em, we gon' hit em, chew 'em up and spit em out Too much venom and if you role with 'em We gonna fuck you up with 'em You can do all them push ups to pump up
what you got, lick a shot (Pump pump) When the dough is low, we go (Stick up, stick up) You get knocked on the block, we say (Big up, big up) Check
I'm not a made-up character That's a Puerto Rican Brooklynite with two kids y'all see in them mag pictures And however I gotta feed 'em I will All they
stick you, for your re-up Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, LONG KISS Chorus: Joe Hooker Y'all
chest kid admit it) [Chorus: Pun, Joe] [Pun] And it's [Joe] Here, and you don't stop! [Pun] Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top [Joe
't stop It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make em eat dirt Take 'em feet first through the morgue, then launch 'em
thats all will be is a dream in someones mind. I finally reached up in time (im a superstar) Look at me I'm famous on top of the world, stand up, step
, hoe fuck out my bus Ask questions like a mutt But ain't down to fuck You see 'em come You see 'em go You see 'em come again From my dick to Twiztid
fact, hoe fuck out my bus Ask questions like a mutt But ain't down to fuck You see em come You see em go You see em come again From my dick to Twiztid
To those listenin', we're not dissin' 'em Recording and rewarding so we won't be missin' 'em Keep on playin' song, LP playin' long Jay, D and Joe, keep
at your birthday party Your group set up, takin turns, y'all shut the fuck up Walk, grab your nuts, leave the Kangol's and scratch your butts Stage shows get messed up
the crime gon' stick 'em up My uhh went twice (Uhh, uhh) And ended with nine, get 'em Make 'em say, uhh (Uhh!) Na, nah, na, nah (Na, nah, na, nah) Make 'em
mission Block to block, ave. to ave., from kitchen to kitchen We just cookin' up baby, we just cookin' up We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' up
wool hats, the youth in me I guess life on the streets ain't what it used to be I remember When niggas used to live it up, live it up Flashin' dough
hats, the youth in me I guess life on the streets ain't what it used to be. Chorus I remember! (echo) When niggas used to live it up, live it up Flashin
do the blast, then eiht you get cash in Dash, the fuck out the cut Fifty bullets up in the nuts, nigga that's how we runnin up I-pulls-my-hat-to-the-back
the wild side We dug our heels in deep and had a wild ride Oh, but one good shot of you was all I needed So don't set 'em up, Joe, oh no, I'll stick
wild side. We dug our heels in deep an' had a wild ride. Oh but one good shot of you was all I needed, So don't set 'em up, Joe, oh no, I'll stick to