Can I get this? Now DJ Run, I run amuck and run to hit this ("Hit it, Run!") My name is Joe I need hoe Can I get a witness? (Hoe!) And when I come you
yells "butthole" and "cut it out!"*} [Run] Aiyyo chill out for a minute and let's just do this Cool out, cool out [Jay] Word up man, calm down with
them We already got a check we tryna get two of them [Fat Joe] Just blew trial, crack lots like is little Italy Your wife she a screamer yelling slow down Joe
you get out) {Joey Crack, Terror Squad, baby} Ooh girl you know what's up (Ladies, rub on your titties) [Fat Joe] Yo, who that cat that rap the Bronx crazy? Fat
be about us It should be about trust, babe What's luv? Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady
[DJ Clue] New shit, Nature (Yo, yo Nate, you gon do this for Queens,this one here for Queens yanawmean?) (Yo Nature gon rip this down, for Clueminatti
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls) Song: No Mercy [Fat Joe] Yeah, real muthafuckin
ha Got the e double, right there [e double] Jmj combined with grand.. royal.. Nineteen ninety-three, ninety-four Word em up [joe sinistr] Here we go, joe
bowties. [fat joe] suprised [ja rule] why [both] ooooo weeee [ja rule] loki [fat joe] coca [ja rule] the game is [fat joe] ova [ja rule] niggas get ya swagger [fat joe
JUST KNO IF U GO AND TRICK IMA TREAT U LIKE A HO AND LET THIS CUM MAKE U LEAN BACK LIKE REMY AND FAT JOE DO THE SHANNON PARK DROP DOWN UP ON MY D***
used to You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus One half science, and another half soul Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat
stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my stomach settle down
Southside representin tha Three Im comin down playa made, yeah ya know Im real Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill Im rollin wood grain, down
Made for the Benzi, drive a nigga skins he Pump the tape, grab your dick, get with the Puba frenzy C'mon honey sing, don't you, try to eject Slow down
Payin' attention, not tryin' to get knocked and catch a fat sentence Not to mention these kids is mafioso with lots of dough so They got poco lock with the down
I drive up and down Harlem blocks, iced out watch Knots in my socks, cops think I'm selling rocks Pulling me over too see if I'm drunk But I'm sober they
I drive up and down Harlem blocks, iced out watch Knots in my socks, cops think I'm sellin' rocks Pullin' me over too see if I'm drunk But I'm sober,
ones down to ride with me Where my killas at? Shootin' up right back And all you bitch muthafuckas you can get the nutsack Things change in the hood fast, can't think slow