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Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
Come and take a walk with me
I need all of y'all to come and take a walk with me
I need for all of y'all to feel what I'm goin' through
And see what I see, if you got time then take a walk with me
Wait a minute now, shit ain't like I thought it would be
Come to Jersey from New York with me, I know your busy
But take the time out to walk with me
Pay attention on this tour with me
maybe I'm seeing something wrong
Come along and make sure with me
Come and take a short walk with me
I'm seeing a couple things wrong with the way that I'm living
So come and walk with me I just need a second opinion
I'll introduce you to my friends, I gotta see if you notice
If they loyal or if they all got an alterior motive
They some snake niggas, me and them don't deal anymore
Ever since I got signed I don't know whats real anymore
I'm paranoid so excuse me if I seem to be nervous
But everybody from my past now they trying to resurface
Trying to rekindle, they don't think I know they got Limo
I got cousins I never knew they trying to pass me their demo
Maybe I'm wrong like I told you man I need your opinion
Me and them never spoke before
So I don't see whats so different
Dudes I don't know they recognize me start extending their hand
And I'm trippin' ready for beef when he was only a fan why
'Cuz these niggas in my hood say they don't like how I'm reppin'
Let me know how strongly you feel, will I be needing my weapon
As some sort of protection should I carry a pen
And pad and ask everybody in the fuckin'
Hood for they suggestions?
I'm letting the labels know that Jersey city is gifted
When they ain't no that Jersey city existed
But its cool you all
Certain cats in Jersey city so hateful
And certain cats in Jersey city ain't grateful
All they say is I don't chill anymore and ever since I got signed
They don't think I'm real anymore
I'm told I shouldn't be alone 'cuz I'm a star in my hood
"Something might happen Mouse
They know who you are in the hood", they do
So I can't tell you how I feel anymore
And ever since I got signed I can't tell what's real anymore
Come and take a walk with me
I need all of you all to come and take a walk with me
I need for all of you all to feel what I'm goin' through
And see what I see, if you got time then take a walk with me
Wait a minute now, shit ain't like I thought it would be
Come to Jersey from New York with me, I know your busy
But take the time out to walk with me
Pay attention on this tour with me
Maybe I'm seeing something wrong
Come along and make sure with me
Come and take a short walk with me
See to me is heavy, but to you it may seem petty
Lets continue walking I know you ain't tired already
I'll take you to meet my girl I gotta see if you notice
If she love me or if the bitch got an ulterior motive
Why am I hated 'cuz I handle my business
Ain't gotta look for a girl now a days
'Cuz almost all these niggas is bitches
See I'm often while we walking I'll show you the drug dealers
And some dudes that hate me
Word on the street's is they real killers
Where was the hate back when I wasn't on my feet?
A alcoholic, school dropout, just a bum on the street
Where was the hate durin' my adolescence?
Back when that physicatrist was trying hard
To get me on them anti-depressants
I don't recall none of this happenin' back then
And I don't understand I was still rappin' back then
So I gotta ride with a gun for trying to get my mom
And pop up outa the slums
And provide for my son
If you met my baby moms would you notice?
If she was ready for a child?
Or if her ass had an alterior motive
I don't know what she's teaching Trey
But every day he get older
Angie's bitter and feel like now that I'm successful I owe her
'Cuz she would hold me so tight when I was ready to relapse
Tell me to relax, I ain't know no better straight outta rehab
Bottom line I was lonesome, but we was grown for each other
Angie I grown some, got bigger issues
If you went to Def Jam would you notice
If they was out for my best interest
Or do they just see a dollar in Joseph?
