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'Free Again' Lyrics - DJ Kay Slay Ft. 50 Cent & Fat Joe
Here is Free Again Lyrics by DJ Kay Slay Ft. 50 Cent & Fat Joe

Free
It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
Free
It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
Free

Straight outta cell 12 a hell fell on my lap
A nigga was born to rap 'bout drug tales and all the rats
This is for Chef Jr., now that's Italiana
Chicken Parmesan and bocce with my Pizanas
I told my [?] I'll die with my honor
Six bad bitches, some marijuana, with [?]
If you could see the pictures and the scriptures that these bitches sent me
Hopped in the Ghost, my wiz jumped in the sister Bentley
When Suge had the roll, Jay start the Roc
I was in the [?] fuck the cops
With the killer cross, had Iverson on the block
Graced the cover of The Source, tell me that ain't hot
When in for RICO, kilos, wish they gave me the max
Fuck them T.O.'s, and [?] for hatin' new crack
Four months on the toilet shit, I can do that
Came with thirty, left with three, now how the fuck he do that?
Most these niggas in the Fed shoulda been in the State
[?] the Texas to Brazil, now we raisin' the stakes
I seen Gordouli, know that nigga big like Chapo
Shout out to you know who, let me fuck in the [?]
[?], first thing in the mornin'
Tried to send me to the shoe for the first pair of Jordans
I had a thing for the secretary, wassup Ms. Jordan?
All that ass in them pants had you feelin' important
Left with J's on my feet, J's, J's on my feet
Straight out the cage, sun raised on the beach
And I ain't got to lie, my son raised on the beach
Crib with the elevator, Gabe on the piece

Free
It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
Free
It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
Free

Gun choke, move dope, niggas know my repertoire
Bulletproof smart car, level six AR
Cocktail, Molotov, burn heat, turn heat
Revolve, cock, bang, revolve, it's off
Cocaine, medating, codeine better lean
The fuck out my way, drive the bricks down the highway
Its an anthem when I rant, fuck you think I am, Kanye?
I had them wearing vests, now these niggas wear dresses
I take you back to the essence, free of charge a nigga so large, these niggas is stretching, I bless 'em
The pounds the purple with profits precise
With precision, we'll move you up the [?], you get that right
Money motivation, this bread in the basket
Go ahead, say something 'bout it while you gettin' your ass kicked
Niggas back on the New York bullshit
My little man post up in the bank with a full clip, he let it off

Free
It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
Free
It's goin' down, d-d-down, it's goin' down
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
Free

Free again
Back to bein' free again
Back to bein' me again
With all my precious freedom
My precious, precious freedom

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'Jam On It' Lyrics - Pitbull ft. Rick Ross & Fat Joe
Here is Jam On It Lyrics by Pitbull Ft. Rick Ross & Fat Joe

(Intro)
Fat Joe the don
And Mr. Worldwide reporting live from Ibiza
Rasta Boss, Mr. Mauricio
Our new paper can buy their newspapers
Millions now, billions later
You gotta love these haters

(Hook)
Jam on it, jam on it
I tell em tell em jam on it
Jam on it, jam on it
J-j-j-jam on it

(Verse)
Mr. 305, the Mr. Worldwide
The Mr. Take Nothing, Make Something, that’s right
From hanging with thug, goons and gangsters
To doing business with investors, attorneys and bankers
Same story, different suits
Same Chico, just a little different roof
Instead of the corner of the block
It’s the corner of the office, I’m noxious from offers
And when I see women
It’s ménages they offer and you know that I’m all for it
Especially if they both on all fours
And you can keep the dawg, they all yours
Two Chevy figure, they county boys
Not even John Lennon could imagine that
Our new paper can buy their newspapers
Millions now, billions later

(Hook x2)
Jam on it, jam on it
I tell em tell em jam on it
Jam on it, jam on it
J-j-j-jam on it

