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So you bust a straight shot
"Fuck the fuck do they got?"
Watch your mouth, what that kid say?
Sucka lied, no doubt, hit by the ricochet
Kids today,
On god got respect for my rasta man
Oh ja big fat chocolate bar that's on the law
The devil is a lie, and I don't fuck with the law
The law, gotta keep it
in love
But it’s time to fall in line
And Joe Biden, Joe Biden
Joe Biden’s gonna do just fine
The Russians don’t want you voting
In person or by mail
love to eat, plus bust the heat
We touch the streets with the same principles
Every day, gotta get this cash, know it makes sense to you
Joe Crack,
the close shave of a low fuckin' fade
Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with J-O-E
With Nickel we gon' make more cheese
Heavy hitter, call me Joell David
punchin body blows and uppercuts
[Fat Joe]
The South Bronx is the wrong place to visit
I don't know an MC who has enough balls to diss it
grown, and I got dreams of my own
My whole team on the throne, living like kings out of Rome...It's on!
[Forte' - Chorus 2x]
[Fat Joe - Verse 3]
me
See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet
Chill Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit
Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit
I call that
the fuck you think I do it for?
Bitch don't act like you don't know, I'm killin' all these rap niggas
Custom made caskets for yo' motherfuckin' funeral
wasn't the one
Yes I'm known to get nuff respect
and if you face Fat Joe, well then you face your death
Now in ninety-three, it's time to take a stand
"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E.
Sermon
"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe
And ya
coast to coastin'
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion? Oh my Lord
Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey, hey, hey, like Fat
coast to coastin'
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion? Oh my Lord
Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey, hey, hey, like Fat
to him.
LEFT HEAD: What do you mean?
MIDDLE HEAD: You snore.
LEFT HEAD: Oh I don't -- anyway, you've got bad breath.
MIDDLE HEAD: Well its only because
feast, dear Lord I thank you for this beef
Deer meat let's feast, oh Lord thank you for this beef
Now it don't stop 'til the fat girls sings
When it's
the fuck up
I never had writer's block and Joey's never been in a production slump
(Jump, jump) it's totally worth it now
(Jump, jump) don't listen when
Swear you Tyler Perry
Your girl calling me Byron
My pockets fat, 'bout to put it on a diet
Ohh My pockets fat
'bout to put it on a diet
I'm on like
Come on baby
We gotta do another podcast together
The streets need this (Triple F's)
I'm flipping a fuckin' fast flow
For Ari & Joe my flow is freezing
Uh-uh Saya, Saya
What is it Khalid, what is it?
The origin'al king of New York has returned
The King of New York, the Don Cartagena
Joe Crack,
lines between egos and insecurities
You ain't less of a man if you don't squeeze
You not necessarily a man if you do
Chalk it up to human nature
'cause
said my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
Come on
Yo yo yo yo its
boy, what do you meme
I started winning more without my team
But got 'em all watches
I guess they all clean
You wanna do it now that Joe did it
Cause
"Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I got to plow"
And mama said, "It was
dough out my ass
It's like, how much fight I got left in me?
Niggas won't be happy till they bring the fuckin' death of me
But you never see Joe look
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