Текст песни Fat Joe - My World (feat. Big Punisher)

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Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah Uh, Lotta money in here Uh, Terror Squad Now and forever Top of the world, Tun Yeah, uh Yeah, uh They call me Joey Crack my name’ll never be forgotten livin’ in the NY city thats rotten niggas on the block still screamin’ and plottin’ Wonderin’ if my squad gon stop bubblin’ But we not cuz we all still shinin’ You average, We floss four karat diamonds Layin’ up in the plushes suite Wit the thuggish freaks She love to eat plus bust the heat We touch the streets wit the same principles Everyday gotta get this cash know it makes sense to you Joe Crack one in a million Get cash from drug deals But still keep the weapons concealed build wit the gods todays madd fast cars who copped what and got shot comin’ out the bar My repitore is far beyond belief Y’all ain’t much to me Honestly you can’t fuck wit me (Chorus)-Big Pun It’s my life, my money, my world My girls, TS electrify the sky like the 3rd rail Want us to fail cuz you on our dick But as long as every song is rich you can’t tell me shit We been doin’ this since Prince was the bomb Before he changed his name and started making wack songs Before the trigger talk and the heat wit chalk was our last resort and niggas took it to the streets I live the plush life Nothing on my wrist but crushed ice Bumpin’ the heist in the GS wit the bug lights Just the life that the playa portrays Lookin’ laced in my FJ560’s It’s many ways that we gon get it Look how many years we don did it cop land and build a home in it That’s all I ever wanted dreamed of create a mean buzz Slick C.R.E.A.M. and show my team love You see us on B.E.T. Rockin’ ice blue suits pardon the jewlery Is the same fat kid from the Ave of Trinity It’s been around three years since my last LP But it gets no better than this consecutive hits You on some Jealous Ones Envy shit conpetitive bitch I got my enemies mapped out No doubt take the leer jet to Cali theres a party up at Shaq’s house You don’t wanna compare counts pull ya stash out the ultraviolet from my ice will make you pass out My niggas force black outs shoot up ya skate key You love to hate me pushin’ the dope ass ride doin’ a hundred-eighty (Chorus)-Big Pun (Ad-lib til end) Yeah, gon ride for you Yeah, uh, uh, uh Gon ride for you Gon ride for you (Ha, Ha, Ha, Huh) Yeah, We gon ride for you We gon ride for you Yeah, We gon ride for you, motherfuckin’ gon ride for you Ha, yeah, Everybody in the struggle Hold ya head baby, Uh Yeah, Charli Rock LD, Big Surge, Big Frank, Big O Huh, We gon ride for you, best believe I’ma ride for you Ha, ha, yeah I’m gon ride for you, best believe we gon ride for you Terror Squad, 9-8, New Millenium Joey Crack, realness 1 (7X’s) Tony Montana, Yeah what

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