Lyrics:
And if this doesn't convince you that MUSIC
causes BIG TROUBLE...then maybe I should turn off my plastic' megaphone and
sing the last song on the album
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
than 30 million albums 50 Cent's
Highly successful catalog
Including Get Rich or Die
Tryin', The Massacre
Curtis and Before I Self Destruct
Will continue
, baby
Come and take me
Take me by the hand
Show me
Here I am, baby
It always ends up this way
Me begging you every day
A love that I cannot have
he won't let me go
Run Joe!
Run Joe as fast as you can
Run Joe!
These police holding me hand
When they take me before the sarge
I am going
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
appreciate you stoppin' by"
Said, "I ain't askin' for a dime just a minute of your time
An' your name here on the dotted line
Could you sign my petition?"
Oh hello
I am the ghost of Troubled Joe
Hung by his pretty white neck
Some eighteen months ago
I travelled to a mystical time zone
And I missed
Billy Joe went to Saigon
For Uncle Sam
Now I go to see him,
He don't know who I am
Once a year I get a card
From Mary Beth
She's with husband
thinkin'
I couldn't get the man out of my head
Three a.m., it hit me
In a cold sweat, I sat up in bed
That would be me without you
Every day would be
country music promoter in the
world. A great big hand there he is
Here's a song that we titled an album by hope ya'll remember
It called I Take A Lot
Oh hello
I am the ghost of Troubled Joe
Hung by his pretty white neck
Some eighteen months ago
I travelled to a mystical time zone
And I missed
In his diamond-studded jaw.
And he never was much bothered
By the process of the law.
Well, I hired to Diamond Joe, boys,
I did offer him my
Cross their heart and they hope to die
That the other was to blame
Neither one will ever give in
So they gaze at an eight by ten
Thinkin' 'bout
One two, one two, ladies and gentlemen, I am Chris Rock
With my man Prince Paul chillin' in Brooklyn
It is my pleasure, it is my treat (mm-hmm),
they selling y'all, fuck am I telling y'all?
It's Uncle Joe, don't wear Supreme and jeans
Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens
for that old song
We used to play in "joe's garage"
And if I am not wrong
You will soon be dancin' to the . . .
Central scrutinizer:
The white
just Joe Shmoe, rappin' in Joe Blow's basement
I apologized for it before, so
Either accept it or you don't, and let's move on
If I ain't shown that
wrote a book you'd be my last chapter
Got me sad like when Joe said this was his last album
I ain't tryna flatter you but nothing else matter
Since she
beautiful to view
By me, by me, by me, by me, I hope by you.
Oh your boats upon the sea are very beautiful to view
By me, by me, by me, by me, I hope by you.
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
the blues
Have come, oh yes, they do
Oh, well I'm goin', goin' away baby
And I won't be back till fall
Oh yes I am, going away baby
And I won't be back till
Here I am, baby,
Come and take me,
Take me by the hand.
Show me,
Here I am, baby.
It always ends up this way,
Me begging you every day.
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