Lyrics:
brain until their ability
To think was amputated
By pimpin' their instincts until they were fat
Horny an' strung out
An' her right to be kept queen
a struggle/
Actions speak more den words so don’t tell me I love you/
All da pain & alla hunger I put it in da hustle/
& love don’t mean shit told her I
team, yeah
Put my dick all in her, yeah
Your bitch gonna cream, yeah
Your girl give me head, yeah
Kinda like oil sheen, yeah
This bitch she is upset
flesh
Hold ya breath 'cause your next stop is death
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Yeah yeah, we in for mothafuckin like, ya heard me?
See you niggas creepin
and the mouses
Getting fat on the couches, huh
Come get enchanted by the love of the planet
And take a break from the modern worlds covered in granite
Cause there
a part of the game, boy I'm out here in the rain
The hood know my name, boy and my shit ring
Since I don't play no games, boy I let that shit ring
It's
your body don't stop don't miss)
Man she got me in the zone when I watch this broad pass by
Been becking at this bitch all night but this my last try
I
man!
They took care of me, they put, he put clothes on my back, he put food in my stomach
You know he helped me with microphones, and recording,
So (High), Up in the..(Sky)
It ain't no comin' down or mention
And keep it pimpin', how? fire dro up in the kitchen
By mornin', all ya fruit juice
hittin
Niggas slangin and snortin, if we spittin we splittin
I put G's on the map, leave brains in laps
I hit da stage with drama, startin niggas to scrap
of the devils
Franks back in the den, here to flex infront ya friends
Half nigga half spic, the klan hate to picture this
But if life's a game nigga, then Im
ya niggas hear me
I put it on from dust to dawn, to stay worried
Row then he blow, row just like moby
Dick in the dirt, to run the planet like toby
Ya
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
Like you know me
Startin' shit cause they niggas
Mad doggin' me so now it's time for me to
Release the fuckin' hogg in me
I puts my hand on my heat,
your verse - we just need to put this shit out
Yeah alright...
Listen when I tell the story (Tell the story)
I been reppin' been reppin' for my
know I'm good
I used to trap out in da hood
I used to pack pounds in the country
Trailer parks and big fat bud trees
Smoke a pipe like I'm a wizard
Make
the true and certified who resided pimpin' back
Fat Joe is good coke and the crack in the flesh
Young Jeezy the snow man
But I pack is the best
So when
could put you in some merch I can put you on game, you ain't Neva really been this fly (Yeah)
U look like the lonely type
I give you a tribe of 8s n make
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
dem niggas and have no fear
Play the game wit dem stripes, put it in his life
Ten on da mic, nigga do it da same night
Its a miracle, da way I
Top floor I'm probably hitting ya hoe
Top shelf in my leaf & it's burning slow
By any mean ima get the dough
Left pocket sloppy beef & I ain't
dick
Playin role games, when my dick swang
I'll be Indiana Bones in the Temple of Poontang
Fuckin that cunt like a maniac
Steamin up my back windows
never fuckin talk
Cause we always be debating
Wait
Money jumpin out da safe
Sliding wit Rogue put that shit in ya face
All on my own did the shit
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