Joey Don't Do It

[Hook] "Hey Joe, now where you goin with that Gun in yo' hand?" - Jimi Hendrix [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Yeah, yeahhh, AOWWWW~! Yeah Just when you thought it was, s-s-s-s-safe I ran up in the crib and cleared the motherfuckin safe Got crates full of bass, 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 motherfuckin 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, shit Joey don't do it I said fuck it I'mma push this shit back to the future Niggas call me German so I hit 'em with the Ruger Bullets like Easy Pass, they run right through ya Got the supersoaker for superjokers to supertorch ya Stupid is what stupid does, now move it Coka I'mma prove it's over, you ain't got a chance And I don't even need a gun, I know how to dance [Hook] [Verse 2: Fat Joe] 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 niggas, my throwback And I ain't talkin 'bout music, get your soul clapped Canons so big, bounce, they exit Play Superman, fuck around, get your S split 42 shots to the chest, where your vest went? No more passes for niggas, no exceptions Got the goons with me and them niggas kinda desperate Give a nigga 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 death in my voice, call it manslaughter Pistol whip the shit out this bitch, put my hands on her [Hook]