[Pusha T - Chorus] Doing my thing, pocket full of green hand on my d-ck in my thousand dollar jeans your girl a Queen, my girl a thing you know what though
feel shit not about the steal clips who says crime never pays crime kings bling with rings round my ways what they know about all night party's blazin green
fell from the vine Your mama told me that I'd better be mellow She said, "You're just a baby, maybe too green" I told her, "Jimmy, Freddie, Teddy and big Joe
tripping I'm taking trips, your eyes don't lie, take a glimpse Into my life, you see me blazing clips, with the green to make it rich With a team that
"It's killin' me" Please be clear. This is an invasion Green Lantern in the lab The invasion. The Bar Exam 2 "Green Lantern" [Kid Vishis] Last of the
watchin TV, playin NBA Jam Im comin through bangin screw in my hoo-doo Im lettin that nigga Joe on the mic I thought you niggas knew (Haircut Joe) [23
in the back, one half on both sides of the church Look at Keisha in the tight ass skirt Mom Duke in the front row, Grandma Pearl sittin right next our row Beside Uncle Joe
so furiously dangerous [Verse 1: Ludacris] Death by lyrical injection I kill you rappers A lot of green with a yellow complexion Women call me the Green
[Verse 1: Ludacris] Death by lyrical injection I kill you rappers A lot of green with a yellow complexion Women call me the Green Bay packer I pack the
my partner just bought a replica Now Asians saying they don't keep no cash in they register We run from red and blue lights to get the green But whoever
Yeah! Check it out, check-a-check-a, check it out Would you believe that Fat Joe would flip a style like this? I can't get played, cause I roll with Baby
grey nikes, that flow Joe, u gotta flow Joe, u gotta flow Joe, u gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know Joe, u gotta flow Joe, u gotta flow Joe, u gotta
nine millimeter go BANG! [sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore] Does anybody know... Joe... [Fat Joe] This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook Sing to 'em niggaz ["Joe
Ollie ollie, oxen free Like one, two, three Red light, green light, one, two, three Yo, I pop six boxes, play some scalezes, uh Pitch the ball, I'ma
were seen Yeah, I'm nice an' I don't care if you know 'Cause all you really need to understand is How hard I'm rulin' with Joe An' the streets is no
stay being the realest Admired by politicians, street thugs an' killers I keep feedin' the street but the street feed back Is that police tryna see Joe back in green
downs Is now the best of ? Atanovich? Yukon Jeeps creepin' through the streets Catching the eye of every big booty cheek freak Daten rims so shiny you can see your reflection Green