Fat Joe Feat Noreaga Misery Needs Company Lyrics

Misery Needs Company Lyrics

Fat Joe feat. Noreaga

 

 Misery Needs Company

 [Noreaga and Fat Joe talking]

 

 [Fat Joe]

 

 Yo, yo, one's for the cash, two's for my facilty

 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(blame)

 we only pawns in this game(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

 

 Chorus

 

 [Noreaga]

 

 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

 

 [Fat Joe]

 

 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, yea

 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 Rivono

 That nigga Gauno up in M-C, is bein friendly

 Everytime 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

 

 Chorus

 

 [Noreaga]

 

 Yo, yo Jose Luis, smoke lah like the reverand

 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 youngblood 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

 

 Chorus

 

 (ha ha, mad rappers, stain off, range off, watch out

 polic-iano's, pabolos

 amigos...Fat Joe, Fat Joe, Fat Joe, yea yea)