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fat joe - joey don't do it lyrics

[hook]
“hey joe, now where you goin with that
gun in yo’ hand?” – jimi hendrix

[verse 1: fat joe]
yeah, yeahhh, aowwww~! yeah
just when you thought it was, s-s-s-s-safe
i ran up in the crib and cleared the motherf-ckin safe
got crates full of b-ss, got pills, got ones
and everybody knows that, joey got a gun
i got that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper, yes i’m a hustler
a to the k with the motherf-ckin m-ffler
heed when the god speak, when i squeeze my palm squeak
drop more sh-lls on your block than palm beach
don’t do it, don’t do it, sh-t joey don’t do it
i said f-ck it i’mma push this sh-t back to the future
n-ggas call me german so i hit ’em with the ruger
bullets like easy p-ss, they run right through ya
got the supersoaker for superjokers to supertorch ya
stupid is what stupid does, now move it c0ka
i’mma prove it’s over, you ain’t got a chance
and i don’t even need a gun, i know how to dance

[hook]

[verse 2: fat joe]
yeah, uhh
joey got a gun, and everybody know
that black kitted car stash box where it go
fo’-fo’ long, told curtis he could hold that
run in your hotel room, and take yo’ gat
got old guns for new n-ggas, my throwback
and i ain’t talkin ’bout music, get your soul clapped
canons so big, bounce, they exit
play superman, f-ck around, get your s split
42 shots to the chest, where your vest went?
no more p-sses for n-ggas, no exceptions
got the goons with me and them n-ggas kinda desperate
give a n-gga a job like tony, do reception
pounding, ran the chain on the man’s border
taliban style, blow his brains on the camcorder
you can hear death in my voice, call it manslaughter
pistol whip the sh-t out this b-tch, put my hands on her

[hook]

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