Lyrics:
on 'em
Yea I know that's the way you like it huh?
Yea that's the way you love me huh?
So not to say my life is it
I said no doc my wife is it
Now
Is Take Trips & Talk Sh!t
If Ya Foul Ima Smell Ya When Ya Come Around Here
Face To Face Deals Got Me Healed By The Will Of God
I’m From The West Side,
friends
For convincing me to come here and
I defer to Joe Beasley now because he knows a
Hell of a lot more than we do
Thank you all
TROYVIXIOUS
I bet you nobody can do it like me
I get everything by the count of three
Stupid ass hoe think she playing me
But I ain't mad, I just
students cramming
For a test that we ain't study for, wonder will she love me more
With money, cause if not, I'm not sure what all this money for
Feeling
all we did was try to talk to hoes,
and none of them was tryin to hear (not 1 hoe)
it woulda meant so much more back then
cause now its fake hoes
dawg, she right here
Listen up homey it might help your career
I'm goin to the top cause I'm ready for action
Then disappear again like LaToya jackson
I reckon you all don't know me at all
I just got here today
My home is way down in a little town
It's not so far away
Everybody for miles around
[DJ Clue]
Yeah, the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Jump off Joe Buddens, on top
This go out to all my niggaz
You ain't gotta chain, but you got
below your window
Where I first began to know
To know you
Joe
Whisper the memory but not too loud
Remember the symphony when we were allowed,
of the man is Jesse Jackson
And his call for peace was loud as action
Cause now's the time to change the nation
But not with just another negotiation
He
to Jacksons from pennies
Hench Mafia family is tight and we're not friendly (no)
Can count on both hands, the whole clan, bitch, it's not many (yeah)
disrespectful, foe
I am not your average Joe, miss me with the back and forth
When I say I smash your skull, that is not a metaphor
Telling hip-hop forevermore
I
But I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law
Who's down to crush
I reckon you all don't know me at all
I just got here today
My home is way down in a little town
It's not so far away
Everybody for miles around
Peace, this is Spike Lee
A.k.a. Shelton Jackson Lee
A.k.a. loving husband and father
Of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson
I'm here with De La Soul
and rolling blunts almost every sesh
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
Okay so now we get into it
October I move us in
I was
fuck around, you could get your ass smoked
Look, its not a game, me B, I ain't playing
Beep behind me player, so you here anyway
You don't hear what
Some strangers came by smelling like sheep
Joe said "Please be quiet, my wife's still asleep"
They said "We will not wake her, we just had to see
funny
Joe Jackson with the hands
I'mma make sons bleed
The frustrations of life making me succumb to it
Therapy sessions, now that I'm numb to it
you have right now?
WEST: Well, influence isn't my definition of
Success it's a
By-product of my creativity i just
Want to create more i would be
Fine
whom
Have I harmed by
What I've said? What moral defection
Have I suggested? No, i
Don't want to chicken out now come on, pal
The clock's running
Hasn't
There is no rat on Fat Joe, you disrespect him right now, that's not good
Your fucking busted man, just tell us this shit
Your fucking baby momma told
Dbum dbum dbum soft ass got trucked by Ry
Max is so gay
Aye we fuck for free
How you get exposed playing never have I ever
Got my first kiss in
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