Lyrics:
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Hey the man's at the door
Run Joe!
Hey man he won't let me go
Run Joe!
Run Joe as fast as you can
Run Joe!
These police holding me hand
Hide
Now Beautiful Joe, he lay down in the snow in his old coat and hat
in his old hat and coat
The coat had been eaten by moths
The coat had been eaten
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
mujeres bien sueltas
(Dale, papi, bien suelta)
DJ Joe dale flama (papi, dame flama)
Hey, a mí me gustan las mujeres bien sueltas
(Dale, papi, bien
tonight
But not for long
And I might say goodbye
But right now, yeah baby, right now
I need you
Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma'
I need you
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
the honor of a man. Hey Mr. Joe, hey Mr. Joe, will you tell me where to go? Show me what it means to be truly free, and shielded by Lady Justice. Hey Mr. Joe
sista
[Mya]
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Joe!
You wanna give it a go?"
Oh! uh huh
crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still a hater
And as hard as a stone
Hey blood brother, you're bad to the bone
You're a natural killer
In a bad place alone
They call me Smoky Joe
And I'm as thin
[Chorus]
That don't make me a bad guy
Don't scar my resume
Don't you give me a black eye
Judgin' by my day-to-day
He's in love with
was his hat in a clearing
Down by the 7-11 folks cried
Someone said he died,
But I know Joe didn't go to heaven, no
He went looking for trouble
homeward-bound
Can't you hear them hummin'
Happy times are comin' for to stay, hey
We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon
And my heart's
[Fat Joe]
Yeah don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them
When the sun goes down, the tide goes out,
The people gather 'round and they all begin to shout,
"Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud,
It's a treat to beat your
wouldn't get it wrong
All we did was bend the string like . . .
Hey!
Down in joe's garage
We didn't have no dope or lsd
But a coupla quartsa beer
climbing top of Never-Neverest
With my contaminated friends
Gah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hali hali, ho, hali hali, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hali hali, ho, hali
When the sun goes down, the tide goes out,
The people gather 'round and they all begin to shout,
"Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud,
It's a treat to beat your
spring than it's time to sing
Never mind the l'il birdies wing
Look out, look out, old New York
New York's coming an' New York talks
Hey! Strike! Not
And other folk
Soaked and soaked
By their joke
Hey, hey, Joe, Joe
Whatcha know, whatcha know?
Hey, hey, Joe, Joe
Whatcha know, whatcha know?
Push
spring than it's time to sing
Never mind the l'il birdies wing
Look out, look out, old New York
New York's coming an' New York talks
Hey! Strike! Not
stand
(I'm a man) Am I by
(I'm a man) I'm your slave
(I'm a man) I'm a little girl when we make love together
Hey, hey, hey
Jude, don't make it bad
Take
the middle of my salad and steak
Bobby Joe walked in with a couple of friends
And said, "Hey have you heard from her at all man like
Where's she been?"
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
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