Guess I ain't sure how I feel anymore
Ever since I got signed I can't tell whats real anymore
I mean them same record Executive that wanted me in
Don't care that I'm the next nigga they just wanna see spends
Guess I ain't sure how I feel anymore
Ever since I got signed I can't tell whas real anymore
You feeling me, dog
Come and take a walk with me
I need all of you all to come and take a walk with me
I need for all of you all to feel what I'm goin' through
And see what I see, if you got time then take a walk with me
Wait a minute now, shit ain't like I thought it would be
Come to Jersey from New York with me, I know your busy
But take the time out to walk with me
Pay attention on this tour with me
Maybe I'm seeing something wrong
Come along and make sure with me
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
Listen, heart
Listen close-listen
2 the melancholy
Melody of your own voice
I am weary of my own dreaming
I am tired of waiting
So this time, I'm leaping
I reach-beyond myself 2 see
What I find, beyond my mind, there is no time
In this place beyond my sight
My heart knows what is not yet seen
I'm witnessing my own becoming
Lash myself 2 the
Mantle of my desire-I will
Turn from its temptations
But the wanting takes me higher
I am hurting
Oh, I am not yet born
I am the mother and the father
Of what is not yet known
Darkness surrounds me
[Intro: Joe Budden]
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's here
Some dude's got problems wit me
Over there - I ain't care
Some people see me creep
They mack all type - that's alright
You know I slurp my drink
I'm clipped inside - kids aight (Just Blaze!)
[Verse: Joe Budden]
Yes y'all it's the one and only (what else?)
And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?)
And I came wit a ton of money (but!)
Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
This chick's wit her man frontin on me
I'll holla at her when she done wit homie
Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of grown freaks
One named Tasha, one named Monique
One's diva'd out, keep her make-up tight
She got her good heels on wit her Jacob ice
And ma love to club, so she stay up nice
And she give me brains just the way I like!
One's real ghetto, don't give a reason
She knows I'm not her man, she don't riff bout cheating
Joey only go to her crib on weekends
Real real late when the kids are sleeping
'Tis the season, no more BS music
Watch and learn, see us do this
Geeks here's new shit
Playboy I keep exclusives to make dudes see less units (c'mon!)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Can't stop won't stop
Rock it to the rhythm
Cause we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get down
Joe Budden, Busta Bus
Cause we - ah get down
And we seeing that
There's some hoes in this house
There's some hoes in this house
Light that 'dro in tha house
Smoke that 'dro in tha house
Bring that doe in this house
Bring that doe in this house
Where dem hoes in this house?
Where dem hoes in this house?
Where my niggas at?
[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's coming?
It be the God of the flows
It be the God of the spitting
It be the God of the blows
You'll be black and blue up your shit
And probably swell up your nose
Lotta bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes
Let me prazzle your head, do and skidattle wit Joe
And get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'dro
Better back it up money before they crack through the dome
I got a pack of them niggas that leave a crack in yo skull
HOLD UP!! ... see I ain't finished wit y'all
Before I diminish let me handle my business wit y'all
Watching you niggas, you shook! all you looking all nervous
Maybach infront the club, parked crooked on purpose
Now ladies my Mercedes Maybach
Probably hold six in the back and three if ya fat
Probably hold more in the back if they sit on the lap
I gotta go and move to the party to see where it's at
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Joe Budden]
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's here
Some dude's got problems wit me
Over there - I ain't care
Some people see me creep
They mack all type - that's alright
You know I slurp my drink
I'm clipped inside - kids aight
[Verse: Joe Budden]
Yes yes y'all who ain't believe me?
Don't be fooled it ain't this easy
All y'all so 'n so's shamed, that cheesy
You wonder why people don't go and spend they change on a weekly
(But) Who's fly in rap? I in fact
By myself, no one behind the attack
And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that
Cause y'all sell em to the stores then buy 'em back
Now one hot storm, we'll fly and rap
If the rest of you provide is wack
I see creativity dying fast
I'm glad producers charge so high for they tracks (tell em why though)
Now they do it all, you just applying the rap
Honestly now, it's not the economy's down
Now rap dudes suck they own pee hole
The wacker the music the bigger the ego
Fans left suffering, gasping!
