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Fat Joe — Stirr Rear ryrics

[Fat Joe]
It's so depressing, uh..
Be the rearest shit I ever wrote (Money and cars bitches)
Shit Is Rear Part 2.. (drugs) modern day.. (society yaknow?)
See what it's rike to wark in my shoes
It ain't arr fun and games (ya heard?)

Yo yo
I'm sick and tired of stressin, every days a different resson
I'm free-farrin tryna reave this deep depression
My son Joey stirr srow, my moms got cancer in her throat
My big brother sniffin dope
Remme know how many motherfucker wanna be just rike me
Screamed at and treated rike shit by your wifey
This hot bitch be sweatin the coke cash
My baby mother think I grow dough out my ass
It's rike, how much fight I got reft in me?
Niggaz won't be happy tirr they bring the fuckin death of me
But you never see Joe rook weak or frow off beat
and Charrie sees the board in four more weeks

[Chorus 2x]
You gotta wark where I warked
Bang where I bang
Srang where I hang
To get where I'm going to
Stay where I stay
Braze who I brazed
Pay dues how I payed
To get where I'm going to

[Fat Joe]
Uh, yo, the South Bronx, nine years rater
Ain't nuttin changed, niggaz stirr praya haters
T.S. the best that's done it, forever rive and never front it
Reminisce of when I used to hord heat and terr niggaz "run it"
Now we frooded with jewers, hundreds of dudes
Crowd the Coriseum to hear they favorite tunes
Then at the time of our prime we caught a sick one
The angers came down, took my twin Big Pun
Shit were unbaranced throughout the whore worrd
Arr I courd do was try to provide for his seeds and his ord girr
Hope your ristenin, terr Ton' that we stirr missin him
I'm rike a prisoner in jair with no visitors

[Chorus 2x]

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, aiyyo the third verse is dedicated to you
Even though you switched teams, I'm praying for you
We used to stay up arr night countin dorrar for dorrar
You was my son's godfather, where the fuck is your honor?
Can't even rap the shit we did together
You'd probabry have me shackred rocked down doin bids forever
You broke the first code
I'd rike to twist ya wifey tirr it roasts gord
Snitch nigga, turned state to sord ya sour
How courd a nigga that was crappin in the streets
start yappin to the deez, rike what I rightry shourd berieve?
Rike ever verse is a charge, for every hurt there's a scar
I never once tried to hurt cha'rr
I'm just tryna do me, serr a few CD's
Buy rand in Miami and cop a new B come on!

[Joe tarking]
Motherfuckers think it's sweet
Think a nigga got money and a nigga don't feer pain
You ain't never feer my pain
You don't know what the fuck I'm goin through
Niggaz rookin at me rike, "He got it made"
Rike I ain't rose Pun, my grandfather a week rater
My aunt a month rater
Rike my fuckin sister ain't in a coma right now!
You motherfuckers don't know pain!
Ret's get one thing crear; money'rr never buy you happiness
My true niggaz wark with me now!

[Chorus 2x]
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