Fat Joe feat. Swizz Beatz & Rob Cash of KAR Blackout Lyrics

Jealous Ones Still Envy 2 (J.O.S.E. 2) Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Winding on Me
  • 2 Joey Don't Do It
  • 3 One
  • 4 Aloha
  • 5 Put Ya in Da Game
  • 6 Congratulations
  • 7 Porn Star
  • 8 Cupcake
  • 9 Ice Cream
  • 10 Okay Okay
  • 11 Blackout
  • 12 Music
  • [Intro: Swizz Beatz]
    (You... should beware)
    Beitch! Joey time! I mean
    (You... should beware)
    Ay!

    [Hook: Swizz Beatz]
    My all black shiny with my all black Glock
    My all black hooptie, muh'fucker I won't stop
    Now any nigga in the way consider roadkill
    Any nigga in the way consider roadkill
    My all black shiny with my all black Glock
    My all black hooptie, muh'fucker I won't stop
    Now any nigga in the way consider roadkill
    Any nigga in the way consider roadkill
    Line 'em up! .. Point 'em out .. {*2X*}
    Now line 'em up! .. Point 'em out ..
    Line 'em up! .. Point 'em out, ayy!
    (You.. should beware) {*4X*}

    [Fat Joe]
    Aiyyo Cash this is hard right here nigga
    Hey yo the 9 got the muffler, shorty got the pump
    Jose I'm a hustler, watch a nigga dump
    Bronx on my back, nigga I'm an icon
    King of the streets, who you think keep them lights on?
    Get some much China niggas thinkin I be Asian
    Have a nigga tied up like the preacher in his basement
    You PC niggas can't come to the yard
    Joker face niggas; leave 'em permanently scarred
    Got the top off gon' be a hot summer
    And the goons with me case you niggas on the come up
    This is not the best of T.S., it's just a preview
    Hard to keep it humble when everybody's beneath you
    You are now rockin with one live nigga
    AIDS with the flow yes I'm ten times sicker
    Line 'em up .. or point 'em out ..
    Call Opie Megatron, time to air 'em out muh'fucker~!

    [Hook]

    [Rob Cash]
    Ha, hahaha
    What they gon' do now Coke? Beware nigga
    Any nigga in my way consider roadkill (kill)
    Shotty shells as long as the feet of O'Neal's
    Hey Krillz give me the word his cap's gettin peeled
    I hope baby boy got some stacks in his will
    You know Cash was lettin it clap before the rap deal
    I lay somethin flat for a sack and a good meal
    All I need is some weed, 'gnac and a good pill
    I be layin in ya lobby, pop ya with blue steel
    On the low like a Navy Seal, playboy I'm crazy real
    You gon' need Paul Wall when I flame ya grill
    Where I'm from in the slums, we keep it trill
    Plus make it rain on your brain like a fire drill
    They can't stop me, cock me back then refill
    For some cheese beat his knees like Grant Hill's
    That's what happen when you slackin and don't pay bills
    We get it crackin in Manhattan, don't test my skills

    [Hook]

    (You... should beware)

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