Lyrics:
don't do it
Such an angel
He was only seventeen
Just got out of school
He stole a bike from Joe's garage
To prove that he was cool
He didn't know
I don't know how dangerous it was going to be back in February
and he didn't even tell you
He's on record as saying it
He panicked
He just looked
and bust with the solo
Mike my stromie don't be so selfish
Get on the mic cause you know you eat shellfish
It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr
I'm about that money, nothing funny Moon or sunny Goons are hungry
Take it from me, you don't wanna be the hunted when we on it
Keep it hunnid, make
fat joe
I'm the reason my team got...
They know they know they know
That's ma bro for life but if we get nicked I don't know my man
I put dots in
flow
Don't be stuttering when you're talking to Mystikal
Or lying when you be talking to J-J-Joe
[Joe]
I smell cologne damn it's strong
How did ya get
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
white hoes just giggle and laugh
And I'm telling Joe I don't
Do business like that
Put them hoes out the room and tell your man
To go sit in the back with
mansions all on my checklist
No time to chill or watch Netflix
Me and Joey on a mission
I'll play every position plus I'm coaching
Bro don't question my
the public
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Gotta love it (You gotta love it) Young!
Desert Storm - it's the Roc! It's what we do, beotch!
(Fat shout, whole
respect for my rasta man
Them on Jah, a big fat chocolate bar
That's on the law, the devil is a lie
And I don't fuck with the law
That law, gotta keep
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
feel it all around you
I go into a soundproof booth and change flows
Track the strange hoes wit headwraps and Bangols
Hip-hop is gettin strangled by this
envy you
These niggas act the same way like these bitches do
She want it raw no way that I'm hitting you Young fettii too slime no way that I'm tricking
thinkin' of me, be my part time loverr..
Me I'm gon' do my thang, so you can go do your thang
You wanna fuck 'um it's aight with me, be my part time loverr..
it's the remix baby
Now let me get into it
And do it how I do it
Yeah, long hair don't care like the Jewish
God man
I'll be dumpin' and I eat
this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em
And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em
Spike Lee'd
X'd out like a raver
In
drinkin' in Boston
Joe's gonna take us home
We don't care 'cause we know we aint alone
'Cause we went drinkin' in Boston
Down by old Fenway
Drinkin' to all
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
in they first video
YouTube don't lie, sort it like numbers
I been gettin' money for the past eight summers
Bought a Benz all cash, ho picked up
bad with a fat ass
Beat it up like she stole somethin'
Fuck two times then I roll somethin'
Can't no nigga do it like me
All my chains is icy
All
my blunt and that's fat joe
Never tryna stunt this hoe telling me I'm mad dope
I Heard your little song that shit sounded like a bad joke
Brain blast
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