And it's embarassing! Jump Off I'm the aspirin
I'm still hungry, I'm still fasting
Y'all fade out, I'm just getting it cracking
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Whoo! [repeat to fade]
[DJ Clue]
Yeah, the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Jump off Joe Buddens, on top
This go out to all my niggaz
You ain't gotta chain, but you got a mean muthafuckin' wrist game
All my ladies, you ain't got a car
But you gotta mean muthafuckin' heel game
Click them heels
You know how we do it
C'mon
[Joe Budden]
Whoa! (Haha)
Whoa! Okay Dub
Whoa! Have some fun with it
[Hook]
Mami, I'm there if you fine in the rear
We can get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah
And when I'm done slidin', you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here
[Verse 1]
I ain't got to tell homeboy, he know that
This is 'Matrix Reloaded' and Neo's back
I'm up, humble apologies, sorry clowns
I'm here for the long run, I ain't Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you want proof
I only buck in the air when the sky's in the booth
You gets liable to shoot
This twenty-two release some extra keyholes on the driver's side of your
coupe
Like, nighty night, here's your lullaby bitches
You might need just a lil' more than butterfly stitches
Get out of line and get stuck up duke
Lose your spines tryin' to touch us jukes
Get to the mall in a circle, guns out playin' "duck-duck-goose"
This shit is kinda aiight till I fuck in the booth
I'm sayin', I'm here, got my nine up in here
Thugs wanna rumble, I don't mind, nigga yeah
[Bridge]
And when I'm done slidin' up somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here
[Verse 2]
Like I don't roll with niggaz that'll lift 'ayn' chrome
Take a look at 'em, you can see they just skin and bones
Y'all talk about bricks when y'all know who move 'em
us real niggaz make withdrawls while y'all go through 'em
We carry long guns, we can contra on it
We talk about it, we live it, y'all ponder on it
Shit, ridiculously priced, us cons afford it
I'm talkin' straight cash, you might need a sponsor for it
But wait - ever met somebody that wouldn't chill
Every second he feel the need to let you know that he's real
Every second he wanna talk about his homies that died
And the people he killed and in the future all the people he will
Talk about who he stabbed and beat up, and he won't cool out
Yakety-yakkin', he's reminiscing on different shootouts
How he was there, shotties was blastin'
Cops came with body bags, and he's talkin', but nobody asked him
Naw - he want attention, he want his name yelled
Me and him always end up in the same cell
I'm pissed on the top bunk, I can't sleep
This guy ain't street, go 'head nigga I ain't beef
But feel me - stop there, who popped him where
Who you backed out on and had the whole block scared
[Bridge]
Ma when I'm done pokin' you from the rear
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here
[Verse 3]
Ma - you real aggressive, catchin' me of balance
It's a turn off, don't you know niggaz respect a challenge
Move a lil' slow gettin' at me
Treat the pussy like it's worth somethin', don't just go throwin' it at me
Cuz - while you doin' it at the same time
I'm thinkin' how many niggaz hit you wit that same line
Or - how many other niggaz you ran game to
How many niggaz you fucked or you gave brain to
How many other dudes houses you done came to
With condoms on you hopin' that he find 'em on you
And - I ain't tryin' to catch nothin' from you
So I'm caught up in a Catch-22
If I don't fuck her then I'm not like guys she met before
So while I'm turnin' her down she's just likin' me more
But if I do get to pokin', hit her with long strokin'
I now have a girlie on my hands that's open
I don't want her callin' me constantly
Thinkin' 'cause I fucked her she got a bond with me
I don't want her misunderstandin' a one night stand
It was just a nut, I'm not your man
[Hook]
Ma - I'm there, if you fine in the rear
We can get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah
And when I'm done slidin', you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here
Ma - I'm there, name a time and where
We can get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah
And when I'm done pokin' you from the rear
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here
[DJ Clue talking till end]
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
Joey!
