Lyrics:
Shit, nigga straight trippin' man
Boy Trizzoy ran out of bud
I tell Joe goin' back to the islands
Nigga need a hit man
I ain't had a hit in about
GOT THEIR GUTS THEY BROUGHT THEIR GUNS
THEY TOOK c CHcNCE IN THE SETTING SUN
cND TWO MEN WERE KILLED BY THE DOOR
GINc JcNE BOBBY JOE GINc JcNE BOBBY
the chains that hold
He hit the brakes and let it all unload
As he ran for his life that night in our town
Some say that Joe was just a man
Who tried to make
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
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'
different from the average Joe's
So I confront them with the biggest chain
but it doesn't rate albums, I believe it is the brain
So I'll remain free while you
Mesmorized by his style, could tell he was wild
but he had a touch of class and a million buck smile
Got a thing for a thug and he fit the profile
Thug
life away, that's a big price to pay
He could've been teachin' his kid how to ride his bike today, stupid
A new rapper by the name of Big Punisher
give it to 'em raw, regaurdless of what squad
I'ma hit 'em hard if they get envolved, break them niggaz off
Let 'em know I'm rollin' with god, roll with
Looking for that moment
When that first album
Makes that personal record sale
Well
Look here's a mirror
Yeah
Reflection of me shows clearer
It does
Cuz
I made an album without you and it felt kind of, weird
I need my buddy back
Let's hit them with the music you got in the vault
I promise you it's
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
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
I hit her on the low
I run this shit like Joe
I'm deep up in my bag
With these lyrics and the flow
Yea I hit her one time
I don't see the crime
I'm
bling here
Been having a Benz, been having Vettes, been having a Rover
Gotta house by the lake, look here ask Joe Claire, see I told ya
Been having
got shit to sell
Gotta album on the way, October 19th the day it hits stores
Guess where you could find me
Prolly chillin' at the club watchin' BET
Wit
have a party?)
Verse 3
Ya!!!
Kau tertarik dengan liriks
Buat lu terbalik
Mr. Malique,
Joe Flizzow dan T-Bone
Spit it menarik
Kita hit it terbaik
Bisa
Cuz I had to
Dey be like joe why u flexing
I got these vvs in my chain I'm resting
Cuz I had to
Got dem hittas round the corner they'll leave yo
be highly probable
I got my shit in order now
Chronological
Got HIITs like Joe Wicks
Feel unstoppable
You're no more than biological
But to see your
Let me tell you all a story bout the hectic night
Despite the horror story, it's an epic sight
Guts over glory, Joe survived the night
Colt forty
stab a man, it's just a song
"Then can't we all get along?" We can't, bitch
I stay high, off of the bombest cannabis
"Can I get a hit?" Nah-nah, you
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
in her hair
She didn't have an eye for Joe
But the poor man didn't know
He believed in his affair Appears on:
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