(Verse)
Got a bitch for him, got a bitch for me
A bitch that live a bitch KOD
Made the office some offers, bitch bringing me offers
Yo big tongue bitch, she swimming with dolphins nigga
Get wet, cars keep ridin by
I’m smoking my wax, I keep getting high
I don’t bop, I still money dance
I don’t walk, we run this man

Drop it to the floor, let’s go
Now little mama get low
Shake that ass, then grab that pole
Drop it low, let’s go
Now little mama get low
Shake that ass, then grab that pole

(Hook x2)
Jam on it, jam on it
I tell em tell em jam on it
Jam on it, jam on it
J-j-j-jam on it

(Verse)
I jam on it, I jam on it
Bitch scream like the scene in Chochone
Yellow Musoline, smelling cheese all on this
You need new jeans cus you pooped all on it
Oh Lawd, twerk twerk twerk
Hannah Montana I serve
Versace roll on Versace daw
Even put a bid in on a Versace house
She no speak-a ingles and my dog foreign
Brasilian head and that ass she was born with
Pay attention, bitches can’t afford
Pronounce it, what that? Think I just bought it

(Hook x2)
Jam on it, jam on it
I tell em tell em jam on it
Jam on it, jam on it
J-j-j-jam on it

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[hook]
as i count this dirty money, pray to god we gonna win
ace of spades, sin city, then i’m all in
nigga talking 5, then i front him 10
kiss the ring, no country for old men
no country for old men, no country for old men
ace of spades, sin city, then i’m all in
kiss the ring, no country for old men

[verse 1: fat joe]
jeremy lee and i got that china white
ray charles when them boys come, outta sight
i puts the work in that pot yeah,
then watch the motherfucker bubble like the…
we’re from the streets that made … pastor
ripping in the kitchen, i’m the base master
these niggas dying over red bones
i beats the p-ssy up like some headphones
niggas swear to god that they gonna clap him
backy out, ain’t gonna happen
look at me, i’m rocking 2 chainz
in that bentley truck, that’s the new game

[hook]
as i count this dirty money, pray to god we gonna win
ace of spades, sin city, then i’m all in
nigga talking 5, then i front him 10
kiss the ring, no country for old men
no country for old men, no country for old men
ace of spades, sin city, then i’m all in
kiss the ring, no country for old men

[verse 1: 2 chainz]
28 grams in a ziplock, time to hit the block and make that bitch flip flop
gucci flip floss with the polo socks
when your girl leave me she needs a …
2 gun game, one is 38,
every time i do a verse, first bought the 8
my first job was in the trap, selling weight
turn 1 to 2, 2 to 4 and 4 to 8
2 red bone, each with red bottoms
play the feet on the whip and call it nail polish
i got a fetish for the doll, nigga eat your zone
if money talk you need to put me on the speaker phone

[hook]
as i count this dirty money, pray to god we gonna win
ace of spades, sin city, then i’m all in
nigga talking 5, then i front him 10
kiss the ring, no country for old men
no country for old men, no country for old men
ace of spades, sin city, then i’m all in
kiss the ring, no country for old men
[verse 3: french montana]
cocaine magic white rabbit out the hat
i ain’t talking apple when i’m pulling up the mac
with that ready rock, call me betty clock
i’m at the 44 where i aim choppers
smoking purple leaf, right by forest projects
no … chop your body up on 40 bucks
with 30 chainz on, i’m a blogger dream
hit jersey flip the work back …
i don’t work out, but shawty love my sport car
i have niggas light up your crib for like 4 bars
young nigga shining like i rock the …
bout 100 on the piece, 50 on …

[hook]
as i count this dirty money, pray to god we gonna win
ace of spades, sin city, then i’m all in
nigga talking 5, then i front him 10
kiss the ring, no country for old men
no country for old men, no country for old men
ace of spades, sin city, then i’m all in
kiss the ring, no country for old men

