ma give it to you, baby, nice and slow Fifty, you gon' end up dead when you fuckin' with Crack Talkin' about you gon' pop off, where the fuck you be
, you're my sweetest possession How you kept me real strong through the deepest depression Paid no mind to your friends 'cause their words is strife I hold you
you that you fuckin' with Joe? oh boy Boy you keep on turnin' me Love the way you turn me on Got me feelin' all alone Love the way you turn me on Boy
if you gon' ride with us, live niggas Hop with us, quick to try to triple five figures [big punisher] Your style is unoffic', niggaz like you stay on
thug love Thug love, thug love All she ever wanted was that thug love Thug love, thug love All she ever wanted was that thug love Thug love, thug love
house of horrors You born in a barn? Shut the fuckin door You see, damn, cause I'm about to scare you ...Okay now I dare you Close your eyes, open up
Big pimpin', big money Big dreams, dreams, dreams Big dreams, dreams, dreams Big dreams, dreams You was wrong, mama Shit, I love you but I?m still smokin?, I love you
[Fat Joe] I don't give a fuck about you duke The truth is you be talkin shit with no proof Still pussy after all that loot Smack you right in front of
-ons, do a lot of beats you can't be on Damn all these fans can't be wrong, damn B.I.G. you can't be gone Make those beats thugs want to rock, make a
I get it [Akon] If you want to, we can supply you Got enough work, to feed the whole town They won't shoot you, unless you try to Come around and try
snake When you kill a nigga you love, you pay for the coffin' and weight Get you wrapped up and tossed in a lake If you can't get the whole pie, just
Love money, love jail, love that penitentiary mail Love the way these niggaz smell, keep comin' back, can't you tell? Love to see my mama cry, love to see my babies struggle Love
to be you know somethings gone drastically wrong with your life. My names Joe brown, Bitches love me. Man this being Fat is rough, i don't know if i
so fast Why did you say I love you If you knew that it wouldn?t last Baby, I just can?t hear what you?re sayin The line is breakin up Or is that
' in this DJ face And all he askin' me about is the Freeway tape I'm like, "If I ain't right, you can say I'm wrong But Mr. DJ, can you play my song?"
's a wrong kinda paradise But it was just another lesson in life That boy was a walkaway joe Oh, babe, all he was a walkaway joe Ooh, ooh, walkaway joe
the consequences We large placentas and you small change Hitting niggas long range, wrong gauge Leaving niggas John Blaze, crime pays if you nice with yours The Bronx is where you