Lyrics:
Let's go
Wanted:
Strong and able-bodied worker
Minimum wage
Fifty-eight hour week
An average joe from the grand design
He breaks his back for big
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
N9ne units sold
And whoever you bitch niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes log
Lee Joe'll tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my dog!
Since Joe's dive bar
It's been eight
Long years
I laughed so hard
I was in tears
You see he took a
Community college class
To expand his ego
the thorough?
BK forever representin' my borough
Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips
Too easy for you to understand my hits
When the album drops every
hot but the flow cold
Flip rocks by the boatload O.G. no see see me drift off get ya nodoz
Zip-loc full of dro tow big glocks on the hip cocked try
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
steel Eggo
Throwin rhymes in spirals like Joe Klecko
Miami Dolphin, now shut up, close your mouth and
you be hatin debatin, regurgitatin
Ay
Yeah
Nique
Know what I'm saying
Shee
Ay
Big body ay
Big body
Ay
Big body
Big
Yeah
Big
Yeah, yeah
Big body
Yeah
Yeah
Peep game this elite work
Nova
sit by the radio, hands on the dial tune
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers let it off (off, woo)
Mr. VA 'bout
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
Big guala
Big baller
Big bank
Big guala
Big baller
Big bank
Big guala
Big baller
Big bank
Big guala
Big baller
Big bank
I got everybody
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
favorite Runtz
Couldn't swim with the big fishes so the nigga sunk
Can't forget my baby my burner nickname Timmy Turner
Yea, extended magazine Double XL
forty-eight
They knew almost every single customer by name
Everyone bought everything from Joe and Betty Jane
Time marches on and that little store is gone
But
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
off
By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
behind the Mule
in the morning and plow
Big Jack Earl was 8'1'
He stood in the road and he cried
He couldn't make her love him
Couldn't make her stay
but
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
Piscataway, 8 Ki's I have we lay
Half today, my whole island like Gilligan its fast away
By the way, [whats up dawg] who's hardest
Probation over yeah, ima
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