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Wake up in the morning, feeling like a G
Got them number 4′s on my feet
And the Lakers just beat the Heat
Clippers beat the Knicks, think it’s bout to be a good week
Yeah I’m rich forever, you know I got them good seats
Now let’s hit up Grey Stone get our fucking ace on
Know I’m in the vip, throwing back straight ‘ Tron
Goons with me case we gotta get our fucking ape on
Niggas play Superman, better have that cape on
My niggas pop up out of nowhere, stay…
But I’m cooling …play them drake songs,
And bring it back to the west side, play them a songs
Cause little mama know, we’re only in here for one night
A week though, and watch out for them wolves
Dressed in them sheep clothes
She don’t really club, but I bet that ass a freak, though

We’re only in here for one night, a week though,
We’re only in here for one night, I said a week though,
Wish I had a … wish I had a …
Wish I had a … wish I had a …

Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
You know you … me, before I had that
She wanna body off, I’ll be her new addition
She play for Louis Vuitons, must be her true religion
Now I’m looking for …or somebody with a body like China
China? The one from king of diamonds who designed them
I call her… Ferrari’s on her birthday
And I’ma make sure everyday is like the first day
She want another round, fuck it to another round
I don’t just beat the pussy, I …to the ground
Everyday another girl in another town
I don’t just beat the pussy, I …to the ground

We’re only in here for one night, a week though,
We’re only in here for one night, I said a week though,
Wish I had a … wish I had a …
Wish I had a … wish I had a …

Sunday night, Grey Stone, neck full of gray stones
Staring at the crowd, trying to see who I’ma take home
Game … I be on the champagne
Bitches all around us, trying to watch us do the damn thang
… chicks like, oh he back, welcome to my house party
Og, roll it back, … keep a few loaded…
Bitch sneakers showing out, real niggas nodes that
California lifestyle, fucking with my nigga Chuck
… Young Chris, nigga what, all we know is get to it
Stack high live it up, fucking with that Grey Stone
Everybody get them up, yeah

We’re only in here for one night, a week though,
We’re only in here for one night, I said a week though,
Wish I had a … wish I had a …
Wish I had a … wish I had a …

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yeah
it's like we got more frogs in the game trade
lot of guilty by association
it's crack
dog side

jumping out of helicopters
stick into the crib no ..
hey jordan ..box
dark side anticipated like d dot
never been in the interview
f*ck the radio bullets slide into you
baby girl i'm into group sex
i'm ..divas who's next
no love for the other side
two dead bodies i'ma call it outside
..with the bubble life
chap new whip in the ..
too much order need to..
had to get the last chick 'cause she talk a lot
couldn't even stare when i silence stood
hundred rounds out the mother ..silence..
hope the motha 'cause i ride my..
i ride for my new chick out the..
out the..'cause i ride for my yeah
out the..'cause i ride for my yeah
die for my ..
out the mother.., out the mother
'cause i ride for my yeah, die for my yeah
out the mother ..

put it on the private jet
push killa i ain't survive me yet
most wanted ..down
check em shopper ..make em stick around
..in the house
till i meet another ..the i kick you out
rolls go on the you blow
tell em really how many bosses do you know
a giant .. no armani
why this ..is beyond me
competition looking more like ..ways
check color of the game move it happy way
couple million berry underground ..the safe
spend it all in the ..day
make it all ..that's the hustle's way

2 x hook:
out the..'cause i ride for my yeah
die for my ..
out the mother.., out the mother
'cause i ride for my yeah, die for my yeah
out the mother ..

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…Diddy,
I’m here babe
The international bosses is back!
Tell me a little bit!
Ladies and gentlemen
I got ..to party all the time,

Chorus:
Party all the time, party all the time, party all the time!
My girl wants to party all the time,
Party all the time, party all the time.
She parties all the time!

