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[Joe
thought that, taking over the world would take
longer than 3
I I didn't shit
Matter of it ain't, it ain't been 3 years yet
the takeover is coming
I know you hear 'em
It feel '03 yet?
You in mood yet?!?!
I just sayin that shit
That just sound good
Jersey!
The king of New
World

You got some wanna shoot 'em on site then some wanna *scratches*
Some wanna 'em on site *scratches*
Some, some wanna shoot 'em on site Some
Some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna me
Put him out to dry, you got some wanna me
Then I 'em off, or made some of 'em angry
All I did for this hood I THOUGHT would thank me
And I could give a fuck where none of you rank me
Him, him, them, son none of 'em me
I worked hard to get here, now I got here
They want me gone, tryna treat Joe like a Yankee
shots* [Is this what you want?!]

Some wanna 'em on site then there's some wanna shank me
Put him out to dry, you got some hang me
Then I 'em off, or made some of 'em angry
All I did for this hood I niggaz would thank me
And I could give a fuck bout where none of you me
Him, him, them, son of 'em ain't me
I worked hard to get here, now that I got
They want me gone, they tryna Joe like a Yankee
Mic 1,2
I say I mean, I mean what I say what I feel
Do whatever I to
Got into something you undo
I piss in whatever subway train of thought gotta run through
I'm by my lonely, so I let the hawk show
Any block, I double-park, get out and slow
And nowadays niggaz like to bullshit, its obvious
Even Tyra got a show
Left the Sidekick home, took the old school
I wanna believe there's no such thing as a
Do something for somebody, they expect something in
Now there's no thing as a favor
Soon as I stop smoking, come out in flavors
I think of New when I step out in gators (talk to 'em)
Some dudes starving, their ribs just touchin
My shoulder nicknamed me Chicago, I brushing
E'ry nationwide ain't national
Rappers appear to be that really vaginal
Capo out there ain't seeing capital
And everybody's rationale really ain't (oh!)
So when I'm the 5
I rep Willy's and Jers, I need to be on Ocean Drive
See the tee wit my cig lit
I'm Larry Brown, New York is fucked up so they me to fix shit
When beef come I'm tryna find me a biscuit
Late I'm never tryna find me a quick trick
me I'll tell you how stupid a bitch get
I know they every move, see me on that kid
They wanna harm to you
Front like they really got a with you
Like I went to the prom with you (nah!)
Fuck dude got not choice but to at you
Mans ain't gorilla, so better have Kong with you
He's see the lypo on him
Caravan might slow on him, mu'fucker
I might let this lil red glow on him
Hope he walk round wit Geico on him,
Look, pardon you fags, Yea I heard of your raps
It's all wack, how you to get gassed
And this rap is like reality TV
It's totally different from what it's as
Know the game's fucked up, no I call it quits
Can't me down, and I won't fall and trip
I gotta just milk shit for all it gives
No on but 10 mortgages
So naw fam, don't wanna talk or just
Fell down the pound just from the kick back
Dudes got a wit me, just a snitch that
Ask anybody, I'm the one to get at
Get

She so stupid, I'ma get her
some of that phone sex shit we be doin
Aight, take me from the tippity