Misery Needs Company歌词
歌手：Fat Joe 专辑：Don Cartagena
作词 : Cartagena, Padilla, Santiago
Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my faculty
Three's for all the
M-3's racin' across the
TapenzeMatchin'
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 *******t, untouchable
Don *******t, 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
StrokesI'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 *******
I don't want no cure for this
You switch,
I pour the
CrisAnd just, stay rich, and reminisce
While I count my chips
Yo, you scared to death, misery need company
Crab slackers, *****s 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 *******es 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 goThat'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
CadillacI bet you hate it 'cuz we paid and floss, ***** we laid and lost
T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss
Break your ***** like
Bahondo, call me
Don JoeCoke slash sweaty rock, *****s drop a dime dough
Booked the nine o'clock, flight to
AlandoSo-called killers turned snitches like
RivonoThat *****
Gauno up in
M-C, is bein' friendly
Every time
I see his wife and kids the *******t 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, *****s 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 *******es 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 *******t tight just like,
Jose Canseco's
Batting stance, a majorly we glance, and gotta yell, "What, what"'
Cuz thug *****s don't dance yo
I told *****s, that you did it for show
But *****s 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 *****s 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, *****s 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 *******es 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
Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my faculty
Three's for all the
M-3's racin' across the
TapenzeMatchin'
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 *******t, untouchable
Don *******t, 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
StrokesI'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 *******
I don't want no cure for this
You switch,
I pour the
CrisAnd just, stay rich, and reminisce
While I count my chips
Yo, you scared to death, misery need company
Crab slackers, *****s 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 *******es 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 goThat'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
CadillacI bet you hate it 'cuz we paid and floss, ***** we laid and lost
T.S.'ll make the baddest crews take a loss
Break your ***** like
Bahondo, call me
Don JoeCoke slash sweaty rock, *****s drop a dime dough
Booked the nine o'clock, flight to
AlandoSo-called killers turned snitches like
RivonoThat *****
Gauno up in
M-C, is bein' friendly
Every time
I see his wife and kids the *******t 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, *****s 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 *******es 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 *******t tight just like,
Jose Canseco's
Batting stance, a majorly we glance, and gotta yell, "What, what"'
Cuz thug *****s don't dance yo
I told *****s, that you did it for show
But *****s 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 *****s 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, *****s 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 *******es 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