Happy, happy birthday baby, if this is your song
I love it when you sing this… to me
It really, really turns me on!
(Let’s go!)
I go hard, I go hard… crack the…
The promoters walking, screaming like who invited…?
I’m gonna…
Stand on that passenger side, and we’re not even overseas.
..notice me, you can tell by the…
…so sick, gotta go, hapciu
If you see… it will make you sneeze now!
They got money but not like we
They got buddy, but it’s not….
ain’t that funny how we keep coming
Cause we got, we got, we got, we got what you need!

Chorus:
Party all the time, party all the time, party all the time!
My girl wants to party all the time,
Party all the time, party all the time.
She parties all the time!

If the devil is wearing Prada
And… Louis shit
I gotta be in a first…
Puffy is standing on the couch
he knows he’s making movies
And she’s rolling, I’m rolling
..something off that … now!
She gotta work in a bum bum club
All I ask she throws it up
all I wanna do is beat it up!
Hey little momma, can I leave with ya?
Be with ya, sleep with ya?
Usually.. but I eat it up…
Missed your crack, I wish you was,
cause you got, you got, you got what I need!

Chorus:
Party all the time, party all the time, party all the time!
My girl wants to party all the time,
Party all the time, party all the time.
She parties all the time!

Lisa, Keisha…
These are the girls from around my way
They wanna party till the break of day
I wanna party ’till the break of day
..every day, our friends…
She’s in the club like hey baby
I’m in the club like hey lady!
Promiscuous, promiscuous, god damn you’re so promiscuous
..you wish you was
Cause I got, I got what you need!

Chorus:
Party all the time, party all the time, party all the time!
My girl wants to party all the time,
Party all the time, party all the time.
She parties all the time!

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aah .. yeah..
go ahead girl,
gotta hate girl u gotta goin on,
from the bottom of ur shoes to the harris on ur arm woo..
u walk me this should be ur mr. de-meaner moving violation temme have u seen her,
united send her we on the sha lights,
some wave are observing prize fight,
so many i captcha of em all,
ur a work of mazzi u deserve to be on wall,

is it tommorrow already,
cuz yesterday wasn’t long enough,
can we keep it real nice and steady,
cuz i wanna feel all ur love,

is there room for 2 in the backseat of the caddy,
cuz its drive from home take too long,
so turn up the radio in backseat of ur caddy,
so we can make love to ur favorite song,

tonight i think that that,
i’m so ready,
i’m ready to give you this lovin’ baby
i’m so ready,
to give you my body boy
i’m so ready,
to feel your touch in love
i’m so ready,
uh,
i’m so ready,

baby tonight got potential,
we can make what we wanna be
and i’m feeling like we got something special baby
i can feel a possibility in your kiss

is there room for 2 in the backseat of the caddy,
cuz its drive from home take too long,
so turn up the radio in backseat of ur caddy,
so we can make love to ur favorite song,

tonight i think that that,
i’m so ready,
i’m ready to give you this lovin’ baby
i’m so ready,
to give you my body boy
i’m so ready,
to feel your touch in love
i’m so ready,
uh,
i’m so ready,

i’m ready
we can let the stars make the mood
i’m so ready
i wanna be so lost in you
i’m so ready
right here, right now i’m yours
i’m so ready
and i can’t wait to get you home

is there room for 2 in the backseat of the caddy,
cuz its drive from home take too long,
so turn up the radio in backseat of ur caddy,
so we can make love to ur favorite song,

tonight i think that that,
i’m so ready,
i’m ready to give you this lovin’ baby
i’m so ready,
to give you my body boy
i’m so ready,
to feel your touch in love
i’m so ready,
uh,
i’m so ready,

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we talking big money, big estates,
big cars, big cribs, bad bitches
plenty of them nigger, foreign bitches
i don’t know what they be saying half of time nigger
dark side

