Fat Joe Valley Of Death song lyrics

Aiyyo they left me for dead

I mushed the roaches and the maggots

I can still remember shovels spillin dirt above (this bastard?)

I waited for an answer, but god ain't call

I'm hearing demons and the devils and the shots they call

They want crack; I hopped out the casket, that's it

Time for some actions, consequences very tragic

I call my crew the Darkside, we all ride

Keep them other crews running running like the far side

Triple Black Louis V's provided by the suit in these

Walking through the desert conversating like it's you and me

Kanye shrug, paparazzi taking pictures

See it in my mugshot; Mob Boss slash killer

Triple Beam entrepeneur, they live for only pure

The prowls only cure, fiends keep fiending more

Wake up every morning same motherfuckin time

Thinkin' money, get money, got money on my mind

Fo' Five on my hip, Nine on the other side

Thinkin' money, take money, make money all the time

Middle finger to the sky screaming fuck the other side

Thinkin' money get money, got money on my mind

BC's filled with leeches, strategic moves

To capture niggas for the deeds we do

And the cars we drive

Red Ferrari California on my way to arizona

Mexicano at the border

I used to play a good Blair Witch on a nigga

Dump your body in the woods, dare snitch on a nigga

Listen; Black mask, black gloves, rubber duct tape

Put you where the spare tire be at; trunk space

Can heaven be just a distant memory

They say you live a fast life but death'll come eventually

I guess in my past life I wasn't listening cause this the

Fuck Tha Police, judges, P.O.'s and the witnesses

Heronious charge, an Appolonian broad

Another day in the life, another bitch to minage

Get money[4x]Crack! Coca baby!

Reportin' live from the mothafuckin' desert nigga!

Brushin' the motherfuckin' dirt off my clothesss

You see death in my eyes, nigga?

I got that AR-15 and I won't hesitate to kill a nigga

Cool N' Dre on this one bitches!