Lyrics:
the lambs
To my man Jazzy Jay, silence the lambs
To my partner Diamond D, silence the lambs
To my man Fat Joe, silence the lambs
[A.G.]
Now who's stepping
Go JT
I got twenty-one guns like I'm Billie Joe
(Like I'm Billie Joe)
Walkin' steady by myself
down a lonely road (Down a lonely road)
I got
maintain that's with my own career
Joe gettin gold dough or somethin wrong in here
'Cause everybody knows I got the skills to pay the bills
Plus I got
I know it's hard to reach me
Impossible to find me
I did it by myself
So I'ma need remindin
Who the fuck are you ?
You were not beside me
When I was
to flip
Ain't no deductions here please
Cahh-peeshh 3x
Add it up, cash me out
In Jackson's, grant's, & franklin's G
Please
U know I'm coming
For my profit B
Transcribed by Robin Hood
These lyrics were transcribed from the specific recording mentioned above
and do not necessarily correspond with lyrics from other
I wish I could sit here forever and watch the world go by
I wish I was god, the all-seeing eye
Often, I stand by my window, and just like a fly
really out here! (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)
Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
Fuck the same hoes again,
Off a perc a nigga slept in it but ima spark me a joe in the morning damn the sun hittin
[ Verse 2 ]
Now let me tell you something , come here sit
seen his soul cry
Joe tired of being broke and busted these Milwaukee streets
So disgusted Joe still jump off the porch on brown street
Now he running
to him.)
PILATE
I will not have my fwends widiculed by the common soldiewy.
(He walks slowly towards the other GUARDS.)
PILATE
Now ... anyone else feel
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
can't
But you can suck on these nuts like all these tramps
That we're stuck up, back when I was
Nothin' but a kid, now they wanna sit on my dick
And what
Niggas is not Team Havin'
If you don't got no money you should not be rappin'
The way I'm havin' you would think that i was trappin'
This soap by
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
she wouldn't give it away
See
Honey was offended by the pick up line
Honey was offended by the pick up line
When Joe the superhoe said, "Baby
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
At 2 o' clock in Hollywood
Which means I gotta leave here by 1
I should call an Uber at 12: 50
And then after that I gotta meet Bear at
Joe's Falafel
There once was a man not long ago
He went by the name of dirty joe
It's said he rode the wheels all through the night
(All through the night)
Come on! Come on! Uh!
That's right, Nonpoint, Darwin's, Grimm in the house, lemme hear that shit
Na'mean? Uh! Bout to slay those fuckin tracks
Here
Like is Ed. Edd. And eddy.
And we roll by.
Getting in to shit and we blasting.
Baby get 5 on it.
Like the new joe Jackson.
So what's
(Skit, Skyez on the track, woah)
Yeah-Nah (Yeah)
You know wassup, man
Aye, man, yeah
Village Michael Jackson shit (Yeah)
(Grrt, bow)
Yeah, slime
no oh Joe
He did it he's back in the back o' that black Maybach trippin'
Now blow that mother fuckin' kush up in the sky
La la la la la la la
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