I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God (peace God!) I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Darkside, Darkside
(Darkside) - Yeah! So I say [Chorus (sample)] Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God (peace
Darkside) - Yeah! So I say [Chorus (sample)] Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God (peace
line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all (I tried to tell 'em, man) The hood know I'm a problem, y'all (I
black Amex, I'll take you shoppin But when it's time to go I disappear like Hoffa I see you next time when I decide to pop up, I'm gone [Chorus] [Fat Joe
my name enough, then I'm takin you home Aowwwwww! You know I walk with I talk with I sleep with the chrome, one squeeze and you're gone What I look like
Fat Joe I can see loneliness, heading my way The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day y'all) Now your shadow's gone away, you took awayyyyy [Fat
New? Ja Rule, Vita, Charlie Baltimore, Ashanti? Fat Joe, All Murder Inc? Irv Gotti, Chris, TNT? Whaaaat?? Chorus: I wanna be your chick I wanna be down
I said it out Bet cha bout them dolla On the best cause I'm back I'm the true and certified who resieded pimpin back Fat joe is cood coke and the
so groovy I'm feeling so groovy I'm feeling so groovy it sucks Phone's disconnected, hey I'll never learn Just eleven more months 'til my income tax returns I'm
My my, I'm big huh, I rip my prick through your hooters I'm sick, you couldn't measure my dick with six rulers Hold up, chula, I'm all about gettin loot But I
love me even though I'm fat, I rans the track My pants are saggin', you see my crack Now that's Joey from da block, the only one I got Sing on the more
I kick it like Olindo I wear my Nike boots in Gucci I don't wear no Timbo I kick it any tempo I'm lifted off the indo I'm poppin champagne, drinkin till I'm
Jones Say my name enough, then I'm takin' you home You know I walk with I talk with I sleep with the chrome, one squeeze and you're gone What I look
by di cover, dat's wrong Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton Hey, what about Pun? Rudeboy, salute with your gun Terror Squad leader, come down When I was young I
ways Real bad ass ways I'm livin' live on hinges, when niggas in Benz's I'm broke I'm givin' nothin' but hell y'all it's cut throat I wrote a rhyme,
I'm blue mood y?all, I slive with jiva y?all I'm actually deep y?all, invented time y?all In ten fourths y?all, I pay your cap y?all I player late y?all
partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib, I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals, I'm just kinda fried I don't know why , I just popped up
