Lyrics:
the fashion on her
Badder than a mother fuck
Ain't too many passin' on her
Only right I pick her up
They way she got a wagon on her
When I'm on that road
said, Not as long as the President's name is Joe Biden
I walked back home got a text message from my cousin
He said I can sell you eggs for only $50 bucks
And if you judge him by his cover
Cause you blinded
By Your covers
Then I guess he's just and average joe
That you'll never never know
Mix check
One two
a revelation and he came back clean
Got a second chance to fulfill his dream
Now Joey is a Reverend and he live redeemed
High and mighty, highty mighty Joe
happen, (Yeah) and I don't need Kathy or Joe to make some Jackson's. All I need is mr. Grant and his friend Ben. See all these Dead Presidents names end in
your coffin time when you're finished
Hip-hopera, got you non-stop, so call the doctor
Operate on the beat and then break him off proper
He's
featuring Armaggedon Big Punisher Keith Nut
[Fat Joe]
Yeah!!
Straight out the heroin infested streets of the Bronx
Home
system got me dancin' (Dancin')
Drug through the mud and I ain't spazzin' (Spazzin')
Teezy The Village Michael Jackson (Michael Jackson)
Fake niggas around
legs in the air
She want her hair pulled spank her derriere
We interrupted by a phone call
By Joe the player
That boy tell me he got big bricks for sale
work
I turn around and beat up a beat like I'm writin' Ike's verse
Toe taggin' this mothafucka, I don't think Joe Jackson
And Buster Douglas could
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
Fresh out of school cause I was a high school grad
Gots to get a job 'cause I was a high school dad
Wish I got paid like I was rappin'
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was shame
Joe’s 1 part demented
1 part corrupt
2 parts doesn’t
Give a f…!
C’mon man!
Hiding away,
Behind barbed wire,
It’s way past time,
Joe got
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
[Fat Joe]
That's the last straw
Pun I ain't got a glass jaw
Better run when you see me coming through the back door
Cracks wrong, I give it all for
some?
Baby Joe yeah that’s my family
He gon face some
(VL Deck)
Army guns for niggas that think they want it
Beefin’ with the precinct
The opposition
bluffin/
But she sweet as a muffin/
Told her u got to much goin on for me to be cuffin
Thinkin bout da times when I ain’t barely have a dime, but I still
C.I.'s
Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, why'all niggas need
"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
And Mama said it was
bang nigga
Yeah, nigga
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day
chest, yo
I been carrying weight like a gym rack
And I don't mean shit you get rid of
By picking up bottles or packets of SlimFast
Like a Jackson classic,
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