Let's go back in the days before your present
Back when it was a little more pleasent
Before I knew this rap shit would ever lure me in
Let's go back like Mike Fox in the Delorean
Back in the day shit, back to the basics
When brass knuckles used to leave a nigga face ticked
Its back to the Diadoras and the Asics
It's back to the New Editon and The Take 6
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Let's go way back if you able to do the math yeah
I'm talkin' bout the pool table in the cafe yeah
When the strip was introduce to Paruiqo
Commodore 64 and Coleco
Not back to Cali back to the valley
Back to dapadere yall back to Bally's
Back before Puma and Stange'
Before Zhane and go a little further back to Kwame
Damn we came a long way
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
I remeber break dancin' cardboards and backflips
the royal blue and the orange Patricks
wudn't like you homo sucka's
I had the low top Converse cause I could change my logos color
I remember way back when every clan was stylin'
Flava Flav clocks and X-Clan medallions
In class see a girl you glance at her
pass her a note do you like me? Circle a answer
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Winters not the best time warm it up Kane had came through
The eight ball jackets and Columbia Rain suits
We ain't pay minds to the length of our chains
Transformers was a dance Decepticons was a gang
yall I'm talkin bout sheep skins
Talkin bout wearn two pair of jeans when moms gave me a beatin'
after school three o clock we was able to fight
park dibs yall two turn tables and mike like
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
What about when Public Enemy came out and they dropped a classic
or the Pee-Wee Herman and the Roger Rabbit
and the nerds took our tests and they passed em for us
back to the roof top back to latin quarters
the olds school's new school now it's the same ol
It's back to Fila's, gazelles and Kango's
It's back to 40 ounces back to OE
Not back to rope chains but back to Gold teeth
I was the class clown just snappin at cats
Let's go back to the (?) with the matchin' hats
Remember the Real Roxanne remember all (?)
Remember Kool Moe Dee remember Lord Finesse
I bumped Run-D.M.C. almost every weekend
The Bronx and Queensbridge just couldn't stop beefin'
Kept it on wax they ain't have to pack heat
Back to Ron Zee tapes back to Black Sheep
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Come on say it with me
Im talkin' old Bobby Brown before he (?) Whitney
I used bring all my touys in the tub with me
A snotty nose kid eatin boogers
It was Ultimate Warrior and Jimmy Fly Snooka on
sometimes I read scriptures like Psalms maybe
and I didn't wanna go to church but my moms made me
TV made me laugh
I remember night rider cause Kit used to save his ass
Let's go back to spoonin' back to Black Moon and
back to when wrestlin' had it's own cartoon and
they used to sleep on us now they demand us
Will smith told parents they just can't understand us
back to playin the dozens
back to humpin' our prettiest girl cousin
psyche! I'm buggin.
NWA was simply known
Let' get back on the block I'm talkin Quincy Jones
I gotta Jones yall
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Let's go back before I burned the booth
when Tevin Campbell was ill before the whole world learned the truth
Hip hop had a message then dudes was droppin
I never got what I wanted on back to school shoppin'
Think about, used to be about shit
That was back when I still got easter outfits
We all grew up all older folks
Its more than just music its a culture folks
We Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Remember sugar water
what was the name of the fuckin' drink
that they said the fuckin triple K
The Klu Klux Klan and shit had put some shit in and
The black niggaz were gon' die - huh?
Whatever that was, you niggaz knew about it
112! (Jump off!)
Aww yeah (Uhh, y'know)
You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue
Don't no other mami give me head like you
I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover
y Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter
We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh
You goin to sleep thinkin that this can't be life
Don't mistake my talkin modest
Still put you in the wi-ld bedroom with the walk-in closet
Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water
Full length minks, get rid of that three-quarter
Ex-man never had you feelin that fly
Flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high
When them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off
New school your neck, take that herringbone off
Stretch 'Vee playin Manhattan
System old school, play 'em and had 'em
We makin it happen, oh yeah
Turn this off for a minute
We can do bigger things if you widdit
We can be me and you, I know you feel it
You can say, "La la-la la, la la la la"
All you want, you can get it
You can have all my time, let's spend it
The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
Got me screamin, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma"
Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue
Got birds on the side, I don't treat 'em like you
I don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come
They already know they gotta pay for they meals
Say I'm, comin at you with lines, think they lies
Just because I don't match your compatible sign
I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate
Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate
When I put it on you, you throw it right back (ha ha)
Who else you know gon' poke it like that?
