block, Ill Will, Marty, Black Ed, yo Son Mad niggas is gone, rest in peace though Fifty-Two blocks, Gazelle frames Bald heads and heavy chains Somehow caught in the game
will, marty, black ed, yo son, Mad niggas is gone, rest in peace though." Verse 1: Fifty-two blocks, gazelle frames Bald heads and heavy chains Somehow caught in the game
broke niggas purple Looking for Little Joe and the dumb nigga scream and choke When deuce deuce hit the floor yo Now which of ya wanna fade the twenty? I'm turnin' your fat
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls) Song: No Mercy [Fat Joe] Yeah, real muthafuckin
loki [fat joe] coca [ja rule] the game is [fat joe] ova [ja rule] niggas get ya swagger [fat joe] remember who told ya [ja rule] and aint shit change [fat joe
Put it on the flo'. (What!) (C'mon) Cali, Put it on the flo'. Cali, Put it on the flo'. Miami, Put it on the flo'. Miami, Put it on the flo'. Atlanta, Put
Cali, Put it on the flo'. Cali, Put it on the flo'. Miami, Put it on the flo'. Miami, Put it on the flo'. Atlanta, Put it on the flo'. Atlanta, Put
and my peoples was 'gon bubble Came out the gate on some Flow Joe shit Fat nigga with the shotty was the logo kid! [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggaz
get rowdy and ya dont want that shit cause its gone be naughty, by nature fuck a playa hater Ima come through and ya know Im down to spray ya let them
' love to ya fam? Or you in the box laid under the floor? Or keep you alive blow torchin' ya balls? My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my Scarface walls
heart God, sign em up Start the wind up, we John Blazin, Don up in the line up Chorus Verse Five: Fat Joe It's simple mathematics, you gotta love
name, Well its Big Sam And I play no games with these hoes cause the lame Lemme break it down, Tell ya right now If ya see me in ya town its goin' down
Fuck one hundred nigga i'm a million fuck that a billion i put that one my children put that on my children my unborn children palm start iching feel
me, the block salute me, the hood salute me, you should salute me they should salute me, so fuck who you are im the mothafucking general [Fat Joe] Now
shoot I'll tell ya I's on that blow Prophet Posse with me hoe or with Tear da Club up Thugs weapons like a GI Joe walk up to the sissy nigga where nothing
man it get messy I fuck around and gotta turn into some Joe Peci I pimp the blood ouy ya mama and ya loved ones Sell dog shit to ya uncles and ya cousins
pound of dro gets your grind game in order to pitch Faggot crakin the weed up/ flip dat pop a dice game and catch a jinx and put it back wit the read