Lyrics:
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
Catch
it's real
AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Coming from the Wu, it's real
Verse Four: Master Killer, Inspector Deck
Caught by
your spleen and chest
There's a darkside of Texas too, word to syndicate
No matter how intricate shit gets, the hit you get
Joe Crack, yeah man
a bundle, guaranteed nigga gonna mug you
And no one love you when you broke and shit, focus kid
Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die, Coke is in
Blow ya
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real
One more word out his mouth
I'll push Styles shit back
See, the nozzle on my trey
Pound is three inches long
And the kick on the
Four-fours is extremely
freak named aunt Winell
Macked on the baby like an ice-cold vet
Everythin' she had is what I get
Cause I'm Too $hort, baby, I don't play that shit
I
you came prepared
Straight Strong-Armin, nigga we don't play fair
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Fat Joe]
Be-X, T.S
Ya heard me?
Youngn' Rest
Uh, yo, yo
Gear up,
and the shit is real
Black people unite and put down your steel
Ladies make a forum on your sexual drive
Devote it to your lover and make it thrive
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
Catch
a real G
H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin
Early mornin' stoned pimpin
I been down, been around
From the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with
this biatch
(beats by the pound)
Y'all know what time it is (DPG)
What y'all thought? I wasn't gonna be on?
(get rowdy rowdy, rowdy rowdy, what?)
Here
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up,
One]
I feel blessed by Finesse and Lord Jamar, sess my interest
is invested in, testin men like lab specimens
My daily regiment of elemental babble
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need
to say right here
"Oh yeah go ahead baby"
I'm a real live show and you can watch me throw
I'm the M to the L and I'll let ya know
Alize is too sweet
funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit?
The mirror said "You are, you conceited bastard"
Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's
Because I can Jam like Teddy if you let me
A Goodfella but still rugged like Joe PESCI
My style is mad funka-to-the-delic with the irrelevant
shit
Larceny.
I did it all, I put 'da pieces to da puzzle.
Just as long, I knew me and my peoplez was gonna' bubble.
Came out da gate on some Flow-Joe shit.
Fat
conversation the way you come across your shit is off
Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real force
Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head
yeah go ahead baby)
I'm a real live show and
You can watch me throw
I'm the M to the L and I'll let ya know
Alize is too sweet and beer'll make ya fat
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
Catch
could touch that bitch
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock shit
Anything from my hoes when I ask, I get it
In the Cadillac I kick it,
Stop sleepin',ya'll,if you know what time it is
Because someone is talkin' yours as well as gettin' his
You can front and ignore,but one thing's for
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