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Fat Joe

(Ha Ha) Slow Down

 

(Ha Ha) Slow Down

(album: The Darkside Vol. 1 - 2010)


[Fat Joe]
Ay , yo
It took A. Keys and Jay-Z to get this city popping now
Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rocking now
Big money talking, Mayweather Paquiao
Gucci soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now
Now what you boys got a death wish?
I beat a mothafucka uglier than Precious
Real nigga, you can find me where the X is
Whipping in the kitchen, both hands ambidextrous
Recession got the hood pushing more than time clocks
So I dropped a hundred in the streets I don't buy stocks
Tell a little mothafucka get his shine pa
Good fellas hood fellas living on my block
Nigga got a problem, I solve 'em (Solve 'em)
A couple key's yes nigga we'll rob 'em (Rob 'em)
Got tha 9 milli. in my pants, case you niggas wanna dance
Leave a mothafucka shaking like Harlem (Harlem)

[Chorus:]
[Young Jeezy]
I said we came in this bitch tonight to murder things
We gonna leave this bitch tonight a murder scene
In black from head to toe we murder clean
Do you know the name of the click that murder teams
What's up?
[Fat Joe]
(Ha Ha) Slow down son you killing 'em
(Ha Ha) Slow down son you killing 'em
(Ha Ha) Slow down son you killing 'em
(Ha Ha) Slow down son you killing 'em

[Young Jeezy]
Always on that flow shit
Jeezy Montana
Cocaine capital
That would be Atlanta
One triple O where I'm from
That's a homo
Nigga catch ya slipping where I'm from
That's a no no
Next up a homicide
Ain't nobody seen shit
Wake up to a homicide,
Ain't nobody dreams to
Welcome to the home of the
Home invasion
DEA like to raid,
You might get your home raided
Went up in it
Like a halfback from the Raiders
Bring a half mac
Anything for that paper
Two door Phantom
Avatar blue though
Parked outta space shit
We call that bitch Pluto
Grown living legend
In the hood I'm a hero,
On that minute fourteen
Like a guitar hero
Came a long way
From that toilet bowl white though
But I'ma be all right though

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]
Always on my hard shit, Joey Viagra
Pull up make 'em car sick, abra kadabra
Presto magic, Bugatti's on the scene
Parties all around me like its Gotti on the scene
Your money NBA NFL all legal
My niggaz on the block going hard pumping diesel
However do you want it
Joe stay blunted
I gets off but the hoe stay on it
This is my 'castle' but it ain't 'white' though
Ice so bright shit shine like a light show
This my life yo go get yours bitch
Ball till we fall till the drugs hit the ball pit
Cocaine cowboys that's my thing
Do it for my niggaz locked down in the bing in the state
In the Fed pen my name rings
I don't need your respect the streets crowned me king

[Chorus]

done

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