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Jackson Joe You Can T Get What You Want Till You Know What You Want

You can't get what you want Till you know what you want Said you can't get what you want Till you know what you want Sometimes you can't

thing You can't get what you want Till you know what you want Said you can't get what you want Till you know what you want Sometimes you can't

thing You can't get what you want Till you know what you want Said you can't get what you want Till you know what you want Sometimes you can't

state, I?m settling the score I don?t know what ya?ll hating for Wait, wait, know what, matter fact I don?t know what you?re waiting for I aint finna

ck Tailor made suits, double breast fit Set trip, get your name on the next clip Sometimes before you can add you gotta minus Some of y?all don?t get

what you say it might get you clapped Here's a little advice homey switch your raps 'cause that shit on your last album ain't get you PLAQUES What nigga you

Anyway you want it to happen I'm ready for action You get shot up under my soles, call it fatal attraction Beat you niggaz till you get it right, like

Go cop +T*O*S+ and "Blood In The Sand" game and you know what go cop! 50x50 book too! Man know what I'm 'bout that... Ha! DJ Whoo Kid! Fat Joe I've got

'm smashin' you', Harrasin' you! - You pro'ly ain't got enough gas in you! [scream] Them niggas gassin' you! (gassin' you!) - Makin' a' ass of you (YEAH