Lyrics:
gotta flow, Joe
You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know, Joe
Bust it, check it, watch how I wreck it
Niggaz watch your back, shit is gettin'
momma's a big fat bitch
She's a three toed stank ass cross-eyed bitch!
Oh, shit....
Tell 'em Joe
Im Joe C., the "C" stands for cool,
I might be a fuck,
Joe C.: Kyle's mama is a big fat bitch
She's tha biggest bitch I know
And she stinks like shit
Remember back in tha day when she was skinny
Now she
niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin' shit is real
Hey yo, it's real
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Check it out
Let me let ya know why I made this
Fat Joe feat. Noreaga
Misery Needs Company
[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]
[Fat Joe]
Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my facilty
three's for
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
[Featuring Noreaga]
intro: [police sirens]
[Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]
[Fat Joe]
Yo yo one's for the cash two's for my facilty
from the playa Joe
Man let me get my shit right
Cause I'm not gone be the one to fall off
Cause I know I'm gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss
20
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
they know the real secret/to really be on top gotta keep someone beneath it/to really be on top use the trickle down theory/so politics is filled with
please, oh no
Shove that cock in real slow
Give me some of that Joe-Yo
Nevermind, shove it in fast
Papermaker pride throughout Camas
3 to the 6 to the 6
[Fat Joe]
Yeah don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
Watatatang, watatatang, tang
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang
Does anybody know Joe
This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook
Sing to 'em
stop rockin 'til I retire
Any bitch disagree is a god damn liar
(Outro - Fat Joe talking)
Yeah, uh infamous Terror Squad nigga
Loyalty, what does
!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
[Fat Joe]
Aww shit, what we have here
Ninety-three and it's a brand new year
My name is Fat Joe I got shit locked
the rappers that they talk shit
While I be rippin the microphone and all my records are hits
The name is Fat Joe, I'm on the down low
I chill with Lord
(Fat Joe!) Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
[Fat Joe]
Aww shit, what we have here
Ninety-three and it's a brand new year
My name is Fat Joe I got shit
musical component
It's your man Fat Joe, oh, is that so?
You remember me from, "You know ya got to Flow"
One time for your mind off the top of a dome
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Me and you..
Yo' momma and you girlfriends too..
We can take this to recharge..
And maybe we can do a men? - haha
It ain't shit, man
about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack
There is no rat on Fat Joe, you disrespect him right now, that's not good
Your fucking busted man, just tell us this shit
Your fucking baby momma told
[Remy:] This is, this is, this is this, this is
[Fat Joe:] are to the Eezy
[Remy:] Listen, listen, listen, listen
[Fat Joe:] M to the wizzeye,
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