the blob Droppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to cape cod Fuck a job, my organization runs like the mob The original joe pex flex, redman
yi Aiy yi yi, oh Aiy yi yi, oh Whoa, mmm mmm mmm Buju and Beres, Joey Crack the don Now everything irie man a cool man a easy Joe's a beast in the sheets
flow sista Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista [Mya] He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge Struttin' her stuff on the street She said, "Hello, hey Joe
sir just call me Joe Don't call me lady Just call me Joe Don't call me mister Oh, just call me Joe Don't call me sweetheart Just call me Joe You wear
all he seen is a shottie next he seen jesus pick up the putisis im the shit mattafact in shiesest dont make me show u wut a beast is nigga get on ya
a tight trap And then I said it out Betcha bottom dollar On the best, 'cause I'm back I'm the true, the certified Scientific head Fat Joe is cook coke
Big blues in the city, trailin' the main stroll (a kitty) Cup o' joe, get witty. At Deuce's Cafe, it's the mostest hideaway Mez muggles "Flip Zooty
for the things he seen To believe is different than the daily bear witness The spots filled up with the cocaine business Bullets trigger be pulled by the beast
my mind Is who gon? run this town tonight Heeeeeeeeey heeeeeeay Heeeeeeeeey heeeeeeay Who gon? run this town tonight? Kanye West It?s crazy how you can go from being Joe
Yeahhh... I got the 24 inches sittin on them Joe buttons, And the trunks straight jumpin, BITCH! I can't hear nuthin' Though I might do Spurs sittin'
Realize You Can Fuck With Me And You Never Will Bitch Ass Niggas, Weezy F. Baby Believe Dat, Haha, Yeah I Got Them 24 Inches Sittin On The Joe Buddens
hop out of unmarked V's and squeeze 'till we on our knees, we po' on ice Put us in the freeze on the streets of bloody beasts, hoodies and fiends I
) Soon became fasinated bitches cars and kicks And look at how fast they made it My younger brother gave less than a fuck he was content With g.i. joe
nobody won A bunch of fuckin 2's and 3's like zone defense [Joe Budden] [sighs] Please get at dudes Ortiz (nah, you beast 'em) Hold up won't stop, can
the deceased like kiesh Only when my enemies eternal organs are a smorgasborg in the feast The dahmer with melanin and let em in the belly of the beast
[Joe Budden] Frequency! [Joell Ortiz] YAOWA! What's up my nigga? You say your name is John? Joell Ortiz Yeah yeah I know, I'm familiar with the interview
An Yall Aint Even Passin' Gas When I Spit Im The Definition Of Mastered Craft An All Yall Ask About Is Aftermath Motherfucker MOVE ON... CHORUS Verse 2 *Joe