… would stop… we was only paying … to the ones that came before
it’s like lucky luciano, and al capone
originated for selling… no liquor stores
talking kobain, cocaine, that hard white
pumping go train, go wings, it’s all white
hussle my way to the top but took flight
haters try to pull the ladder…
sitting in my castle, surrounded by naked dancers
and fully automatic stick … of the cancer
no answer for this life we just live it
the only question now is you with it
travel so much you sway nigger move his …
interiors and g5 skies is the limit
it’s no biggie, i does it in my sleep
dark side to ya, we do it for the streets, motherfuckers

fast cars and bad broads
every day we be about that dollar
champagne popping yeah
you can’t stop us, we on our hussle, so fly
yeah we live the fast life
we hussle yeah, we bout that life

niggers spit bars, all my niggers sit behind them
serving sentences ever since…that’s what’s designing
gazelle phrase bring a shape…
i’m in my bread already, and i’m …
pull off the lot and every bitch got they eye on it
tuxedo black phantom, nigger put a bowtie on it
married to the game, glass shaped pool swimming in the champagne
every day’s a honey moon, whoa
invisible setting all in the bezel
from rolex to the treatment, this sweet is all presidential
no safety on the plastic, the glock got 40
ways to put you in a casket, choose 1
and never push the pedal to the shoes
come supplying as a habit till they put your ass on news 1
you got 1 like the … bruise some
i know niggers ain’t coming home till 2000 do something

fast cars and bad broads
every day we be about that dollar
champagne popping yeah
you can’t stop us, we on our hussle, so fly
yeah we live the fast life
we hussle yeah, we bout that life.

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[fat joe]
trying to cut the top off the porsche
put a bitch in the front
better yet hundred sticks for the niggas that front
i got a steel in them packs, got em right in the trunk
shoot the snap back off your muthaf-ckin head if you want
i got a guardian angel, yeaf she stay in the hood
and she pop up whenever i touch the grain on the wood
i got a bitch from atlanta, she remind me of pebbles
got a hell of an ass, this redbone is a devil
she call me marty mcfly, nike back to the future
10 racks on my feet, but that’s something i’m used to
i put my team on the map, you other niggas is fake
worse than oregon, you switch a different jersey a day
i’m in the beach somewhere foreign, i’m in your bitch while you snoring
a million cash off the tour, then i’m back in the morning
i’m f-ckin sick of you niggas, i’m about to throw up a million
doctor oz in the kitchen: cook a perfect prescription

[hook]
go prez, go prez, rolling in bugatti
i got that ringo starr
i’m slingin’ paul mccartney
bitch i’m in the kitchen with that arm & hammer
whipping george harrison, john lennon
dopeman! dopeman!
dopeman bitch, i’m the dopeman
bitch i’m in the kitchen with that arm & hammer
whipping george harrison, john lennon

[jadakiss]
of course i could get em
but do you know what to do with em?
60 for the brick even if you cop a few of ‘em
talking about that diesel: the root of all evil
you could use your nostrils, or you could use a needle
i need a hundred more, and i want it pure
cause when somebody die off it
then they want it more!
the hustlers we surrounded by niggas that hold the hammers
oxys got generic, they switched it to old
when you give em a 9 or better they go bananas
make a million dollars a month: that’s what the plan was
now to catch the morning shift
cause they need that morning sniff
thousand bundles finished by 11, then i’m blowing spliffs
show you how to get right, crib right, whip right
ten dollars a bag, but it’s 20 after midnight
pill man, weed man, stove man, coke man
you know who i am muthaf-cka: i’m the dopeman

[hook]

cut the man off the middle, i want it all off the top
bout to yacht me a nigga, run him off of the block
i’m taking all of the profit, purchasing more of the product
invest in killers and dealers to take my company public
i got a thing for them strippers
got a pole in the mansion
white ho, marilyn manson
this for all of my niggas doing time up in prison
for getting caught with the burner, you know a rider’s ambition
i’m ’bout to gamble with life, take a trip out to vegas
i’m ’bout a zionist mic praying the lord to forsake us
remember times i was broke, how it run in your pocket
spend my money on dope, then i tripled my profit
now i’m a multi-millionaire, head off in the lear
take bitches on the private, than set off in the air

“what you say nigga?”
“i said i’ll suck yo dick!”

