Lyrics:
Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for killing a man in Arkansas.
Funny thing about it, Joe Bean has never been to Arkansas.
On top of that, Joe
they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for killing a man in Arkansas.
Funny thing about it, Joe Bean has never been to Arkansas.
On top of that, Joe
Anything we should know about your change?
So you're on the floor at fifty-four
Think you can last at the Palace
Does your body go
Joe)
Well it happened a year ago Sunday
And they still talk about it today
How the dam broke loose
On the Etowah River
Nearly washin' everybody
always give back what it owes
Suddenly there was just Harry and Joe
Now Joe'd been a teacher gentile and calm
Harry, a teamster with a fuse like a bomb
va-cate in Acapulco
Crazy as they come I'm not the one, we can do this
With the hands, or take it to the guns
You know I can flow, the name is Fat Joe
I
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,
strippin' and they show they breasts
And they all think Joe the best
Well it's on if they got no regrets
Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake
think so, really
You don't ever think that?
Just occasionally
You get cheesed off with people writing rubbing about you, which you get often
Yeah, I
the window sill
And I say Fat Lenny's gonna lick my head off
Stop by my friend Fat Lenny, I like him a lot (Tell him about my buddy)
He's Fat Lenny -
to jail,
I went 12 hours long and I worked em hard,
Stay away from Joe he's going to jail,
By the time I get home it's almost dark,
Stay away from Joe he's
I'm a bad boy yeah
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I know at times you feel stressed out
But I'm tryin' to set you up so later I can buy you up this guest house
Hanging side by side on the wall
Down at Joe's place
It's still the old way
Pickled eggs in a jar
And a blue ribbon sign
Ol' boys and bankers
Lemme tell ya 'bout Kyle's momma
Straight out of tailor, Joe C.
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch, she's the biggist bitch I know
and she stinks like
Joe never had a lick of sense pass the biscuits please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I got to plow
And mama said it was a shame about
y'all why.
He drips personality.
My friend Fats, he's a heck of a Joe.
You should watch him go,
Bopping in the band shine
With a bota bag of fried
Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was
[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
"Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I got to plow"
And mama said, "It was
it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I
(Close!)
So very, very close! (Close!)
Aaw, baby, you're close! (Close!)
So close!
But no cigar!
Missed it by that much! (No cigar!)
Ah, yeah! Ah, right!
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
where I'm living at
[Fat Joe]
Clitter clack, that's the sound of the Mini Mack
Where we at, uptown where it's really at
Gimme that, I want
that
Another thing man
I don't see how he got Betty away from her mother
That ol girl watches her all the time
You think Joe's wife know about that
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