Vietnam shit Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song, bitch Thug war, jet-black cats kick
look farther Down the road, to a road not taken I'm tired of all these same bitches, I need to take care a new flower, so Joe can take a shower and get wet, and then jet
Yeah, now in ninety-three Everybody knows the flav Fat Joe Da Gangsta, yeah You know my style Fat Joe, A.K.A. Da Fat Gangsta I'm no joke and I'm far
freaks She love to eat plus bust the heat We touch the streets wit' the same principles Everyday gotta get this cash Know it makes sense to you Joe
rewarding so we won't be missin' 'em Keep on playin' song, LP playin' long Jay, D and Joe, keep the radio stayin' on I always say to Joe, turn on the
dollar treasure, I'd give the world to make you mine I'll put a string of pearls right in your hand Make love on a beach of jet black sand Outside in
's caught in the game He felt the pain of a slug to the back of the brain Nothin's changed in a city flask Where niggas lurk in black shirts pants and
AND CLEAN BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND SLAUGHTERHOUSE! [Royce da 5'9] Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black
along, I brought along I brought along, Lawnge I do a not a trio move your bootie cause I say so Be outlasting or not busting Black Sheep not your average Joe
t havin' it Fightin' for my life, the reapers grabbin' it Just enough strength to pull the trigga once more I hit his cabbage and he dropped like the value jet
[MC Confusing] Other rappers are comprehensible - not me! First on the mic - MC Confusing! I took a piss on my nutsack and called it Jack Black It's a
your throat with the premise Middle of New York with a sack full of action Cash with the school kids toke crack with magnums Def Jukie, jet black, black lungs, black
on a plane Get to work all week and spend what he earns On the high street He's got doctors, nurses, fireman, churches Kindergarten, wedding bells and jet black
haters--all my haters! Tony Yayo: (Unh, yeah) F*ck state greens--I'm tryna (tryin' to) kick b*tch Quarter key, I ball a key--Blake Grif. Jet ski, black
that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3 Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin' jet skis From
of Gordon Cult class when I play with the organ Now I'm a free, black man like Morgan Knock your head out the park as if I'm Joe Black Walkin through
, he helped me cop my first GSX-R Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3 Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis From Gerald Wallace