And ma I'm gon' show you like that, you be hollerin
"La la-la la, la la la la" - oh yeah, look
Private party, it's just me, you
and the new envy of ours, we won't be sorry
Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley(?)
Y'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par
Look forget my miss, no let's remind miss
And I never let a clown disrespect my miss
I need dat in my life, a G might cry
But you the only one that ever get to see that side
Look, my lady fresh, we ain't gotta rush
We can take baby steps, that may be the best
Hate to repeat myself, I know I already told you
But mom's sayin what's good I'm tryin to know you
If you been for lookin for the right one, well here he is
Ready to take things a little mo' serious
Ain't nervous no more, you heard it all before
Are you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin that velour?
Stop, I'm tired of trickin, I'm tired of pigeons
Need a house with acres to put my wife and kids in
Chefs are good when they gettin right in the kitchen
Babygirl that's the life we'd be livin, overstand somethin
Baby let me be with you more, hold you more
Let me get the chance, I can show you more
Let me get to know you more, I'll be screamin out
"La la-la la, la la la la"
If I could, wife you out, ride this out
You're the only one I wouldn't ride without
I could show you what this life's about
I be screamin out, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma"
This is the type of shit right here, listen
You gotta go to the car wash on this one
Hehe, you can't ride around dirty and dusty and shit
If it just went yesterday, when you wake up
Take it to the car wash
Don't just get the exterior joint neither
We need the-the-the works, the thirty dollar joint
And we need to get the little tree to put up in the rearview
So it's smellin nice and SEXY like when they get inside
Ha ha! Ayy..
[Intro - The Game - talking]
Everything got a future (everything got a future ...)
How you go club or go hood, but go back club on the same song? (club on the same song)
[Chorus - Dominic]
Guess I am a bad guy, I can see you like it
You can be the headline, if I can be your sidekick
Baby this can be the future ('ture, 'ture, 'ture)
Baby this can be the future ('ture, 'ture)
[Joe Budden - talking behind the Chorus]
Hey!
Hey!
Amalgam Digital baby!
Goin, goin, gone (let's go)
[The Game - talking behind the Chorus]
Jump Off
Free World
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Baby girl is addicted (it's okay!), OD
You can have any dude in this world but chose me (oh ...)
You can have any chick in this world but chose her
To play the backseat and direct the chauffeur (uh)
And that ain't just Jazz, ain't down with Okur (I could)
I play publicist and give her exposure
(I mean a) keep you in the latest
(I mean a) damn near waistless
Body like a porn star (whoa, whoa), smile like a waitress (oh!)
Now she turnin me, uh, uh, on, uh, uh, on, uh, uh, on
I mean, why get Club Bed or Club Med? See (when)
We can just club in the bed of my mansion (cheah)
Leave for the weekend, jet to the Hamptons (hey)
Tats on her torso, (I mean), I love how she handle it (oh)
A shoe game, show off, just frontin (what?)
But baby don't blink or you bound to miss somethin, come on
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden - talking behind the Chorus]
Hey!
Hey!
[The Game - talking behind the Chorus]
Jump Off, I got it from here
Double Up! Yeah
[Verse 2 - The Game]
She want to roll with a rock star, fuck I'm him
Coupe, white air, seven five, eight cent
California slim
501 blue, jeans on trim, New York match the brim
Lower than Manhattan (uh), lower than my pants saggin (uh)
Lower than my baby momma leanin in that Benz wagon (yeah)
And you can be heard, Toy Bird slip ons
LV clip ons, haters get shit on!
We roll up, 24's, so what?
