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joe's turkey - fatlip lyrics

[verse 1]
i came a long way, brought up the wrong way
my life used to be f-cked, that’s all i’m gon’ say
cause you already know how the game go
all over the globe, it’s only more of the same, yo
day by day, we all work hard for pay
doin’ what we got to do to survive
if you don’t, that’s for you to decide
is you down to ride? hustle? provide the muscle?
but then go from every angle to piece of the puzzle?
yo– i’m tryin’ to p-wn the buckle
make the struggle worth all my trouble
the hood gonna love the new fatlip
no, i’m not the crack addict
b-tch -ss n-ggas who slept before my last sh-t
my style is cl-ssic
born to be cl-ssic
peace to o.d., the b-st-rd
and f-ck america

[hook]
comin’ through in the clutch, ready to touch as much as possible
so i’m gonna do what i gots to do
get money, make money by any means
whatever that means, no more pork and beans
fresh and clean, physically as well as mental
inventing my schemes, cause my cream is essential
ride ride ride ride ride ride ride ride!

[verse 2]
back again, straight out the trash can
startin’ back in the game with a master plan
tryin’ to get this money just as fast as i can
procrastination is disastrous, man
my sh-t’s critical, but little identical
to the n-gga that up and split thirty years ago
but today’s my day, babe
formulate a plan to stay paid, for six more decades
invest my cash, stash a little nest egg
nothing but the fly sh-t, i wanna buy sh-t
homes in rome, cadillac chrome
trust funds for my little sons when they grown
cool little hideaway spot that i own
so all y’all suckers can leave me the f-ck alone
i don’t wanna be bothered, don’t bother to holler
yo squeak, let me borrow a dollar to get home

[verse 3]
everybody broke, it really ain’t a joke
i’m asking my sister for cigarettes to smoke
borrowing clothes from my brother
was so cold we all three be living with my mother
running up the phone bill, can’t afford my own meal
at a time in her life when she’s supposed to chill
i’m sorry, mama, i’m irresponsible
as humanly possible, my mind is illogical
i get money one day, be broke the next
six months left for the next publishing check
in the meantime, in between time
i beg d.v. for a g to write these rhymes
verbal famous, i speak that hobo language
it’s in my blood, pop train hopped in the rain and mud
sleet and snow, to get where he had to go
well f-ck that, you know?

[outro]
get money, make money (yo-yo-yo)
make money, get money (yo-yo-yo)
make money, get money (yo-yo-yo)
ain’t a d-mn thing changed, you still need that change
more than that, dollars and cents, know what i’m sayin’?
so from here on out, from now on until infinity
you gonna see me on my grind baby
you know what i’m sayin’?
i know that sh-t sounds corny
cause everybody talkin’ ’bout tryin’ to get money
but this sh-t is for real real really real real real
know what i’m saying?
and that’s, you know, that’s all i can say
you know what i’m saying?
i’m gonna be rolling, and doing my little thing
get my little gotti doodads, my little blappers [?]
fat leezy baby

- fatlip lyrics

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