Fat Joe Feat. Noreaga - Misery Needs Company lyrics
rate meYo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my faculty<br />
Three's for all the M-3's racin' across the Tapenze<br />
Matchin' C's followed by the white Lincoln drivin' like I ain't thinkin'<br />
Wit my hats and lights blinkin', let the lah sink in<br />
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On the way to home base<br />
First clown in my face is gettin' thrown out the place<br />
We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, that's nothin' new<br />
Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you<br />
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That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go<br />
Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know<br />
We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke<br />
My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes<br />
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I'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right<br />
Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right?<br />
And who's to say that I'm to blame, we only pawns in this game<br />
Decision, grow cocaine<br />
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I don't want no cure for this<br />
You switch, I pour the Cris<br />
And just, stay rich, and reminisce<br />
While I count my chips<br />
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Yo, you scared to death, misery need company<br />
Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers<br />
Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal<br />
Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain<br />
<br />
Throw the Range off, police-iano<br />
Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now<br />
The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us<br />
And you wonder why you can't find us<br />
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I, ton and tender wit millionaires, gave a million stares<br />
Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked<br />
For what seemed like a million years, yeah<br />
This illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go<br />
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That's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact<br />
I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack<br />
Joey Crack, the mack without the hat<br />
And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac<br />
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I bet you hate it 'cuz we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lost<br />
T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss<br />
Break your balls like Bahondo, call me Don Joe<br />
Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough<br />
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Booked the nine o'clock, flight to Alando<br />
So-called killers turned snitches like Rivono<br />
That nigga Gauno up in M-C, is bein' friendly<br />
Every time I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me<br />
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My heart is empty<br />
Never feelin' remorse<br />
I got a sniper one killed in the cross<br />
Ready to kill your boss<br />
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Yo, you scared to death, misery need company<br />
Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers<br />
Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal<br />
Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain<br />
<br />
Throw the Range off, police-iano<br />
Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now<br />
The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us<br />
And you wonder why you can't find us<br />
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Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverend<br />
Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven<br />
Like whoever sittin' on pies two, gettin' high too<br />
Mad fly too, a thug too<br />
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Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos<br />
Keep the shit tight just like, Jose Canseco's<br />
Batting stance, a majorly we glance, and gotta yell, "What, what"<br />
'Cuz thug niggas don't dance yo<br />
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I told niggas, that you did it for show<br />
But niggas thought you was ill yo<br />
Even your hoe, yo for real young blood I'm really afraid so<br />
Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough<br />
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Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-o's<br />
My niggas rollin' those, fontos and hydros<br />
You know how that goes, DE's light it up though<br />
We stay smokin' it, tone-locin' it, me and Fat Joe still provoking it<br />
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Yo, yo yo, you scared to death, misery need company<br />
Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers<br />
Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal<br />
Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain<br />
<br />
Throw the Range off, police-iano<br />
Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now<br />
The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us<br />
And you wonder why you can't find us<br />
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Ha ha, mad rappers<br />
Stain off, range off, watch out<br />
Polic-iano's, Pabolos amigos<br />
Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yeah yeah
