Lyrics:
I had to pass this shit in a motherfucking hurry
I'm looking at this chick, real thick, her name is Cheri
Big fat booty and her pootie was hairy,
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
As real they come
Do my 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
shit is slum
First batter up well here's the pitch - it's a curve
Second batter up because the first got served
The one who arouse, as I browse for
like a 3 pt contest
But I don’t compete these niggas
N Ian walking round with teflon vest
Cause I’m da one pulling da triggers
How I get money
the nighttime
Time is by my silhouette, tired of being a harbinger of bad news
Tired of paying rent, and I'm tired of paying dues
And I'm tired of being polite,
Because I can Jam like Teddy if you let me
A Goodfella but still rugged like Joe PESCI
My style is mad funka-to-the-delic with the irrelevant
shit
to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thing, Yeah
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Ain't no tellin' what a bitch will
ignore he's got married
And dodged the draft, both three times
He told white supremacists stand back and stand by
But Kaepernick that guy is the real bad
Because I can Jam like Teddy if you let me
A Goodfella but still rugged like Joe PESCI
My style is mad funka-to-the-delic with the irrelevant
shit
(Stay up on that shit)
Keep it on and on and on and on and
Know what I'm sayin'? Big Nas, Grand Wizard
God, what is it? (It's like)
Ha, know what I'm
Shit distribute shit out Grandma's house
Everyday at the block with the
Chop in my coat
Always been always be all my life
Always dope
(I know how real
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
for real)
Fumbled Katie Cooper you're a loser
I'm talking shit on your name I might start a rumor
cndre's fat he's a consumer
clways blurting out
we the shit
This is the part where we run Hip Hop
So get them hands high
I'm yelling all my real niggas
"keep moving"
My real bitches, "keep moving"
I
Yeah (what?)
I'm kickin' it for real with B Real (yeah, uh-huh)
(Yeah)
Yo, Marc, kick that fly gangsta shit, uh
Blowed away, flowin' away
for that busta shit
By the time I was 9, seen a bunch of shit
Lost more homies than a Iraq vet
Niggas skipping on groceries to buy that Tec
Lost a few
for that busta shit
By the time I was 9, seen a bunch of shit
Lost more homies than a Iraq vet
Niggas skipping on groceries to buy that Tec
Lost a few
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
feel like being an addict is a curse
There's something bout dude that
Makes bad shit worse
Theres 3 types of niggas in this world
Ya know?
So you either
Rolling up by myself to the cemetery
Just so I could rest for a minute in some peace
Brought with me a fat skunky bag, smoke in solitary
Lonely
these youngins lookin' to feel me out
Hollerin' 'bout how they gon' hit on me now
Niggas is real wild bangin' before trial
New kicks new trial I don't
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
a friend to me
Fat Joe, he call me literally, put me on a track instantly
Caribbean connection put me all the way up
What goes up must go down, so Thugga
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