Lyrics:
I'm lurkin'
Homie its murder
Yayo is a clip inserta
I sneak in ya crib like a burglar
Homie I'm gangsta
Fat Joe the boy is a wanksta
I come through
my man Gene Kelly
[Repeat x7]
I'm sing-ing-ing-ing in the rain ain ain
Ah ah ah ah ah
Now it's the universal language that the Biz Mark is
playin'? You a lame
I ain't got none to lose and a lot to gain
But when it rain, who gon' be here by my side
Through all the troubles and all the pain
It
remix, remix
Remix, remix, remix,
[Verse 6: Fat Joe]
All these n*ggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff
make it rain (I make it)
Call me picture I drop a verse
I write a verse ina church
Big Pakistan
She hear me like Im illuminati
Rock city ntanga
We been
you make some noise if you heard me
We deal with wordplay, so your games could never hurt me
[Swel Boogie]
Let, let it be known in this game we're
on top
She Gon make a nigga neck break like that
Way she wiggle when she work her little waist like that
Thick as peanut butter and I bet it taste like
know?
Yeah like that
Some of that mellow shit
Some of that shit that make bitches drink
Make niggas think
And help you check a fat-ass bank,
So
putting it all right back in my scene yo
Okay I'm going places
Got old friends taking no paces
Gotta cut em out to make it round the basses
And make it back
fat
David Blaine in this mufucka how we do that
I make it rain in this mufucka watch how it stack
Got my gang in this mufucka they got my back
The gang
nothing
You’re not actually worth it
Watch you don’t get fuckin knocked out by the fat guy in public
Stop fuckin acting and fronting!
Wait a minute
I heard
motherfuckers running in and out of the crib
Doing drugs, selling drugs, all types of stuff
Meanwhile, I was just tryna keep it together
I was tryna make
anticipation is incredible
Godfather's got them edibles
We each take two, I know I'm screwed
I don't think that I'll make it through
At first nothing's happening
the basement
I was in the basement
It ain't even make sense
But all I know is that the sky is blue
And I don't give a fuck bout what you say or do
Just be you
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
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'
just like my name was Baki, I'm a get a thotty make her ride like a jokey, Kawasaki, like a Maserati, like a trolley, I need you to ride it, till you
of Swanz
How the heck I made this far
I just wanna make this fun
Drop like I hit and run
I go by the name of Swanz
Bet you never heard of one
Who made it
the get-a-long game would come through and make amends,
And by the end of the week they were all super friends.
G I Joe would get all riled up again,
Guns
make it rain when the sun out (skrrt, skrrt)
All red Royce, skrrt-skrrt, do a rollout (skrrt, skrrt)
My word is the law, no cap in my bars (no)
Put
frontline rhyme that's
interchangeable
Mastermind, blaze in the range, it's unexplainable
Against The Grain, crown prince of the purple rain
No games dunn,
line
Cus man I nearly died @ the wheel too
Now I make the foreign skirt skirt when I peel through
I'm about to grab this fucking game by the ankles
clockwork
(Ring, ring)
It’s shower time!
“Come on big boy, you’re all mine”
Ah, I cry! Fat Joe trying to rape me, not again
Would've thought he got enough
hate this money with a passion
Money is just a paper
I got value of my assets, I got value of my mental
It's me, Fraser or 169 on an instrumental
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