in a while I'm gonna do something this year bring the family together cuz through it all (chorus) were family(ohohoowoah hey) my brother my sister my father my mother were family
come, let Con Edison take the blame." But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, "We're not those kind of men. It's peace and quiet that we need
to your Mac, that stuff is wack with all these dancetracks I'm hearin rap from Antrhax, my time the Caravan cracks You're wack, that's the only thing that's black Scooter When we
just want you to know Behind every good man there is a woman We got to be a team Just me and you girl Like Jerry and Joe Going for the Superbowl, we
That's right) We about to attack this (Harlem Inc, Murder Inc) Yeah (Nicky Bond) Jimmy Cagney type shit, Nicky Santoro ([Incomprehensible]) All my little short niggaz Joe
s a million you can pick But they're all gonna lead you back home Yeah, we're livin' in some crazy days We're all crazy in our diff'rent ways But we can
for my wife But them wheat prices kept on droppin' till it was like we were gettin' robbed Franky came home in '68 and me I took this job Yea we're
should go I put my whole life on the net, even my weapons I am Bazooka Joe We the shit, nigga eat a dick We'll make em eat his words We the stones, he
Chorus: Ellie] Where do I begin To tell you all the things I feel when you're with me? The day we met I knew I'd fall so easily You must believe you're
in france see {*rappin in french*} Danish {*rappin in danish*} German {*rappin in german*} Guess that we're all comin back in one peace "adolf hitler, joe
And we're having a little fun and ho ho ho and merry Christmas and all that kind a stuff right Now what we wanna do we want you to do we want every one
sixty five niggaz on your team And they're not from South side Jamaica, Queens They're the boys in blue and I'm just speaking the truth Yeah, we all
baby youh know its me got trees got weed,pop E,cool D (come on)coca baby youh know its me; coca baby youh kno its me Fat joe: New york time to re-up
you got sixty-five niggaz on your team And they're not from Southside, Jamaica, Queens They're the boys in blue, I'm just speakin' the truth Now we all
as they come Dead man can't talk That's why You're hearin' one side of the story But did they tell You how he provided for forty? Family members, grandmas
Outside, these pretty clothes I live, but with the titty-ho Knock a nigga out, for the shit he stole We already degraded, me and my family the most hated
be a boy unless you be D You can't bust a cherry or crush a grape And if you ain't got this tape you're in bad shape Beats flow from Joe and never stop
"We Are the Champions"] We are the champions, my friend And we'll keep on fighting, to the end We are the champions, we are the champions No time for
