Lyrics:
runs the show
When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-O
Which is the one to blame when bullets blow
Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe
But Joe can't shoot
runs the show
When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-O
Which is the one to blame when bullets blow
Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe
But Joe can't shoot
Well, this job I've got is just a little too hard,
Runnin' out of money, Lord, I need more pay.
Gonna wake up in the mornin', Lord, gonna pack my
to all these back shots
All I do is execute
No room to slack off
So when you're playing all these games
Tell me what you playing
You speaking on my name
cheetahs
Flow colder than Papa Joe's or Domino's (Fuck it, whatever, um)
Trashwang scratched inside the knucks
Got some One Direction tickets, I should
honey
Baby let me by
Yeah move over honey
C'mon let me by!
I'm gonna show you baby
Chance is more than your eye
Well eat my dust
Let's have
robale joe
I am trina level up
T-Elly the name joe
Kemang otla nkemelang
Ke taboga game joe
I am running the game
E kanna rae settler
I got
the White Sox
Uncle Ro and Hurt M Badd is how I hooked up with him
Thought he could put us in the right spots
Let me connect the dots on the Chi block
Had two
the album
Bitch sweat it out
What’s dream to me, is a meme to you
Take a shot at me, I’ll throw it back at you
Cause it seems to me, you think I’m outta tune
jokes
Keep fuckin’ wit me, you’re just dead broke
All that money is easy to provoke
Don’t take it personally, I’m just playing bro
When I’m fuckin’ your
Five One Two is the area code
Twenty minutes to the studio I'm ready to go
Coconut water by side, sipping' it slow, and of course
I got the gas
Oh God!
[Verse Two: Fat Joe]
Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he's in the cockpit (cockpit)
Overseas moving ki's like a locksmith
Your Mother's got bags of good advice
The don'ts exceed the do's
But she's not you
All it takes is a little nerve
As I close in for the kill
his real name
And so it's time for telling Kip
That Joe is through with the game
Then I'll make Josephine proud
By finally taking the blame
Then
nigga
Pushing dope dreams, Gills raps is Cracked nigga
It's a dope boy, who you know
I'm in the field busting caps really
GI Joe
When I'm
Back in black
Well this job Ive got is just a little too hard,
Running out of money, lord, I need more pay.
Gonna wake up in the morning lord, gonna pack my
smell like a peach papaya
She said, "eat this psilocybin, I'ma be right back"
I'm like, "aight" (aight)
"Ayy, I don't know what psilocybin is" (no)
You smell like a peach papaya
She said, "Eat this psilocybin, I'ma be right back"
I'm like, "Aight" (aight)
"Ayy, I don't know what psilocybin is
appreciate your patience till the album is finished
Forget your opinion, I'm far from a gimmick
Since I've made music, I've put on a clinic
How else a man
Cenotaph by Bolt Thrower
Reekomposer vocals by Joe Benson
Cenotaph
Alone you stand
The final parody
Destined to silence
A memorial to mortality
an instance you’ll be lost by tomorrow
Seem the only time we talk is when i talk on song
See we used to have a spark, my only spark is my blunt
Yeah i need
on yourself (gOd)
Out here rapping for some wealth (gOD)
Instead I do it for your Health (gOd)
Communities Rebuilt (Yeah)
Another Classic Album (gOd)
As told by
I was born with an old soul
So when I hear what you bump it sounds so so
I remember Fat Joe with the Fo Fo
Went way harder than you
Hoes spittin' old
might give you a lil Leeway but you know what fuck that
I'm not but difference is between me and him
He give you new niggas a chance I won't
But fuck that
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