murder teams? What's up? (Ha ha) Slow down, son, you killin' 'em (Ha ha) Slow down, son, you killin' 'em (Ha ha) Slow down, son, you killin' 'em (Ha ha) Slow down
s up? [Fat Joe] (Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em (Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em (Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em (Ha Ha) Slow down son
be about us It should be about trust, babe What's luv? Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady
I woke up one day in Vacaville Round the corner from the pen Fat house on the hill All the homies in the pen straigt locked down But I gotta get dressed
go down slow Tic tac toe we got dem all in a row Get rich and get mad nuh bodda hold him Joe Big up Danger Voo dem a tornado Do di dance, alright,
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 and draw down
representin tha Three Im comin down playa made, yeah ya know Im real Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill Im rollin wood grain, down that South
your mind, never drop a dime but Damn, ain't that some shit? And I just wanted to have a good time Now I got a hoe on my line, buggin! Slow down [Chorus
Best forever Make sure you spread the rumor bitch [Verse 9 - Fat Joe] Good coke, hard rock, stashed in the body shop Only way to break them bricks down
Yo, yo, Nate, you gonna do this for Queens This one here for Queens, you know what I mean? (New shit, new shit Nature) Yo nature gonna rip this down For
Ah, yeah Da Fat Gangsta You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta let 'em know Joe You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
nine millimeter go BANG! [sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore] Does anybody know... Joe... [Fat Joe] This is death to Fat Joe, birth of Cook Sing to 'em niggaz ["Joe
Shoulda put the burn to a nigga so he'd slow down Niggaz won't be thinkin, that's it rap, when it go down In L.A. we got Bloods and Crips, in Chi-Town
Fat Joe: Put the fuckin' mic on Mic is on Joe Crack the Don uh Yeah, Yeah, Y'All Irv Gotti Ashanti: What's love? Fat Joe: Ashanti, Terror
is realer than you think, you niggaz must be slow (Say word) Word, you best to act like you know It's that real nigga shit from Fat Joe (Say word) Word
a black BM, with my contact lens When the track begins, I'm setting new rap trends Lettin' lyrics I lay down You play loud I stay proud with Jay down you stay down
