Lyrics:
[Verse 1: Dizzy DROS]
M3a 7ellit lbab
Mikti lka7la f 3aynou dabet
66 3am dyal l7adya zghab dyal 3ayno chab
(Hanyaa)
Would Cha3b 3aref
W 7it Ana
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
But I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law
Who's down to crush
Come on baby
We gotta do another podcast together
The streets need this (Triple F's)
I'm flipping a fuckin' fast flow
For Ari & Joe my flow is freezing
Montana, loose cannon
He shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her a** fat, you
Overwhelmed by joy and I can't hide it
Livin' it easy, easy livin' it all
Roll up a fat one, no one within a yard (yeah)
I'm with good friends and it's so
Praise the lord, pass the ammunition
We'll kill some heathens, then we go fishing
You bait the hook
I'll be the cook
We'll microwave them, deep fat fry
the Midi gold frame
Crime in the city but the city won't say
Running out of gas, you could give me yo lane
I'm a do it for the average Jimmy Joe Jane
I
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
you, put the pump to your ear and
Pump up the volume, knock out a tall dude, bear hug a fat boy
I fucked the teacher and stomp on the frat boy
I don't
Oh God!
[Verse Two: Fat Joe]
Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)
Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith
I've been watching news, creepy Joe interviews
They're trying to tell me, that he is the one to choose
Telling lies sniffing hair, I don't reckon
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like i said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
nigga started this shit
[Chorus]
Be careful what you ask for, Joe got bagged
He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
Now he rattin'
Heart my homies ra mrad
Trip f jbal
Dmaghi tayer
Nrja3 n7at album
Heeemmmmm
Mansawnich kissan oh bae
Heeemmmmm
Nssawni L'problems bzayd
Ba9i f la ville
fat
You need to go get a tummy tuck(fat ass bitch)
You just like them homeless people
Y'all have no Bucks(no money)
Just like the name of my album we
*** wit' I
I make a million by June
I'm sayin' f*** July
And I beg you to try me while I'm holdin' da Tommy
I'm a have ya body all over da lobby
I
'm servin' them rhymers
And me and Nickel F go together like burgers and diners, yes
I'm like a waiter and you something like a hater
With trays in both
to clean the shit from my bowels
A really hot girl walks by with a fat ass
But I'm just wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash
Forgot my card
Can't Understand my city's under siege
F-a-see-e-M-o-be screamin 'cause I mean it
Till these muthafuckas bury me
37-40 pull dat pistol packin
Gun
pumps up the fat hat
Juicing thumps up the fat cat
Joe Six stump up, the ratatat
Bang, You live with Josie and the Pussycats
The Brooklynites
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
'm servin' them rhymers
And me and Nickel F go together like burgers and diners, yes
I'm like a waiter and you something like a hater
With trays in both
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