Haters all swoll up
Haters want my chain (ka ka), hold up
I'm not that nigga, I'm that nigga, so Jump Off or jump off (uhh)
Once enemies, my nemesis and I
Was stuck in the Genesis, Free World is our reply
Let bygones be bygones, I'm gone
Let all your pain be champagne and Patron
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden - talking behind the Chorus]
Hey!
Baby this could be the
Hey!
Ta ha
Baby this could be the
Come a, come a, come on
Come a, come a, come a, come a, come on (talk to 'em)
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Look she stay back, my baby grownin old
Little bit of cologne, little bit of Patron
Is how I got her home
(I mean a) now you say we spent mad hours on the phone, like we both ain't grown (yeah)
Wrist kind of heavy, I'm a little well known
Matching crosses, different color stones
(what?)
See, in one line I got her to come over
Tell her I'm dumb sober, but hung over
She play the club, sippin on Mimosa (hey)
I can fit your whole crew in one Rover
Just kick your shoes off 'fore you step in
(I mean) the cribs mine and I'm livin like the Jetson
Well let's head OT, cop a one way
Step off the runway like we on the runway
Have your girlfriends thinkin you a runaway
Never mind, I already know what you gon' say (uh)
[Chorus - 2X]
[Joe Budden - talking behind the Chorus]
Cheah
Hey
Cheah
Ta ha
Baby this could be the
Come a, come a, come on, come a
Talk to 'em
Yeah (hey)
I mean, I'm thinkin this can be the
I'm thinkin, I'm thinkin this can be the
Look, I woke up without a heart beat
But I remember we was just in the car deep
Was at a light and got approached by a car thief
He pulled out but didn't ask for no car keys
A loud noise without a voice but I'm tryna scream out shit is not fair
I can't tell you where I'm at or how I got here
Surrounded by all white maybe its just cloudy
Escorted by two men who knew everything about me
Both of them so strong kept saying hold on
Feel like my souls gone naked no clothes on
I know this can't be my fate I scream WAIT!
as they drop me infront of a gate
They left no trace...
I can see my every breath like a cold day
Stood before a man with no face
he said to me...
Please don't make this any harder...
WHO THE FUCK IS YOU?
My child I'm your father...
I only got one dad!
Is that a fact to you? He left you when you was young I brought him back to you
Your real close to heaven, few get to step in
now tell me what you've done to deserve to be let in?
Look I'm far from a christian Not big on religion
But aint done too much wrong my entire time living
Never killed never tried too tho I been lied to
Was once suicidal never read the bible
I always been a care taker tried to nurse people
At times it back fired hurt people hurt people
Plus I never use your name in vain
But you should know everything I'm being asked to explain
I know you stole from your mothers purse
You can't count that, that was way back when!
Its still a sin
But I was ten!
You robbed people, stole
Yeah and YOU made me see jail!
but I also seen you lay your hands on a female
sold drugs to parents none of that was needed
abandenned your child, on every girl you cheated
Done wrong to people that only want the best for you
Any time you thought you were alone I was next to you
When it came to baby moms GOD you gave me the worse one!
but that was your second child Joe you shouldn't killed the first one
I aint have a job aint have a pot to piss in
Look I gave you a gift and you made the wrong decision
Held onto resentments even in doing business
I lead by example, I teach forgiveness your entry can not be Gur-an-teed
not when you live with anger, envy, greed
pride, sloth, lust even gluttony
everything you shouldn't if you woulda joined my company
Look I'm only human I aint perfect.
That I understand. When I take you out a jam
you don't even think to worship, and when you do...
you never talk about what you can do for me its what I can do for you?
I blessed you with health, family and wealth
with all the blessings you received you still always want help
Yeah theres been times in my life I needed help to make money
But why everything I love you manage to take from me?
Yet you stand there an question a nigga that tries hard
and finds a way when you keep dealing them FUCKED up cards!
