(Featuring Fat Joe/Joe Budden/Joe) [Intro: Joe Budden (Fat Joe)] Okay Slay, you called in the right niggaz man Yeah, JUMP OFF! (Yeah uhh, KaySlizzy)
Joe B Christina We're gonna take ya to the 80's I'ma hold you down though Look, you tired of the same old Chit-chat, lame sto's Mami's frame loc' make
's me know you're not the average lady so baby i wanna tell you that i love you so and that i'm different than the average joe 'cause girl you touch
Clap ladies for yackin' you gon' catch shady Call it a mass shower, the way them hollow's drizzle Mr. Potato Head, you know them things can't miss you The Average Joe, with an average
way Down-down-down-down-down-down You know it sure hurts to know that you're that kinda fella Let's hear one for newspaper joe (newspaper joe) He caught
off of cognac Laughin' at life and how my goal be makin' the hoes react Ridin' in cars, out to get me eight full of shinin' stars Overwhelmin', any average
to say Is "I quit, I'm through with you" Pack up your raps and join the Dangerous Crew We got mo' beats than the average joe And a 24-track studio
with an uppercut, there goes his bladder My rhymes are fatter cause I said so I'm gonna recollect a neck, mic wreck check a hoe I'm making more dough than the average Joe
of, sniff powder, wit all yo hoes off my door, got em froze like pocino, ya spendin all yo doe, on the average ass, stanky ass, run a gank ass,
sworn Does this mean I have to take such shit for bein' fair skinned, no? I ain't a part of no conspiracy, I'm just you're average Joe Don't call me
in the world wanna problem with that? You know I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? [Lil Jon] Let's Go! [Chorus: Fat Joe
was a murder last night and the shit didn't really sit right with me So I had to tell a story Ohhhhhhhhh baby! Blood on the walls, {?} [Joe Budden] America
like Lil' Cease Nigga please, blood floods yo' Dungarees And that's just the half on my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater than the average
're gettin' outside yourself Well, I scrapes the neighborhoods lookin' for odd jobs It's hard livin' like God in a world full of Bobs John Doe's and Jacks, Joe
with the boogie down Bronkster (Yeah) You don't want no drama with the blond bomber Original don dotta of the blond bottle The model from white America (Hey) Then Joe
City that's rotten Niggas on the block still screamin' and plottin' Wonderin' if my squad gon' stop bubblin' But we not 'cuz we all still shinin' You average
You gotta flow Joe, all these niggaz know the time When I come through, I shine with these genuine rhymes Let 'em know Joe, what you mean they don't know
[fat joe] Terror squad. ungh. now why you wanna go and fuck with them? platinum Status, motherfuckers. eat a dick! Now who's the underated pro, they