If I could be you, if you could be me For just one hour, if we could find a way To get inside each other's mind If you could see you through my eyes
Ya keep on losing your mind I'm afraid I can't say the same Complicated reasons are why. I'm not the one who is left to blame. Your constant crap
plus baby got back Gotta pay me to rap, the Larry Davis of rap In fact, my value now is past a mill' Wanna sign me for half-a-mill I'll give you half
[INTRO: Fat Joe] Yeah, yeah Gettin dirty, y'all A.G. Party Arty D Flow Joe the don Terror Squad Yeah What's fuckin with that? [VERSE 1: A.G.] I hit
effet! Hein, le monde moderne dissout les vraies valeurs Say hein, la il ya de quoi avoir le coeur en Mille-mille morceaux, Car les villes-villes aussi Joe
Black smoke rolling from my old Rambler I pulled into Joe?s Auto Supply Desperate for some kind of answer Ol? Joe, he?s a friend of mine I said, Hey Joe
Talking ( B.G.) Wuz happenin' man? Look, this for my motherfuckin real niggaz Ya heard me? Baby, Slim, Fresh, Turk, Wayne, Juvi, Joe Cassi, K.C.,
Pack of No-Doz Rolos and Skoal Old Milwaukee Jolt black coffee Sugar Daddy Rand McNally A pack of jacks those orange Tic-Tacs Glen Miller tracks roll
killed, and I prolly never will But I'll send niggaz to your crib, and tell 'em send me the bill My bank account well over a mill, and it feel real good
equipped, with this game cause we ain't having that I'm about them paper stacks, a hundred thousand yeah they got us a mill The next year around this
Black, Black, Black Comme la nuit, Black Comme mon taf, Black Comme Joe Black Comme mes baffes, Black Comme Zo, braques Tes yeux sur mon crew, Un tas
let me make ya places, Dane to Danes I made it rain now in the strip club the bengies turn to paper planes, I'm killa you Andre miller got a basic game
eu mille coups de c?ur, mille coups de chance, J'ai eu mille coups de pleurs, mille coups d'amour, J'ai fait mille erreurs, j'ai eu mille absences,
lose! Yesterday he wasn't even top 10 on YouTube! YAHHH Trick, just admit it your all front in draws Hamilton, Joe Alteeze, even Joe Buddens All of them
T.I.P., the king of the South Boys know I'm Paid In Full, so they clocking my dollas Me, Poppy, Joe and Fox all riding Impalas I'm breaking bread with
e la gente grida "Sound boy!" alza il volume, spingetevi all'ombelico, STOP! Nessuno strusci finche non lo dico! Ora si parte, Jake e Don Joe, Club Dogo
it goin on, you know it all, but God save your ass for clashin with the Soul Assassin That's like Mike fuckin with Poppa Joe Jackson Ass-whoop all over
