Lyrics:
’m terrified by how I love him so
It made sense
more than I can say
to see him everyday
taking pictures for the wall
Joe is good
Joe’s too kind
I never
of hoe, I just bend around (Let's go)
I collect the dough, get it by the pound (Yeah)
You look like a joke, I call you a clown (Let's go)
Ok, I just got
off
By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
I guess I was born with
The curse of foresight
I knew Joe was only gonna represent the war side
That said, I just came to fight
You can keep the 'Or
appeared to me
Told me if you want love, you gotta give
Let me tell you now, it's been a long hard summer
And I feel every bit, every bit more dumber
back when I get a bag
Joey gonna lead, they can see it in me
Only for a second I ain't see them believing in me
Walk by faith but if they talking
keeping this tame
Bois running licks I ain't mentioning names
Run with a glizzy man looks mans looks dizzy stumbling round tryna find his piece
Come with
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
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
"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
repentance
Look at my body
Now I'm all bloody
Cause somebody wanted vengeance
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
I don't know
Did I die by the hand
Did
at Joe all shaken and scared
While I got the 44 to the middle of his head
I'm telling him homes look at yourself
You balled up in the corner
You done shit
Block look like a drive-thru
They know what's up
A1 bundles for the low, they know it's us
I walked in this motherfucker loaded up
42 on my wrist, this
Off
Ruff it off, ruff ruff it off, ruff it off, ruff ruff it off
Ruff it off, ruff ruff it off, what more can I say, ruff it off
My Back Yard looks like
Nigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay
Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house, like I'm Joe, okay
Hellcat, made his homeboys and them types sell they
I'm no beau, I'm almost Billie Joe
(By the flowers in the muddy waters)
I mean at this row, I'm almost Billie Joe
(It's almost regal the way I go,
a piano we play the whites more than we play the blacks
Enough of that today I came to entertain with bars
Safe to say I went bananas and my shit still
One of the arguments we hear
Coming from the new type of atheist
"When I was a child
I believed in Santa Claus
When I was a child
I believed in
"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"
'N' Mama said it was
I'm gonna let these slide
We're the best
Look at what we drive got picnic tables on my lap getting high
In the back of that maybac and it cost five
stand
(I'm a man) Am I by
(I'm a man) I'm your slave
(I'm a man) I'm a little girl when we make love together
Hey, hey, hey
Jude, don't make it bad
Take
myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
(Going... going... gone)
Look, look, look...
See, I
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