Lyrics:
Joe just got home you know what's up with us
They say pressure bust pipes we bust a lot of guts
And I be out my mind no I don't give a fuck
Pass down
Father Joe doesn't know
Where I've been or where I'll go
Out on the corner sowing seed
Telling me Jah got everything I need
And only true love is
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
but she got a nice body
I'm geeked up thinking this Buffie The Body
Ain't your name lil' Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double
(Ha huh)
When it come to regular Joe's can't trust a soul (Ha huh)
Can't be nice to no dam body I already know (Ha huh)
Can't be nice to no dam body I
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
Joe McGuffrey
If you're messing with the Junior then you get what you deserve
But the venue's menus show a lot more than seafoo
Lotta time to krill
down a zone
Pop a nigga like whoa
This shit tic tac toe
That's Three shots in a row
So that's three shots to the dome
On mom
I ain't shit till I got
can howl at the moon but if
I'm the moon then tell me though
Why would I care?
All of you niggas are pussy
I'm makin' it clear if I wasn't clear
No
wanna rap, don't wanna dap you niggas
I honestly don't give no fucks about bein' friends with a rapper nigga (not at all)
Griselda, bitch, we
[Jay]
One two, one two, and I say
I go by the name of Jam Master Jay
And the Hollis Crew, we here to stay believe that
[D.M.C.]
Hey, as we let
knives
Making spears
Out of lights
Out of fences
Choosing sides
cnd loosing lives
There no forgiveness
Henny 3 Times
Welcome to the death row
No
and to galaxy
It's real hard to get a ticket to hear Young MC
Because I rock like a professional, this ain't no lark
You either hear me at a party, or you see me
you hear my prayers
How can I be greatest
Nana ama fr3 mi ah op3 dough
Mommy fr3 mi ah op3 dough
3nsh3 miho 3nd3 fr3 joe
But hey we go blow...
Haters
Snappin Snappin Snappin
3.0 We Smacking
I See These Rappers Hating
You Want A Feat I’m Taxing
The Way I Bulid My Truss
I Feel Like Action Jackson
[Krizz Kaliko - Hook]
Dont you pity me no mo just pray for me
That this'll be the last sad song I have to sing
And only time will tell if you stand
doing time up in rivers when he came home
Now I'm waiting on a nigga for the get out of line
No drive by we jump out and dump where you grind
Excuse me
No other name for you
Even though they call you by another, you were always my G
And you light up the room
Ever since the first day you were here,
no safe buh u can't scare we
La hustle boi m3fa girl a D bee
Hw3 me y3 guy ama
Street nay3 hye branding na afa Womanizing costly joe m3nfa
But one time
Money make the world go round [Repeat: x 3]
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
We are no novice can't contain us
We will rock this
cause we rap so futuristic like we were taught by spacely
sprockets you got it
Anybody wana test
can So i can GO
Scraper Whip Them Whips near by
GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO
Verse3
me and the trumplus in the luck
im so flatland like table park
the cops come ain't no asking nobody
Bag up the body
Another cold case outside of Joe Robbie
Now it's the Hard Rock
Mama did Hard Rock
I was in trap houses,
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