Lyrics Fat Joe – Valley Of Death
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Dead!
I want ’em all dead!
Aiyyo they left me for dead
Amongst the roaches and the maggots
I waited for an answer, but god ain’t call
I’m hearing demons and the devils and the shots they call
They want crack; I hopped out the casket, that’s it
Time for some actions, consequence is very tragic
I call my crew the Darkside, we all ride
Keep them other crews running running (can’t keep running away) like The Pharcyde
Triple Black Louis V’s provided by the Sudanese
Walking through the desert conversating like it’s you and me
Kanye shrug, paparazzi taking pictures
See it in my mugshot; Mob Boss slash killer
Triple Beam entrepeneur, they live for only pure
The world’s only cure, fiends keep fiending more
CRACK!
CRA-CRA-CRA-CRACK
Wake up every morning same motherfuckin time
Thinkin’ money get, money got, money on my mind
Fo’ Five on my hip, Nine on the other side
Thinkin’ money take, money make, money all the time
Middle finger to the sky, screaming fuck the other side
Thinkin’ money get, money got, money on my mind
Get money, Get money
Get money, Get money
BC’s filled with leeches, strategic moves
To capture niggas for the deeds we do
And the cars we drive
Mexicano at the border
I used to play the corner, Blair Witch on a nigga
Dump your body in the woods, dare snitch on a nigga
Listen; Black mask, black gloves, rope and duct tape
Put you where the spare tyre be at; trunk space
Can heaven be just a distant memory?
They say you live a fast life but death’ll come eventually
Maybe in my past life I wasn’t listening cause this the
Fuck Tha Police, judges, P.O.’s and the witnesses
Heronious charge, an Appolonian broad
Another day in the life, another bitch to minage
Crack!
Crack! Crack!
Wake up every morning same motherfuckin time
Thinkin’ money get, money got, money on my mind
Fo’ Five on my hip, Nine on the other side
Thinkin’ money take, money make, money all the time
Middle finger to the sky, screaming fuck the other side
Thinkin’ money get, money got, money on my mind
Get money
4x
Crack! Coca baby!
Reportin’ live from the mothafuckin’ desert nigga!
Brushin’ the motherfuckin’ dirt off my clothesss
You see death in my eyes, nigga?
I got that AR-15 and I won’t hesitate to kill a nigga
Get money, Get money
Get money, Get money
Cool N’ Dre on this one bitches!
Absolutely
Absolutely nigga
