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- Victor Padilla / V. Santiago / J. Cartagena
 
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Fat Joe - Misery Needs Company lyrics
Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my faculty
 Three's for all the M-3's racin' across the Tapenze
 Matchin' C's followed by the white Lincoln drivin' like I ain't thinkin'
 Wit my hats and lights blinkin', let the lah sink in
 On the way to home base
 First clown in my face is gettin' thrown out the place
 We rush shit, untouchable Don shit, that's nothin' new
 Sets with stone arms just to muscle you, enough of you
 That had a bad case of Joe, some even had to go
 Gangsta walk and nines, at times I be the last to know
 We laugh and joke, while we bag in the coke
 My A done make the worst things out the cast of Different Strokes
 I'm addicted to street life, although it doesn't seem right
 Many criticize but yo we all go to eat right?
 And who's to say that I'm to blame, we only pawns in this game
 Decision, grow cocaine
 I don't want no cure for this
 You switch, I pour the Cris
 And just, stay rich, and reminisce
 While I count my chips
 Yo, you scared to death, misery need company
 Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers
 Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal
 Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain
 Throw the Range off, police-iano
 Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now
 The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us
 And you wonder why you can't find us
 I, ton and tender wit millionaires, gave a million stares
 Made a million scared, my beats don' knocked
 For what seemed like a million years, yeah
 This illegal life I can't avoid, I take the feds everywhere I go
 That's why I'm paranoid, but still I choose to ignore the fact
 I got the flawless Acs wit gats to get that enormous stack
 Joey Crack, the mack without the hat
 And all our hoes dine and ride in the back seat of my Cadillac
 I bet you hate it 'cuz we paid and floss, nigga we laid and lost
 T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss
 Break your balls like Bahondo, call me Don Joe
 Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough
 Booked the nine o'clock, flight to Alando
 So-called killers turned snitches like RivonoFat Joe - Misery Needs Company - http://motolyrics.com/fat-joe/misery-needs-company-lyrics.html
 That nigga Gauno up in M-C, is bein' friendly
 Every time I see his wife and kids the shit tempts me
 My heart is empty
 Never feelin' remorse
 I got a sniper one killed in the cross
 Ready to kill your boss
 Yo, you scared to death, misery need company
 Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers
 Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal
 Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain
 Throw the Range off, police-iano
 Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now
 The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us
 And you wonder why you can't find us
 Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverend
 Look in the skies, clouds look like coke 'n heaven
 Like whoever sittin' on pies two, gettin' high too
 Mad fly too, a thug too
 Yo we praise those, however you make your pesos
 Keep the shit tight just like, Jose Canseco's
 Batting stance, a majorly we glance, and gotta yell, "What, what"
 'Cuz thug niggas don't dance yo
 I told niggas, that you did it for show
 But niggas thought you was ill yo
 Even your hoe, yo for real young blood I'm really afraid so
 Your colors got revealed and now you buy dough
 Impost-o's, locos, morenos, go-golos, boriquas, platin-o's
 My niggas rollin' those, fontos and hydros
 You know how that goes, DE's light it up though
 We stay smokin' it, tone-locin' it, me and Fat Joe still provoking it
 Yo, yo yo, you scared to death, misery need company
 Crab slackers, niggas actin' like they mad rappers
 Even wit a record deal, our guns still peal
 Break a piece of your brain, wipe the stain
 Throw the Range off, police-iano
 Watch for Hondo, they lookin' at our poster now, playin' us closer now
 The funds follow us, what, these bitches swallow us
 And you wonder why you can't find us
 Ha ha, mad rappers
 Stain off, range off, watch out
 Polic-iano's, Pabolos amigos
 Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yeah yeah