[hook]

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[chris brown - hook]
don’t you be holding back, your love
don’t you be holding back
don’t you be holding back, your love
don’t you be holding back
cuz in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round
only girl you’ll want another round, another round
i used to want you, and her and her and her and you and her and her
i used to want you, and her and her and her
all i want, all i want…

shawty got a mean walk, a mean shoe game
the bitch badder than any bitch that you name
i’m talking janet, maybe ?
come on

[verse 1 - fat joe]
quit playing girl you know that you want it
i can tell just by the way you push it out and flaunt it you bad
something like dirty diana, body dope as heron
and the sex off the handle
your ex couldn’t beat it, i hit it like a frito
and since i lost some weight you say i got a big ego
it’s too strong, you said the drive stick
well baby just peel off
loving how it lasts long, leave the sheets gushy
f-ck you with the mask on, halloween p-ssy
your body shivers and troubles with each and every stroke
p-ssy wetter than ever, enough to sink a boat

[chris brown - hook]

[verse 2 - fat joe (chris brown)]
never hesitate, purchasing in every state
transported in foreign cars to larg estates
(so believe me, you know you wanna come on girl)
(as long as we can kick it with your home girl)
had two on one fast break that’s a slam dunk
i know you want it, i can take you where ya man won’t
champs, alize, think rolls royce
yellow nuvo and pink ?

[chris brown - hook]

[chris brown - bridge]
girl you got tha bomb thing on i can’t resist
i’mma light some candles girl and then tie up your wrists
then i’m licking chocolate right off your stomach
baby you ain’t handled freaky sh-t like this
and i start dripping ice down ya spine (oh oh)
and make you mine
and now you’re telling all your girls i done tore it up
so don’t be mad that they all want me, there’s room for all of us

[chris brown - hook]

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Pushing Keys : Fat Joe

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Fat Joe - Pushing Keys Lyrics and Video (Ft. Raekwon)

my niggers murder for recreation and that’s a fact
get off your ass real niggers learn to spin a back
get money fuck bitches ain’t no leaving that
back from africa ain’t no prince .. come in that
this crack would it taste to .. a soda
cheese lines .. fucking order
looking at my .. it’s about the time
looking back at my .. my seats reclaim
pay for over pussy bitches i am up to the mall
look around the .. carrying luis vuitton
told enough to .. this bitch to vietnam
the devil with me tell him to .. three alarm
that bitch used to come joe crack the down
he called her mommy fucked …happy days
bullets hit you harder than .. cause push the key
is necessary mean escalations …waiting on the .. wish to be
chanel slippers chanel is a striper
.. rap her so i can kiss her .. you are sitting on the stairs
i thought …got a bold hair bitch.
used to pose it was all good a week ago
.. let the weed smoke fill the air ..
cause pushin keys is a necessary means escalations ..
scream you name overseas whey out there in .. got a …
yeah nigger try me up try me up
you might know nigger about me
but i don’t know anything about you

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One Shot Killed For Less : Joell Ortiz

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Joell Ortiz - One Shot Killed For Less (Ft. Fat Joe) Lyrics and Video

Chorus:
Listen, one shot, two shots, three shots oh!
Got us right to the morgue.
Four shots, five shots, six shots, Gees
That’s for the wife and the kids!
I don’t care about the money or the shit on your chest,
Niggers get killed for less!
And all that shit you’ve been talking,
Man we ain’t impressed,
Niggers get killed for less!

