Lyrics:
enough fellas to be 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, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
a Rondo Numba Nine, boy I ain't lackin' shit (I ain't)
Boy I'm city rollin' pistol packin' shit
It's Lil 50 goin' up in this Bih (What)
an actual president
Vote for a regular Joe
It might not be safe to go to the polls
So I guess I'll vote by mail
Thank God I live in Ohio
Where common
momma I keep all the receipts
Fooled by the banks, drafted in the ranks
Can't catch a break, I'm Saving Mr. Banks
To raving reviews, I'll be on the news
baby's gone
I missed her last night from holdin' her in my arm
I'm gonna ring up Turner
And try to see if the little girl is over there
I'm gonna
xannies got me sleepy and I still be rolling up the sticky
Timmy turner baby sitter Vickey, get her out her Vicky's, she leave me with Hickeys
I hustle like
ready to cock choppers back and let 'em go bang
Blocka blocka big bang spittin' out dat big old thang
Artillery by the pound shit that will blow up
Yeah I'm nice and I don't care if you know
Cause all you really need to understand is how hard I'm rulin with Joe
And the streets is no place for late
on some, "Stay solid" shit, used to make play by the colleges
JP brought Mason Turner, our sense the road was a major earner
Nigga, my life full
Every time I leave my house I'm being watched by big balloons
Everything's expensive my paycheck is a joke
Our border's nonexistent and our military's
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
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Passing the buck!
Has no Covid plan!
Controlled by the woke.
The American dream’s
Going up in smoke!
Joe defunds police!
Shuts pipelines down.
enough
Of chasin' up the thrill Now, now I'm packin', makin' deals
Tighter then em fridge seals From the zeal name brings
Sarj a big deal
the Rucker with all my Jake's on
Car grills so big you can cook a steak on
People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on
You hot 16 I'm a very great
Highwater risin', rising night and day
All the gold and silver are being stolen away
Big Joe Turner looking east and west from the dark room of his
the remix
I go by the name of Sacario
[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon
Turner, I'm packin' a fuckin' burner
And if a nigga really wants smoke, I'ma hurt him
And I'ma fuck up on your daughter, then I'ma hurt her
Nigga really
n stay up on ma grind
I've been dream chasing for de moni it's been big big figures all de time
Big big numbers comin up
De moni comin it can never
Jetway, runway with the big face
SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah the gangway (Offset)
I gotta tell the truth
I was expected
Yeah rNA RNA
Tiimmy Turner Yeah Yeah rNA RNA Yeah Yeah
Oh
Look I'm a STARBOY the world is on lockdown
Jiggy's they run the boy like I'm on lockjaw
I got you
DJ Threat
Jam Master Jay
Big Pun
B.I.G.
And Free Shyne already
We the Best
I'm from Miami-Dade County, Florida
I go by the name
Top floor I'm probably hitting ya hoe
Top shelf in my leaf & it's burning slow
By any mean ima get the dough
Left pocket sloppy beef & I ain't
The key’s always under the mat, it’s like that, yeah
Me, I'm packin' up my car
Even if I can't play guitar I'm a star
I know that I won’t be alone
the Rucker with all my Jake's on
Car grills so big you can cook a steak on
People hear Ma$e call em' wanna get their mase on
You hot 16 I'm a very great
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