Lyrics:
the shirt right off my back
You can dream about a honeymoon for two
You can dream but that's about all you can do
'Cause by the time old uncle Sam gets
All the ghettos around the world
Dig this, ghetto Fabulous Joe
Shaggy
All the children sing
I'm a ghetto child
I'm a ghetto child
(Check it, out)
SpitFire!!
Joe I rep the Chi you know that's faithfully
And ain't no fake in me I just was sensing it's a vacancy
These null and void rappers dam
tryna take off and you know that I'm the pilot
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Shining
Shining like my diamonds
Tryna make this money like it's my only assignment
Making
toes with it
Boy, I'm so committed, dripping air where I'm soaking in it
I just take it day to day
I just take it day by day
I just take it day to day
nigga in the Tray
And a four of that drank to go with my dank
It makes me lean all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog want to hunt for
here to start bringin' it
First cannibalistic rhymer, eatin' bitch niggaz
By the statistics, like, Jeffery Dahmer's
Huh, scrapin' you like
Like they do in the D
Just send me to hell or Salt Lake City
It would be about the same to me
it would be about the same to me
Detroit city from
move)
My daughter on the way
But I told Blasian have my son, though
I'm shadowed by my past
I just want the sun to shine on me
We took a finger off
I’ve been laying back, not thinking bout the past
Leave it in the dust, for now I’m off the gas
I am on my own, but she call my phone
Leave her
the road and it's shutdown
Boy better know when it's shutdown
Yeah, take time if a man wanna try me, no time
Usain Bolt when I run up on stage
I pick
your business
Sipping on that Henny
Fifties hundreds I got plenty
I ain't spending any
Cuz my presence make it Christmas
Yea
Take it off
Take, take it
your business
Sipping on that Henny
Fifties hundreds I got plenty
I ain't spending any
Cuz my presence make it Christmas
Yea
Take it off
Take, take it
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
Its your motherfuckin boy
Yeah
Jump Off Joe Budden here
Clinton Sparks
We gonna get familiar with it
We gonna get familiar together matter fact
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
Catch
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
Catch
where that brown bag?
I'm a big boi, 3 stacks, Outkast
For that bread I be in your house like
I go deaf ears if it aint about no dough
Porsche mind
for rhymes
You got to save it for David and wave it if you think that I gave it
I never gave a damn about a critic so save it
I run amuk demanding
and you know
It aint no doubt
Haters in my section
But ive learned to cut them off
Steady moving like a gangsta
Lean back Fat Joe I dont dance Bruh
All
Constant
Every toc we take it from the top
It's that 1 2 3 o'clock 4 o'clock rock
Get your app open
Plot the course you gotta trot
When the mad potent drop
Now yo, no joke, take it, no damn moat
Joe lock the door, pussy stay down, lay down
Yo, Napolean get the duct tape, cave him for cash flow
Biography,
in El Camino
If I said all them words, then I mean those
If you tend to Take Off on the Set, you ain't my Migo
Have you swimming with the fishes
dealing
I feel so bad for Papa, the house gives me chills man
It's like ya spirit still lingering or maybe you a ghost
Take advantage of my third eye please
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