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Fat Joe( Joseph Antonio Cartagena )
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Haha (Slow Down Son)
Lyricist:Joseph A Cartagena, Jay W Jenkins
Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha
It took A Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talking, Mayweather, Pacquiao 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 ex is Whippin' in the kitchen, both hands ambidextrous
Recession got the hood pushin' more than time clocks So I dropped a hundred in the streets, I don't buy stocks Tell the little mothafucka get his shine box Good fellas, hood fellas living on my block
If nigga got a problem, I solve 'em A couple keys yes, nigga we'll rob 'em Got the 9 milli in my pants, case you niggas wanna dance Leave a mothafucka shakin' like Harlem
I said we came in this bitch tonight to murder things And 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 clique that 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, son, you killin' 'em
Always on that flow shit, Jeezy Montana Cocaine capital, that would be Atlanta One, triple-O, where I'm from that's the whole goal Nigga catch ya slippin' where I'm from, that's a stolen
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Came a long way from that toilet bowl white though But I'mma be alright though
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 clique that 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, son, you killin' 'em
Always on my hard shit, Joey Viagra Pull up, make 'em car sick, abracadabra Presto magic, Bugatti's on the scene Party's all around me like it's Gotti on the scene
Your money NBA, NFL all legal My niggas on the block going hard pumpin' diesel However do you want it, Joe stay blunted I gets off but the ho's 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 'til we fall 'til the judge hit the pulpit
Cocaine cowboys, that's my thing Do it for my niggas 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
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 clique that 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, son, you killin' 'em
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