Lyrics:
nigga givin' tips
She's a bitch
When you say my name
Talk mo' junk but won't look my way
She's a bitch
See I got more cheese
So back on up while I
nigga givin' tips
She's a bitch
When you say my name
Talk mo' junk but won't look my way
She's a bitch
See I got more cheese
So back on up while I
In Salt lake city, Joe says I, in standing by my bed
"They framed you on a murder charge"
Says Joe "but I ain't dead"
Says Joe "but I ain't dead"
autotheft
Got with a lil crew & now he not doing it by himself
One day timothy broke in a truck, quarter million bucks
What the fuck, crazy luck, now he think
the gun and I shot her
I shot her, shoot her one more time for me
Hey Joe, where you gonna, where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna run to, Joe, where you
line,
I tap her briefly on the shoulder, but her chip was worse than mine
She told me, “look i get the jist, you come up, tell me that i'm fine”
at the time
We would memorize every single bar of his rhymes
Summertime, kids is playin' in the park
I might just ride by, let 'em sprinkle the truck
to the Cho I done ran through more hoes
Than lil Stanley Zero Tiger Woods and Jack Nichols (Go)
Shoot my lil shot I ain't missing that missile
Walk in your
for the night
I’m in town for the day
I say it’s only right, she was a fan so
She left her man right where he stand
Yo had mad plans for joe i demanded
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
Fat Joe
And that bitch, Remy Martin
We thuggin'
You know the rest
Got the tank top on that show the vest
I know some chickens that be
I remember all
All the fights we had
You'd slap my forehead
Say look at that
Say it was a roach
I'd hit you back
You stayed with us
By mawmaw Pat
to get the dough!
Boom bip BAM here I am
Even fans in Japan be tellin me I'm the man
Fat Joe a.k.a. the woman fucker
Beat you down
(Mason)
Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause
Johnny's by my side
When it's time to do it you're no show
You're no show
And when it's time to prove it you're no more
You're no more
I have begged enough
I'm telling you.
Come with me baby this will be the best decision of your night, bring your ladies if that makes you feel more comfortable, house party
Postman looks and see
If there's a letter a letter for me
I've been standing here waiting Mr. Postman so patiently
For just a card or just a letter
Saying
days...
Apparently he was my very best friend
We spent warm summer days wishing they would never end
But I only know from photographs I look at every now
Joe was done
Some just figured Joe was gone
Steps to the platter with a great big grin
Joe DiMaggio's done it again
I'm gonna tell you just the way I
smart
Play for keeps
And the art
Play yo part
(MOMMA)
Momma said whatever you do
Don't play with her heart
But
Look you learn by living
Me with these
where them no go mention me
By the time I’m done, man of the century
But I just begun you ain’t
Seen the best of me
I’m a business, damn, you can invest
(YO), uh, (oh God), haha
Haha (feedin you, feedin you)
Yo (feedin you, feedin you)
(Fat Joe)
Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist
That means I own two
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
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