Hunts Point ho
Search for beats with my man called Show
Then I shoot the gift with my man Fat Joe
I put hits together just like
I was a hustlin-ass nigga, straight lovin the game
Always meant to be a playa, put the 'luv' in my name
Surrounded by niggaz I was soakin it from
The ones that are outlawed worse than Reno Raines/
and make the average Joe on the street demand cleaner trains/
The ones whose history ya'll want to erase/
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
bumrushing them hoes like Joe Klecko
It's hard to get a ticket like the Funkmaster Flex show
Even fat girls get twist into pretzels, Tony Starks special
don't want beef
Money, Power, Respect
Still the words that I live by
You violate
They'll be the same words that you get killed by
A hustler
Stay
hoppas, plus we
cop droppas, by the day but the night we just cock roppas, tryin' to catch a dime, cat nights and fat,
lets go get they head right like
by my ego
Treat this rap shit like a Rick Barry free throw
Too easy like Uhaa Nation on some Kobe World Festival
Bury your body in Sebastopol and fill
fat, plus her pussy was creaming
Shit stank, and nigga was wheezing
Shawty in luv but what is the meaning ?
6k, you get hit with the beam
2k, I
where your girlfriend at
Time to double up
Legs wide open
I be gloat'n
Pussy stay wet, yeah thought i was jok'n
Damn that pussy fat he want me to throw it
that are gritty
Fat Joe told you that the jealous ones envy
And the hungry ones be plottin in the cut by the plenty
In my close the thirty years, I have
move left nigga check my C
Slouch ass nigga she don't need no bean bag
Loan a bitch a hundred ima need my bean back
Whip out the wood
Fat Joe watch her
the true and certified who resided pimpin' back
Fat Joe is good coke and the crack in the flesh
Young Jeezy the snow man
But I pack is the best
So when
behavin like they are too good
There lived a little boy that was misled
By another little boy and this is what he said
Check it "Me and you kid we gonna
Your cranium with'cha brain scattered on your dance floor
All these cats-know, loorey gets his haters lean back like fat-joe
I'm the black hole; i sniff
(slow)
My best friend, was a G.I. Joe
although he had bald spots in his afro
Play with the kids your own age, that's what they used to tell us
I got
it all from my pops
He taught me to stand up for what I believe in
And what I believe in is of wolf and man
By taking the fallen lamb, harvesting from
how we be
Yo pass the bong
It's the return of the king like the lord of the rings
I'm back in this bitch and I'm doing my thing
The Joe and B. Crowe
fed the connect
I’m on my Fat Joe should Big L and Vaness’
Hop off my scaffold to my scalable death knowing anyone's ever been credible bled
I'll exist
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
Okay, I think by now we've established
Everything is inherently worthless
And there's nothing in the Universe.
With any kind of objective purpose
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