Lyrics:
settling to be another average joe
F it imma be a God
Its the last to fold
Whether rewinding or fast forwardin
I never pause I never stop never settling
'm bringing that back
See the whole team knows that I'm king of the pack
Swallow your pride, stop chatting bare crap
Yo
Lean back like fat joe
Always on my
Fat fat milkies, fat fat titties
Fat fat pusspuss, fat fat kitties
Fat cock, upload that shit on your laptop
Get stopped by a cop, bop bop (dead)
Not
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
the clique, I said
Not By The Hair On My Dummy Fat Dick
And if that tummy have a kick, imma abort that shit
Support no kid, .44 to your forehead if
You talking
up out of Dodge
[Danze]
I'ma make a right here
[Lil' Fame]
Yeah, drop us off by the garage
We gotta get away, some way, some how
The cop's on our
back like Remy 'n Joe's song
And Jin came in cocky, but look at his face now
I got him breathin' heavy like when Eminem was fuckin' in 8 Mile
I love
Ahh! I kicks it off, n**** what rhyme wit no f***in problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some
equal status for power, so just like college
you're so caught up in letter grades, you skip the 'F'ing knowledge
(I didn't get this line -- I know I
to cry
Wild like a long f***in' ranger
N****z from the South keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows, when your enemy is quittin'
That's why n****z
dissed
Before somebody says, "Don't f*** with Kris!"
This is just one style, out of many
Like a piggy bank, this is one penny
My brother's name is
birth to my first rhyme, got stopped by the cops wit their gun up
Thought I knew it all, didn't know shit
Drinkin' liquor, smokin' weed to the roach clip
other than acting is the hardest industry
To be the best and stand out with a clear USP
For me I try to do this by keeping my writing versatile
That's why
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, f*** all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, a** licked
Leave your number by the phone,
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
Ahh! I kicks it off, n**** what rhyme wit no f***in problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some
. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
It's that Rick Owen boot, they be knee-high, man
Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle
Man, she
hoe or Fat Joe prick
You know I roll with them guards
We take niggas off the streets
And give 'em jobs
And most rappers play hard
Until they take
I ain't got no friends
(take money) Yeah, I'ma do this track
West side!!
(take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Hahahaha, hey fat boy...
out Kodak, shout out Wayne
Let's fucking go Brandon, Joe you're pathetic
I turn on my TV and this is what I see
Hunter is sniffing the coke and he right
'm lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it's fat
Dressing like I got
suckin' on my balls, this bitch gon' eat niggas
This a crazy ass gun, it got three triggers
We just killed a fat nigga, need three diggers
When I'm high,
oussam
Rapéti jiti pas mal dakshi 3endk lite YAH
Jit khshito anal derti geltili Nice YAH
Boss Super nova ghanbalk ki fat joe
7akmhom mashi besodfa juba
Biblioteca Windows player
Burning all CD's roll down the window player
Man I feel like Daddy Yankee with La Gasolina
Man I feel like Fat Joe
He dropped that
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