Ooh-ooh Old Mr. Joe, he build a house away On top of some hill Old Mr. Joe knew he had to go, so he He got right down and wrote bank will He say now,
Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now Like the World's interrupting my song, with an interlude can't
been legit, they still figure me bad As a young, it was too much to cope with Why you think, mo'fuckers nick named me, Cook Coke Shit Should've been
say, "they should never know of one." Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe, Emptied out the register, said, "Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe
Put the fuckin' mic on Mic is on Joe Crack the Don, uh Yeah yeah, y'all Irv Gotti What's luv? Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad It should be about us Be
bond you break, every step you take, I'll be watchin' you. [Should I Stay Or Should I Go/The Clash] Darling, you gotta let me know, Should I stay, or should
Who's thinkin bout tomorrow we ain't promised today This rap game fickle, we ain't promised to play The last of the greats, pay homage to me [Joe Budden
Yo, I'm 'bout to hit you with this ya'meen On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in Ya'meen? Yeah, yeah, yo How should I get it started
, Chanel, Hermes but I betchu that you won't find it Rocking Louie and MC'ing Guess I'm closed (clothes) minded Obama suite, you one below, up in the Joe
let me wake up tomorrow and want to put a fried egg on my head. Oh God. "Then I say real fast I say " Oh God, If by chance I should wind up with a
Oh, well he is"} Quarter to three There's no one in the place except you and me So set 'em up, Joe Got a little story, I think you should know We're
goes out to you And your parents, too, for havin you Haven't you been introduced to a douche I guess you said fuck footloose, and got pussyloose No juice, you shoulda
wore a leash but I get loose Producin somethin fresher than fruits, got more soul than combat boots Diggin two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazers so amazin like Luther everyday Joe
said, "Hey Joe, take a walk on the wild side" Sugar plum fairy came and hit the streets Lookin' for soul food and a place to eat Went to the Apollo, you should
If the autotune's gone bet they'll all tune in So I'mma do it bigger than an Audemar wrist watch Hip-Hop slackin, why they gettin Grammies when these niggas is actin? They phony, should
bring him back But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that Cause I been drinkin till the point that I'm a dizzy rap Scab, fix up look shop joe
so Squadddd Up Feelin' real prestigious hoppin' out that Porsche truck I'm on top of my game and still climbin' They not fuckin' with him can't even peel the hymen [Joe
{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