got me, i got a thing for you (FAT JOE) a material girl in a material world, venus, serena, my cereal girls what you kno about havin dinner on a jet?
technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit This is a un-usual musical I conductin You lookin at the black
Ah, Johnny Jab, fifty % from Brooklyn fatbush, fifty % da Bolo Yeah, fanculo fiacchi MC's, Johnny Jab-Joe Cassano qua, now now Steppa qui dalla click
lord shit Hail Mary, fuck her, I never knew her I'd probably screw her, and dump her body in the sewer Our Father ? My pops stuck up dope spots Big black
Islord] Yo, be off the set, jet Cuz when we come through we drop bombs on y'all establishments Killarmy got this rap shit sewn like sweatshops Jet, be
shit stoppa be a smart shoppa Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay But who'd a know there's 2 mo' that wonder where the shooter go 'Bout to jet
me baby (x4) To my man Black Jus baby RIP Accesory to the crime is the prime dogg 3 When we get the money baby, spreadin' the cream To tell your brother Joe
averege joe like g.i. To my man lil and grant, when i see Em on his v.i. But I stay on the move thats what i whip the black range Four, big face benny
dangle it from my cock I don't feel shit So check me the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis Then
and clean! Back on the scene! - Crispy and (SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE!) [Royce Da 5'9" (Dres):] Slaughterhouse family - ridin' like a taxi And yeah! - I'm like Dres - I am like the "Black
and clean Back on the scene Crispy and Slaughterhouse! [Royce da 5'9:] Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black
he's caught in the game He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain Nothin's changed in a city flask Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants
shit Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song, bitch Thug war, jet-black cats kick in your
and swallow this [12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu] Niggaz know my steez, I jet to D.C. Chromed-down M3, nigga that play B.E.T. Joe Clair, why these faggot-
Projects, actual facts, slingin' some crack We'll come back, pure garbage, yo, you dumb, black? Blow his fuckin' head off Joe, call Napolean The only
Vietnam shit Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song, bitch Thug war, jet-black cats kick
look farther Down the road, to a road not taken I'm tired of all these same bitches, I need to take care a new flower, so Joe can take a shower and get wet, and then jet
Yeah, now in ninety-three Everybody knows the flav Fat Joe Da Gangsta, yeah You know my style Fat Joe, A.K.A. Da Fat Gangsta I'm no joke and I'm far