Lyrics:
speakin' about the real
This is Joe Crack, The Don an' this is what I'm bringin' to you
Yo, nowadays, I'm flirtin' with uncertain death
Lord, I gotta be
and most kings I been doin it
Rock, Rob, Joe, and Big E is one unit
Supreme force, ever since Main Source, my nigga
Shoulda had yo ass drunk like
and still remain loyal
On the hip-hop throne amongst kings, I've been doin' it
Rock, Rob, Joe, and Big E is one unit
Supreme force, ever since Main
earned that right to choose
Blue skies, a cloud or two come by
Chillin' with a Mike's hard by my side (Chilling)
Now jump in for a swim, dunk my head in
how I get these mills
And still live like a stoner
No other way, I get a 100k from each promoter
Or more than that, hold up
Money long it don't fold up
hit him off of the balcony
Joe Jackson
Get high
Get fly
Bumpin my shit out the back of my ride
Get high
Get fly
Keep a plain jane wit a baddie on my
Michael Jackson Bad
All de manz dem trips every time they walk by
Yes me blow dem a kiss and I tell dem bye bye
Come in know say that you neva seen a gyal
children up behind cages and screens
And when black lives said they will pay no more price
You said the tiki boys of Charlottesville were also very nice
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
They making knives
Making spears
Out of lights
Out of fences
Choosing sides
cnd loosing lives
There no forgiveness
Henny 3 Times
Welcome
smoked up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga, I know she tryin' to fuck
But her hommie wanna play G.I. Joe
Hommie you better check yo hoe before yo big
is very poor
We couldn't go to the store
We can't afford a door
I wished we had more
I don't know what to live for
My car just got stolen
With my
rent by making sum out of nun
Huh?
I wanna live in the hills next to Paris Hilton
Fuck love I need a mill— nah a billion
Richard Millie for every one
homies a Whether be
Fred Dogg S P double E D why cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe be
Michael Jackson's final words were "more milk."
Every day there's a different warning
The safer path is the one you choose
Fear is hungry so if you
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
Come on! Come on! Uh!
That's right, Nonpoint, Darwin's, Grimm in the house, lemme hear that shit
Na'mean? Uh! Bout to slay those fuckin tracks
Here
money is the code of the streets
Live by it, and they say the hotter the bullets, the colder the streets
Like the older the hammer, the older the beef
of Joe Jackson's kids
I ain't get this nice overnight, it just happens when you practicing
I got some accolades under my belt
Pussy like butter the ones
done came and left
I'm by myself, with your traces
And my yard you know it's hard, mentally-scarred
Brain-barred little cousin Joe, I done seen
Im too slimy Anaconda
I be fucking on yo mama
Riding presidential like Joe Biden
Chop
Choppa bullets hotter then a sauna
Purple in the Styrofoam
He say he dance with the devil
I tell him I pray to the lord
You live by the sword
You die by the sword that’s your reward
We 2 sides of the same
I love is old school like Mary Jane
Boston baked beans and candy canes
Exchanged look on a number two train
Run catch kiss sunshine or rain
Jackson
Probably cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is
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