Letras:
Jackson Joe Be My 2

-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in peace And since my nigga died, I been stress no sleep Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep I tried twice but I couldn't make my

their son! Niggas know that's bulletproof, bomb bulletproof, .8-proof! Shoot a big gun, that's should be like: "ping, ping! " [beat starts] [Intro 2: 50 Cent] Easy man! Niggas better be

be like yo run it back, bitches be like yo that's phat! Put it down with my fam from across the map Chorus: Shabaam Sahdeeq *2X* Rhyme for rhyme believe

Bout he get you dead and I'm serious! [Royce Da 5'9"] Delirious Beats be the eeriest Hand on my balls The Boyz N The Hood know my style like Furious

remember a time when my only perfection was my momma My mind in the wrong direction Now it?s time ya bow down in ? Writ in my honour cause bitch I?m bonker

know the way Im feelin is plain to see Lets take a private plan listen to Tina Marie Steppin of the jet, be flyin coast to coast You can be my super

yall falling off like the sag in my jeans Relaxin' I'm clean, immaculate lean Goin my two steps, something fat in between Haters don't get mad at my

over there Lord, the water done rushed all over, down old Jackson road Lord, the water done raised, over the Jackson road Boy, it starched my clothes

Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3 Let's go [Verse 1 - Joe Budden] Now look, I'm in that 550 feelin like Chuck Liddell Aside from Rampage Jackson it's "fuck the world" My