He comes home after workin' for so many many years Lays down weary on his bed So many worries, broken dreams and fears Hurting things that people said
Tradução: Adivina quién. Old Joe.
ain't Jigga If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you
. That young man spoke to God. He spoke to God?! And God said, "Joe, people really need to know that the Bible isn't two parts. There's a part three to the Bible, Joe
d fucking die but I electrify Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by Guess who, what
it commercial I used to freestyle, but everything now is rehearsal I miss the old school, so tell me what will I do? I guess I'll start a revolution with
's my daughter, my mom is my mom nancy is my wife cause she is the bomb (hey don't forget about me in this roll call) joe is my brother who is standing
but Port Arthur is the worst place that I've ever found I guess they couldn't understand it there, honey, they'd laugh me off the street! Lord, I guess
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep." Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave I guess he had
even a nigga, you know? The person who actually kicked everything off was Joe 3H from Capitol Records. He wanted to sign me really bad. [Joe:] "We gonna
key Down in the market the reggae bands won't sound the same Old Joe says without you they just don't believe Now I am no longer sure Who's gonna open
t touchin' one time When he in the city - and Joe Budden was only punchline! {SIX-TWO! } I here with' gangbang, no fo' hit not Gats! [shot] Guess that
. I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep." Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave I guess he had
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
, 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
some dead punches, but I'm still alive and kicking There's too many cooks in the kitchen, bitchin' trynna do it like me No you don't do it like me (Chorus) Guess who