Lyrics:
and forth)
My heart is beating your face
(I mean, my man's coming from every angle)
Xaul Zan! I leave a fat trace
We made your bounce so hard in your car
It
Republicans changed the lock on heaven's door
Keys to the kingdom don't fill no more
The poor working man like me and you
If we ain't got money we
a hustler all my life gimme six stacks,
Cop my self a quarter kite I can flip that,
Cook it till its solid white tell 'em hit that,
Big fat Os of that
shit is mad hot)
Give a whistle if you hear this, can't best me
Try to keep my lyrics short and fat like Joe Pesci
God bless me
Know what I'm
chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
And when we touch down everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all
WarZone, you can't bring heem back
Where the fat booty bitches at tell her bring yo back
Skinny nigga call me Fat Joe, I was leanin back
I was in the field
Run it back, hoe Run it back, hoe
Ayy, bring lil' thots into the castle Ayy, bullet to yo brain leave a fat hole aye
Ayy, got my muthafuckin' blade
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
at the time I just dealt
Celtic Nation a full house aces over kings
Forget about the log jams we had on the wings
Forget about how the fat lady would sing
By
like to be with you
You should try to go to some place, honey,
where the weather is hot, and the music is funny
you should try down south, by the magic
and
Once you splurged on mike js jones's nigga's couldn't keep
Up with i laid back on my fat joe shit that's what I call
More joe shit if I was to drop
addicted
If it's cool we can kick it feed me the kitten is delicious shish
I keep the blick on standby
They ain't run down on me they ran by
Beat it from
by
Loft are you throwing up in the sink?
Ah shit Looby's now yelling
Maddy
Maddy
Joe why are you walking around like Paranormal Activity?
What the fuck
get to the money
The bread ona daily
My nigga he thuggin he keep a .380
Finna buy me a glock
And it's just for my safety
By the way I don't let no nigga
get serious, 'cause by the looks of it
It seems your sexuality is just a little curious
You got a friend, we could gather then split
If not, I got
And bought you two fat dildos just to kill time
The fact that I'm... on the other side of this glass
I realize... just exactly what a nigga had
You stayed
how we be
Yo pass the bong
It's the return of the king like the lord of the rings
I'm back in this bitch and I'm doing my thing
The Joe and B. Crowe
thuggin'
We stay with the za cause it really be nothing
The uno no dos yea we really be stuntin'
Not with the bluffing y'all cop that
Ride inna uu he can't
there by ten
Said she with the gang, so I brought my friends (friends)
I don't play 'bout my ends
Said we was cool, but it came to an end (end)
Brand
Sinister
Verse 1
I was only nine years old when I got my first taste of blood we’d run around with pellet guns killing cats and dogs for fun
I
to say.."
[GPM] Copy copy copy copy copy
"There's just one thing I want to say.."
[GPM] We gonna hit it down like this, y'all know the flav
"There's just
dawg for some money
That's some lame shit
Claim they bout it, bout it
Say they thuggin'
We on the same shit
Catch a opp in traffic
KKK, I just might hang
wanna make a hit
You not impressin' me, talkin' bout bricks
I made it out the hood, and I'm still thuggin'
Accepted by Hollywood, and I'm still
about right'
Pulled out 5 cash, told him 'shine it up nice' (That's Right)
No, that's Cocaine White (That's Right)
Cocaine White
Fat Joe
This is
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