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Fat Joe - Envy lyrics
Yo This is going out to all my peeps locked down Charlie Rock<b> </b>LD All my peeps who passed away<b> </b>yeah Verse 1: I remember when we used to chill on a hill When Forest Projects<b> </b>used to be Godsville Brothers was wilin<b> </b>others was cool Some hit the island<b> </b>some smoked fools Me I chose the life of crime since day one 13 years old<b> </b>already trying to cop a gun I never understood why my pops would beat me No matter what I did, yo he'd still mistreat me That's why I never listened to a thing he said And I wasn't just mad when I used to wish him dead Instead, me and Ma Dukes kept tight Promised that one day everything would be alright 14 Years old, cutting mad classes Puffing on a bone, breaking car glasses Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind Shook motherfuckers on the block droppin dime Everybody knew Joey Crack represented And if I told then I'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 CHORUS: Hey Joey, let's just get this money Brothas just be wilin Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody Brothas they been triflin Verse 2: Yeah Momma never said life would be so hard sometimes i find myself alone just praying to god Hoping that today won't be the last I mean, Just the other day this kid I knew got blasted (Say Word) Word, it wasn't over no cash. It was over some broad who liked to auction off the ass He was a cool kid, although we lost him big If he was a real nigga, then he wouldn't have got did Life's trife, and then you die Nobody dies of old age, but in the hands of another guy That's why I keeps an alibi Juliani wants to see a brother fry So I maintain to keep my mind peace focused Keep the gat there in case a nigga wanna smoke this Times are difficult on the streets of New York It's kinda hard trying to hope for and not get caught Blue eyes is on my back with intentions of arresting me But they won't get the best of me Cause riches are my destiny CHORUS Verse 3: No one expected me to blow like this What was once hand me downs Is now the best of ??atanovich?? Yukon Jeeps creepin through the streets Catching the eye of every big booty cheek freak Daten rims so shiny you can see your reflection Green plush interior, under the seat The heat for protection Momma look at me now Got a house in Long Isle for my spouse and my child D.E.L. condos for first impression hoes No more holes in my gibros Strictly denim and clothes Airwaves blasting my latest single All up in the Mecca Club Making Lucci while I mingle Jingle jewels in the face of past enemies Eat your heart out son, you never was a friend to me CHORUS Big Joe, South Bronx Represeeeeeent |
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