..in a high definition,
You could probably find me on the big screen…
Ain’t this a bitch, man….
And all the dirty done, how the fucking it gets solved, nigger?
Get in line, I’m a…on the table,
..make the competition hate you,
A couple guys on the block now they wait you,
…to pull the trigger if I say shoot.
One shot, two shots, another nigger down,
See us searching but its face is getting down, nigger.
See this crazy on the streets it’s the Bronx, nigger
You hear the shots fire but police won’t respond.
Where we are from niggers, …
…your little sister right out in your face, nigger
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…
Niggers getting hot for twenty years still thirsty.
I guess ..
Now that’s what I’ll call…
Get it?
Who else but cocaine and ..could have been my…
Life is for the living, get a chauffeur,
Find yourself a bitch that the money…
We set murder, use a victim, boy!
If that ass gets flashy, we’ll stick it boy!

Chorus:
Listen, one shot, two shots, three shots oh!
Got us right to the morgue.
Four shots, five shots, six shots, Gees
That’s for the wife and the kids!
I don’t care about the money or the shit on your chest,
Niggers get killed for less!
And all that shit you’ve been talking,
Man we ain’t impressed,
Niggers get killed for less!

So don’t die over nothing, like…your ass,
Cause on my block I was the doc before…
I had to…
See….this ain’t no fabrication,
Never called me back, I filled so many applications,
Watching these corny niggers come back, that was aggravation,
So I hit the corner, told them, bit it like they masturbated.
I thought they had the patience,
…it took too long to respond, so I had to…
He told me my dreams; they had to stay imagination,
Clear my…from my graduation.
….screw my diploma, I’m going, but I can’t…
College is holic, cause every grade I had is amazing,
It was school books and school looks when I passed the…
School girls are like I’m a girl, look who this bastard is…
Long story short, man I have these…hate me,
…
I come from a place where you get your…
And a brook with the only thing shooks on a stove marinates you
So when they say congratulations,
Over to respect my paddy’s game,
No, I’m not going back!
I’m aiming like:

Chorus:
Listen, one shot, two shots, three shots oh!
Got us right to the morgue.
Four shots, five shots, six shots, Gees
That’s for the wife and the kids!
I don’t care about the money or the shit on your chest,
Niggers get killed for less!
And all that shit you’ve been talking,
Man we ain’t impressed,
Niggers get killed for less!

Kilo : Fat Joe Ft. Clipse & Cam'ron
Off Fat Joe's The Darkside album is a brand new song called Kilo. The track has Clipse and Cam'ron on it. The music beat is some kind of a rock/reggae mix. Sayin' K-I-L-O, the king sayin' hello!

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Fat Joe Ft Clipse & Cam'ron - Kilo Lyrics and Video

These Fat Joe - Kilo Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. Kilo video recorded by Fat Joe, Clipse and Cam'ron is located above.

All around the world today
The kilo is a bad show
A kilo is one thousand pounds, easy to remember
A kilo is one thousand might get you remember
When imagine kilo a rap
He said wait let's call it music

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If It Ain't About Money : Fat Joe
A music video has just been released over Koche Records youtube channel. The song is by Fat Joe off his upcoming The Darkside album which also features R&B hot artist Trey Songz. This is so explicit!

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If it aint about money why we waistin time...until I die
Money's all that's on my mind
You could believe that I be where the gs at
chrystal froze better get ur home (?)
pocket full a papers so these haters can't stand me
ballin like the lakers keep heat like miami and she's
killin in them jeans baby why don't you take them off a me
she say she a boss so she ain't talking if it ain't about money why we waistin time
you could believe that I be where the gs at
chrystal froze better get your home
pocket full a paper so these haters can't stand me
ballin like the lakers keep heat like miami and she's
killin in them jeans baby why don't u take them off a me
she say she a boss so she ain't talking if it ain't about money why we waistin time

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No Problems : Fat Joe Ft. Rico Love
Brand new hiphop produced by Scoop DeVille off his upcoming The Darkside album.

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Catch me in the streets say bad things sweet
(?) say nobody's safe
(?) with the heat, my baby's gotta eat
And fellas don't sleep
Then show me where the safe
Trust me you want them problems
Pull up in them with the (?) base
Came up the whole place
I know it ain't safe
It ain't safe round these parks

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