Lyrics:
down your bumbleclot dreadlocks!
Ayo Joe! We suffocating with the headlock
Let's fly the kite to his Ma
You leave the key inside the breadbox
I
didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am
just the way I like!
One's real ghetto, don't give a reason
She knows I'm not her man, she don't riff bout cheating
Joey only go to her crib
ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your chick?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know
rap crew
Talkin' 'bout "bars is back"
Man don't you know that's what
Everybody in battle rap do?
Stupid! Your raps suck, you the truth to who?
Against
Blasted for few winters, rejuvenated
Return like you remembered, but more swifter
Stronger than your malt liquor,
Money, hoes and clothes, don't let them
, blow joe
Bitch, we poppin' bottles while you hoes toastin' cups
Bitch, we the realest, y'all hoes mixed with cut
Is that your ex yeah
I know that slut
Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya
Oh, oh, say can you see
By the dawns early light
Party with me every night
Let down your hands, alright
know he wasn’t your first choice
He sure wasn’t mine
You don’t need to fall in love
But you need to fall in line
And Joe Biden, Joe Biden
Joe Biden’s
would be easy
But it's hard for me to let you GO~!
(Baby don't) GO! (Baby don't) go!
(Baby don't) go (baby don't) {y'all know what this is}
Now I'm
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
I don't leave no witness
Like Larry Fishburne, I'll meet in Hawthorne, pushin' lefts
With no signal light on, yo word bond, I know the shit's on!
we don't condone
Better check your hand for you have to fold
Matter of time till they get exposed
Now you back to being just an average joe
What's
, allow me
I go by Bis which means
The second coming musically
cnd Shuttlesworth
Well, let's just say I got game
(Hook)
Everybody wanna know where you
nowhere, she love how I'm drillin' it
Throw it up on her she throw it right, back
Bitch you know you like, that
In your mouth but don't bite, that
I'm
gang-bang
Hard livin' motherfucker represent your turf, your side of town,
You know that's where the fuck I'm found
Knees dirty, hands dirty, smokin'
was strong in the beginning, bring and end to your problems, rock around wild, teach my style to the children
witness what you hearing, don't be teary
And probably swell up your nose
Lotta bitches love when I spit so
Let me dazzle you hoes
Let me prazzle your head
Do and skidattle wit Joe
And get a stack
and your captain's soft (bitch)
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to (come on)
You can run your
never amount to anything!)
Behind (Just wait 'til I get my hands on you!)
God knows I tried (Don't you dare raise your voice at me, boy!)
But he got in
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
the remix
I go by the name of Sacario
[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon
gang-bang
Hard livin' motherfucker represent your turf, your side of town,
You know that's where the fuck I'm found
Knees dirty, hands dirty, smokin'
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