Well, I got a gal, she lives up on the hill Well, I got a gal, she lives up on the hill Well, this woman's tryin' to quit me, Lord, but I love her still
These niggas is fuckin' with a dangerous game Hey Joe, what's up baby? Yeah, I like the beat Ha ha ha Hey, when you drop drums, I'ma drop rhymes, aight
or get to popping 'em (Ya'meen) You don't like me, you can get what's right above the testicles S.P., turn your top five into vegetables You don't believe me, get 'em
, Chewbacca, I'm Lensiauga Ormez, but I bet You that You wont find it, Rocking Louie and MCM guess I'm closed minded, Promise me you wont below up in the Joe
, Chanel, Hermes but I betchu that you won't find it Rocking Louie and MC'ing Guess I'm closed (clothes) minded Obama suite, you one below, up in the Joe
Oh! Cee-Lo, you ready to rock wit Timbo? (Yeah) Oh! Let's go boy A T L, talk to em Lo How could I possibly, be inconspicuous When my flow is fuckin'
pop I'm not a two liter A true leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I swallow whether water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto Wear em? No, share em
don't know the feeling of bread they in dept, tampon niggaz still in the red And the fans keep askin if ya man stopped beefin I call 'em Mr. Fantastic, tell 'em
Business' like EPM D whips I drive, I gotta TV 'em I tour New York down, so B.B. King 'em Found my way back home like E.T. finger I rock the arena,
got area's that fits snow Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes Shows, niggas pack 6 rolls We're losin' 'em His hart
ten! Choppin' it raw, lockin' 'n blockin', Only raw choppin' his metaphores, so cops can stop watchin' I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'em
we did it in the back of the coupe With your back on the sunroof hollin' out, "Whoop-de-whoop" You be like girl, he put in work, hit it all night He rocked
[Intro - guy talking] Aiyyo Joe man whats good man Aiyyo I hear niggaz poppin shit They runnin off to the Jakes man They talkin like you ain't hood nigga
Squad is odd Y'all never seen relish but always seem jealous Of my extreme fellas, rockin' the [unverified] sweaters The ones who paid with their life I rock
s the kinda girl dat make yo toes fly (DTP) You know u niggas want a bitch like me Apple bottoms with the wife beater, rockin' Nikes All the niggas in
(Fat Joe) Yeah, Yeah (Mmm) This is the Terror Squad, Bleach Brother, Colabo (Mmmm) Italiano (what) Ya know da deli Aha, Aha Dirtman Hey yo, Hey yo, Hey
[Talking - Joe Grind] Yo, Hollowman... These brehs are talking like... this album here is a myth or something. {Laughs} They heard Hollow Meets Blade...
atomic bombing the populous Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid popping the Glock at his moms And his pops then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking
