pump it up (Just blaze) Pump p-pump pump it up We gon' do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh) Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk With a dame and shit that's
ride up the hill Get out of this house It's a house of your making It's a house of ill will Get out of this house Go listen to Buddha Go listen to Joe
Doo do doo, doo do doo, doo do doo Little Joe never once gave it away Everybody had to pay and pay A hustle here and a hustle there New York City's
{Yo, Jordan! What's up? Hey Danny! What's happening? Oh, here comes little Joey Joe down the street Ho! What's happenin' fellas?} {Yo, there's Jon, but
back it up (Awww shooo!!!) Back, back, back it up (Awww shooo!!!) Back, back, back it up (Awww shooo!!!) Back, back, back it up (Awww shooo!!!) Let
Why do we want what we don't need Alcohol burnt clean asphalt methampphetamin Will make it seem alright it's gonna make it seem alright Living in the
do we want what we don't need? Alcohol burn it clean, asphalt methamphetamine Will make it seem alright It's gonna make it seem alright Living in the
it, handsome and hot All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot Little Angel hangs out at Easy Joe's, it's a
gift It isn't found in a store it's in the people that you spend it with So lets forget about the dollar amount because More now than ever it's the thought
Party's all around me like it's Gotti on the scene Your money NBA, NFL all legal My niggas on the block going hard pumpin' diesel However do you want it, Joe
bodies in crushed buildings Terror squad's everywhere, it's just us illin (and it don't stop!) [cuban link] I got rubies on my uzi's and gems on my mack
'd take your life Hey yo, I meant it that's the way it goes When you deal with the real fake jacks And get your cap peeled Hey Joey, let's just get this
I'm sorry Doc, it's Jacob again, my name's J "Tell me J, who's this Jacob anyway?" I fucking want him dead, it's a voice in my head I gotta lotta voices
it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it Bring it,
the Garden like Jordan You never done it so my brother think about it, come on It's DJ Run and you the son It's this style called run on [Method Man
Rob, break it down Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me Give it to
west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you but it's a pity you're gone Niggas ain't know mine, 'cause they know it, and I'ma do it big That's why the