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    Misery Needs Company (feat. Noreaga)

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      About "Misery Needs Company (feat. Noreaga)"

      Lyrics for Fat Joe - "Misery Needs Company (feat. Noreaga)"

      [Featuring Noreaga]

      intro: [police sirens]

      [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 see'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 'cause 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-see, 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!"

      'cause 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)

      SONGWRITERS:
      SANTIAGO, VICTOR/PADILLA, VICTOR/CARTAGENA, JOSEPH ANTHONY
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