Lyrics:
crowd
Dis that shit that make ya bitch wanna drop
To da flo like da party wont stop
Take her to my pad put it on lock
If she a trap ima let that bitch rot
niggas the game you need some tutulage
I walk in the building these bitches get all exuberant
Guru get her wetter than water don’t need no lubricant
Imma
trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me
'Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like
the fifth dog
Fuck you thought motherfuck fame
For the fact the shit is a fat game going
Remain number one in the land
Flesh strangle the gang
Bang bang
DJ Kay Slay a.k.a. Slap ya favorite DJ
The black Fat Joe of the motherfuckin game
Terror Squad motherfuckers, y'all know what it is
I'll buck, ooh, ooh
She said that she love me
Only want me cuz of money
If i was broke would u dub me
Bitch you is bummy
Can't put a kid in ya tummy
Bitch get my glock
while I'm lookin' in her eyes
I know y'all be tellin' lies, lyin' on ya dick ain't real
Nigga say he fucked my bitch and he couldn't wait to steal
But
ya'll, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle ya'll, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle ya'll, we gotta hustle
Lookin' to advance in this world that's
'em out the box
Check it
Knock you out the box with my tambourines
The highest roller with the step
Cause my greens too mean
Like Joe, I'm fat
up
There's only one legend alive
The rest you gotta dig up
You acting like it's hard roast ya
I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on your
What's down wit cha, mama, I'm just hollering what it do
Go put yo clothes on 'cause ya comin' wit my crew
Oh, you a big girl, I just love when them
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, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
like a cadence
We going all the way up, Fat joe
You be talking out ya ass cause ya trap slow
Ay stand up on yo feet, show a backbone
But talking out ya
thugs in the system
That put slugs in victims, Mr. M-e to F, bomb threat
As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest
When they play this in
the meat, she gotta go (yeah)
We eat the beef like a fat ho (uh-huh)
Choppa make 'em lean back like Fat Joe (lean back)
Get you wacked, nigga, that's what
Fucking around in a crap game
Niggas think I'm soft cause now I'm in the rap game
And I don't hang out as much
Bang out dope cuts
Standing
a thing
Island Osk will never need you he stay focused to the game (In my zone)
I do not need you, and I refuse to be around the lames (I do not need ya)
I
up?
If you da real Tyson, put ya hand up
I can't find you, exhausted my GPS
Throw me a sign in the sky
Is you chillin wit Black Jesus?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
from neiman marcus
Member i was just broke den i ran it up
I ain’t fuckin less shawty got bubble butt
Put tha game in a daze w a uppercut
Seen dem
bruh
aye shawty what u drinkin' on
Hit me in the cob ya put it on my tab potron & newvo
ya put it on my tab aces spade or da rosea ya put it on my tab
ak-filled
Get your mouth blown off like
The hand that feeds you
Yeah little motherfucker put the
Hammer in diesel
G-Unit Game Over this is only a preview
ya bitch right from da back back
And I got gas in the backpack
If they ain’t gang don’t pass dat
If they want smoke ima match dat
Shawty ass fat ima
the rap game bitch
And gives a fuck when other rappers talk shit
I know you motherfuckers, heard me rap
So hard, I put your momma in my dirty rap
No
get boomed ina spot
Upping dem rakes yous a fool ona clock
Have da Zoe take ya head
Now there's room in da box
Couple slimes on bacc sudden move it's
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