You make mistakes like ME far as I can see
I think its a mockery whenever rich niggas win the lottery
Gave us Busch twice God I hate to be rude
But you let skinny niggas starve give obese niggas food
THE NERVE of you telling me I don't deserve to stay here
When you gave us drugs and GUNS you put AIDS here!
Take a look at you, your actions are cold hearted
The harsh shit is you bring babies in the world retarded
I know most my actions put me in a cell
But how you mad at me when you put me in the hell
See my child you need gratitude, maybe just a sample
I never give a person anything they cant handle
Don't tell me about everything you had to go through
there's reasons for my actions even if I never showed you
Kept trying with you all you did was hurt me
still gave you chances to prove that you was worthy
and so I sat with you on a train I asked you for change
you kept calling me names. Prolly didnt notice
I was the store clerk, you put the gun to me get money for more work
my child I know you have it in you to indeed stop
this is not your final calling just a brief stop
Hope you heed my words and understand
so when I see you back you should be a better man
look at life different the next time we see each other
there be no need for talk whenever we meet each other
I'd like to welcome everybody, to the Padded Room
[Joe Budden]
Uh, pump it up, you came to get it crunk
A dame to get her drunk, you came to get it on
That's when it all got started (I mean)
Back then I wasn't so cold-hearted (c'mon)
With every stanza came an extravaganza
For every question he got one less answer
I was tryin to be more than cool
Now it was before that, maybe boardin school
That was back when I would wanna danger myself
Maybe it was just to entertain myself
I don't need help, I could change myself
Fuck y'all, I ain't gotta explain myself
Just around the corner, I can hear footsteps
Then we can get on the only nigga in the hood left
So child that ain't listenin ain't mine
For 28 years been a prisoner of the mind am I
[Chorus: Joe Budden]
Now I lay me down to sleep
(And I) I pray the Lord my soul to keep
(If I) If I should die before I wake
(Then what?) I pray the Lord my soul to take
(I mean) Now I lay me down to sleep
(And I) I pray the Lord my soul to keep
(If I) If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
[Joe Budden]
Look, welcome everybody into greater of self but claim center
Even when he can win that nigga won't surrender
Bull's fault, put the wheels in motion
I felt every emotion except devotion
Message in a bottle in the bottom of the ocean
But I can't swim, damnit I can't win, uh
So I don't care how you rate me
It'll take a long time to evaluate me
So if, this be the last time you hear me (nigga)
Just know I got a loved one near me (nigga)
Please don't cry, let her eye get teary
A nigga good, finally I'm somewhere care-free
Past is frightenin but the future's scary
And I'm, gettin to the point that I fear me
In a class all alone, don't compare me
But I, blame God, this is where He steered me
I mean
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
Look, they tell me the eyes is the windows to a man's SOUL
What you happen to see a nigga can't con-TROL
... And I've turned a deaf ear
to any nigga, anybody that'll get my head clear
Why shake the dice if you never gon' roll 'em?
I told 'em that the straight jacket can't hold him
I ain't psycho, don't belittle me now
It's just a title cause they couldn't figure me out
If you give a damn when shit hits the fan
Please know anything I ever did a nigga planned
Tryin to better, high as ever
As I learn how to lie to a lie detector
Still I'm damaged
Say if you stay in that boat long enough you see where the land is
So I'm right where I need to be
Please believe it, believe it please
Let's get on our knees
[Chorus]
[Outro: Joe Budden]
One mo' 'gin, c'mon...
Follow me, let's go
OHHHH!
One mo' 'gin, OHHHH!
Mic check one-two one-two
Can anybody hear me?
Soul to keep, if I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to - uh
Follow me c'mon, uhh, yeah
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Baby girl told me in my sleep I was talkin
So it's only natural I asked her what I said? (said)
She said she woke up when she heard
But she was so damn tired she couldn't make out a word" (out a word)
She said she was tryin to see if eventually I would scream the name of a bird (bird)
I told her that's absurd ('surd), and then gave her the face like "word?" (word)
And then she replied yeah, said it was quite weird, said she was type scared
I said "that's a side effect that you get
when you trade bad dreams for some great nightmares" ('mares)
When I close my eyes (eyes), I escaped the Poltergeist
my escape from reality, just what I needed
Brings me to a place where shorty never cheated (hey!)
