Lyrics:
importer, I be that rich bitch
Stack banks by the chips, check it
I spot hits like Spud Mackenzie, I'm Leona Hemsley
Taxes is gettin' axes
It's essential for
Winell
Macked on the baby like an ice-cold vet
Everythin' she had is what I get
Cause I'm Too $hort, baby, I don't play that shit
I met another freak,
booty on duty and represent for the rent
cuz ying yang is dealin this thang
AND WE AINT GOIN NOWHERE!
This shit fo the twurkulators
This shit fo
Changed up on me, nigga
I could never blame them
Nigga ever play real quick, I'ma shame him
Say he want fight, Baby Joe gon' zip him
Run up on me try me
throw dirt on my name
That shit just a part of the game
Nothing's the same, no more coolin' by my lonely
That shit just a part of the fame (boom)
fuck it, my shit is on hit
And hittin' you blaow (blaow) so what you wanna do now?
You stepped up, I whacked ya, you crept up, I smacked ya
Got
the Bentley
The Porsche ain't shit
Not a chain from Jacob
What I need is a wake up
And this pain my heart got
The weight of an anchor
And still I thank the good
loose as a goose they pussies to ice packs
Real life Jack, they can be white, black, nice, fat
Just need a crevice to put my pipe at
So when we bang
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
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
Stealing at least three minutes of every rap radio hour
It's often easier for one to give advice
Than it is for a person to run one's own life
That's why
likes you, like I like you
I'm aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr..
[Verse 2]
Girl your ass fat like Joe, you real sweet like Ja
lethal
Brick by brick is how we build higher than a steeple
The race is on are you in
This is our Fam, and you'll never ever find it's equal
The Fat
the words you said
You are Hip-Hop fo'real
And that shit between you and Jada
Y'all gots to chill
We're all brothers, we're all
Brothers, rise up, hip-Hop
them tender dicks
A real nigga never give you shit Biotch
Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho
Getting money by at the pak Jam, by
down a hit and lean back
Look at ya self and see what I'm sayin is real fat
Society lives off what the media tells us
And niggaz be joinin up wit
'96
Ah shit
Ice-T back
Representin, nigga, once again
That real shit, nigga
I thought you knew, bitch
Better recognize
[ CHORUS ]
Players, check
on
'Cause your skin is peelin' around
Them bullet wounds on your back
You're fat, plus you're abortion-prone
I'd rather be a young exec, than the puppet
a strap
Precisely that's how motherfuckers make them fat lick-backs
See I'm way respected in the rap industry
Cause I skip, spit that real-life type
Fat Joe fellas rock away lean back,
Now spin to the right, land in front left leg,
Switch right foot, slide left, stolen base, safe
Now take it down
ass fat like cake
She throwing it back shit like an earthquake
Niggas is pussy on the low they be fake
Twin chops like liv and maddie
Bro toting katy
And it's 1,2,3 what are we dyin' for?
Don't ask me I don't really know
Ask PT Trumpum, it's his shit show
And its 5,6,7, open up the pearly gates
Well,
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
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