Fat Joe - Joey Don't Do It lyrics

[Chorus] [Jimi Hendrix] "Hey Joe, now where you goin with that gun in yo' hand?" Yeah, yeahhh, AOWWWW! Yeah Just when you thought it was, s-s-s-s-safe I ran up in the crib and cleared the motherf**in safe Got crates full of ba**, got pills, got ones And everybody knows that, Joey got a gun I got that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper, yes I'm a hustler A to the K with the motherf**in muffler Heed when the God speak, when I squeeze my palm squeak Drop more shells on your block than Palm Beach Don't do it, don't do it, sh** Joey don't do it I said f** it I'ma push this sh** back to the future n***az call me German so I hit 'em with the Ruger Bullets like Easy Pa**, they run right through ya Got the supersoaker for superjokers to supertorch ya Stupid is what stupid does, now move it Coka I'ma prove it's over, you ain't got a chance And I don't even need a gun, I know how to dance [Chorus] Yeah, uhh Joey got a gun, and everybody know that black kitted car stash box where it go Fo'-fo' long, told Curtis he could hold that Run in your hotel room, and take yo' gat Got old guns for new n***az, my throwback And I ain't talkin 'bout music, get your soul clapped Canons so big, bounce, they exit Play Superman, f** around, get your S split 42 shots to the chest, where your vest went? No more pa**es for n***az, no exceptions Got the goons with me and them n***az kinda desperate Give a n***a a job like Tony, do reception Pounding, ran the chain on the man's border Taliban style, blow his brains on the camcorder You can hear d**h in my voice, call it manslaughter Pistol whip the sh** out this b**h, put my hands on her