kept They won't be around next year Yo, I'm frustrated you know what I mean? Use to work at McDonalds just got fired If I get in I'm sprayin' everybody
up nice And she give me brains just the way I like One's real ghetto, don't give a reason She knows I'm not her man, she don't riff 'bout cheatin' Joey
Like your next door neighbor that live on your floor The game over, man everybody wanna snitch Fat cat and Alpo nigga started this shit I ain't your
Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. sorry to bother you today. my name is Joe. and, um, I'm not on crack, I don't do drugs, I'm just trying to get Something
a big better Dick gotta a bitch in Miami, a dick-sweater Like Delores from A.T.L, 'The Freak of the Week' She did me, Slim, Joe and Tiki I don't care
sing I am one with myself as I turn to The I prefer the dreams to the reality I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife Don't need no crazy lifestyle
Fat Joe] Power from the street lights made the place dark But yo they didn't care, they turned it out.. Uhh, you know what this is, +South Bronx+!! Fat
Fat Joe I could care less if a cat gotta lay on his back, yo So, I don't owe y'all niggaz And y'all might be aright but I don't know y'all niggaz I
t be long before Ice comes home Nate Karasha, Bin, Buck G's, Bashir, don't give a fuck Little Joe, kickin' like Chuck Norris Most of all I can't forget
keep their eyes on more than cbs I make the funk doobie turn to a process I mob just any nigga, I don't care who he I still get doughs, takin off bitches
crack Trust me, nigga can respond ten thousand times I ain't talkin' back to that nigga one thing I will real promise you I won't get you I'm a get your
human beat is struck I know when it really sounds trunk I'm never ever buck I don't give a fuck if you think that I'm a sucker Parties that I've made
Don't stop, watch the Pun get wicked When I stick it, even Luke be like, 'Don't stop, get it, get it' I don't wanna be a playa no more I'm not a playa
know I slurp my drink I'm clipped inside - kids aight [Verse: Joe Budden] Yes yes y'all who ain't believe me? Don't be fooled it ain't this easy All
, I'm a fiend for spraypaint Laugh if you wanna, I really care if you ain't Cause you don't me see, and I don't know you But I do know Cope2, he be gettin
keys (Play that motor scooter) Say what? (Don't be a fool) I don't know, I think we need a little self check (Saxophone, saxophone) Ah, what your background? (Damn!) That ain't
keys (play that motor scooter) Say what? (don't be a fool) I don't know, I think we need a little self check (saxophone, saxophone) Ah, what your background? (damn!) That ain't