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her. She said “your father left when your mum was pregnant and she had to survive all by herself” Now he wants your custody so he can maltreat you, but
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
in Alcatraz (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo
Get so much love, I'm payin sixteen on a kilo
Sendin niggaz outta town,
cousins up in the Benz
Big, G Psycho and E, ya'll know what this is
(Remy Martin)
Yo, yo, It's the T, E, a are a, a are a, O, are Squad
So you know I
ain't no such things
As halfway crooks
Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can
Choose to earn funds
So some get shot,
in love
But it’s time to fall in line
And Joe Biden, Joe Biden
Joe Biden’s gonna do just fine
The Russians don’t want you voting
In person or by mail
what?!
Swinging from my balls so hard it's like I got a third nut
And look I don't care who you know bitch
Looking fine get the fuck to the back
what?!
Swinging from my balls so hard it's like I got a third nut
And look I don't care who you know bitch
Looking fine get the fuck to the back
(yeah)
Told so many lies to these broads (too many lies)
Blew so much money, poped so many bottles
Yeah I fucked a bitch just because (just because)
begging for a bite
Tell me this since you're so smart with the economy
How much does Pence charge when you want to hit the sodomy?
I thought you'd know
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Son, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway
got a problem, they ain't real partners
I don't think so but fuck what I think bro
Know that you my cousin and I love you, watch yourself
They ain't cut
was he thinkin on my corner
When it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin
Somethin told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun
cousins nigga
Turn hale into gold, I can pon the river
High power, you a amish liver
Cali dro in my lungs and such
Twisted blunts from dawn to dusk
My shoe
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Son, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway
and such
In this industry
Don't know much
But It might be true
Ain't no telling it differently
Kat Williams
Gotta knocked out
By the little kid
What
her messin' around town with another man
And you know that ain't cool, watch me
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down
You shot her down
about
You wanna understand what's all around you
Such is life or so they say you gotta
Keep pushing for the fortune and fame you wanna
Make sure you got
the gay's at
Where the fags migrate and give each other AIDS at
They told me you ain't the pistol type
So yo, you know to me that means you a Frisco dyke
Get
ho
Said that hit kat
Short dress, head and that bizac
You know me with my thumb in my index
Nah, I ain't bloodin nigga
Pass blunts to my cousins nigga
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Uh, best part about it all, it's not difficult
You such a standout, nowhere near typical
Plus you let me be my own individual
You
streakin' the floor
You ever felt good to the point you so sure that
All the attention in the club is yours
Got your hair done up, shades Christian Dior
a broken femur too
The doctors put a rod
Throughout his leg
A couple months to need a crutch
But to Dirty Joe that ain't that much
Cause now he's
smokin wicked in the hood
plus the people is gettin blowed itching to come at ya stash
run up with the strap so fast
you gone they be already gone
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