'mma give it to you baby, nice and slow Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fucking with crack Talk about your girl pop off, where the fuck you be
going to give it to you baby, nice and slow Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with crack Talk about your girl pop off, where the fuck you
Übersetzung: Fat Joe. Fuck 50.
game and you know what go cop! 50x50 book too! Man know what I'm 'bout that... Ha! DJ Whoo Kid! Fat Joe I've got yo' baby! Daaaaaaaaammn! FUCK FAT JOE
Aight With Me, Be My Part Time Loverr... [Verse 2] Girl Your Ass Fat Like Joe, You Real Sweet Like Ja Say Some Fly Shit And Ima Black Your Fuckin Eye
he got, And he ain't did none of that shit he said he did, And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot) [chorus - 50 Cent] I guess
And fuck them prosecutors, hustla count a sewer It's we the best forever, amke sure you spread the rumor bitch [Fat Joe:] Good coke, hard ride stashes
. Kelly, T.I., Rick Ross, Birdman, Lil' Wayne,..) Whoo! Roxanne, (Its Khals bitches! Owww!) You don't have to turn off your red light... [Fat Joe:]
deaf and blind is it I kick the spine out the battery backs fuckin with mine keep it movin Now everybody just throw your hands in the......(phone rings) What the fuck
Fuck the convo, here go the pyro G.I. Joe, mixed with Desperado I ride low, with a bomb in the armrest Prepare to snipe a fucker like John F. Connect
a book by di cover, dat's wrong This a Fat Joe and Buju Banton Tell them, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun Buju Banton, original rasta gangsta Fat Joe
big ol fuckin bumper kit comin down 5th wheel slammin hoe just fannin bitch Im sayin it cause I fucked your mamma I fucked your cousin I fucked that
[Fat Joe - Verse 1] Wrist on froze, thanks to the stove; Mattress financial, bank's never closed; Monday to Sunday, serve all addicts; Joey Van Gundy,
, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) You're backs won't last with checks you cant cash One time TS, two times Fat Joe I remember
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
Dumb deaf and blind is it I kick the spine out the battery backs Fuckin' with mine keep it movin' Now everybody just throw your hands in the What the fuck, fuck
I do doughnuts like Dunkin's. How come every bad bitch with a pussy wanna fuck em', But I just feed em' drugs and just watch em' fuck each otha, My neck