And even if she tried and succeeded
In this other world I wouldn't even get heated
Fuck (fuck) the details, I don't care about why
I'm chillin with my grandmother, she ain't die (she ain't die)
I was browsing online and seen Mike on a banner
That said "you can be like me and beat cancer"
Anything I touched, I'd feel (feel)
No inspection but it seemed so real (real)
Was leavin out the casino with a nympho
Yes, Ray it can be so simple (oh)
Here's how I arrive a problem with my kin folk
Learn how to build me a house with no win-dows
And that's when I think I saw a ribbon in the sky but it wasn't from an in-tro
'Cause where I'm at is no rumors or gossip but still got love for Ms. In-fo
She said in my sleep I'd be laughin, but shit be funny to me (oh)
Look, my ice cream was two hundred degrees
if it dripped, I'd get a hole in my dungarees
See, my anonymity is my protection (what else?)
and me and hip-hop have no connection (what else?)
Which got me to reflectin, is that why the mirror won't show my reflection?
When I close my eyes, there's no dollars
so we can scratch that one as an excuse (or)
Or why folks do the things they do (or)
or why people act so brand new (let's go)
I had wings on flyin out a prison with a ratchet
was only there 'cause someone snitched
Look (look here), no one's poor but no one's rich
just my way of creepin if life's a bitch
Took a walk on the ceiling just to get my mind right
That was yesterday (so), so in hindsight
Since I was able to haul off
I took it as God tellin me I'll never fall off (off)
Got rid of name brands in the jewelry (why?)
most people just use it as medicine
Like it take 'em somewhere they ain't never been (but)
but here you better off not better than (oh!)
Stuck in the room with a elephant
Opened the closet and dapped up my skeleton
Had a convo with a man with no ears
And all of a sudden everything became so clear (clear)
Have no fear, I just bought a first class trip to nowhere - everybody goes there
But they don't stay the whole year, me? I got three hundred and sixty-five shows there
My girl said in my sleep, I'd be walkin (walkin), so I ask baby, where I go?
Uh, she said I be walkin slow
but she don't ever want to get out of bed, so she don't know
I went to see a man walkin on water (and)
Asked if he'd ever get things back in order (and)
I've been there two years, over a quarter
But everytime I open my eyes, it's like torture (torture)
He said "please, I gave you a whole 'nother world for you to go do with as you please
Just so you appeased, mixed with a couple of signs about real life while you make believe"
So I (so I), teleported out of there with a grin
Met a bum with a mansion, invited me in
Then (then), we politiced, about politics
Said somethin about Def Jam, I ain't acknowledge it
I went to see a virgin with AIDS, yeah I thought about smashin that (why?)
yeah her ass was fat
So appealin, tattoo on her inner thigh said
"she doin better than she was feelin" (feelin)
I think I seen shorty before (like), maybe in a club or somethin
Or, maybe in VIP, but wasn't nobody there but me
And the club was all red (red)
Then she started playin with my head (my head)
And then I came
Then I asked shorty, "what's her name?"
And it was weird 'cause she fucked around, disappeared (uh, 'peared)
like what a cruel joke (look)
Cig lit but from it was no smoke
Flicked in the ash tray and seen Stack's face
Flash through a school hallway on a half day
Was gettin chased, couldn't tell by who (or)
Then a hallway turned into a cliff (what else?)
Screamin piff before I was dead
Some coward chopped my ass up out that bed
Then baby girl told me in my sleep, I was screamin (screamin)
so I said that's a lie (that's a lie)
She put her right hand in the sky and said "you was, but I don't know
why, got to go, goodbye" (goodbye, goodbye ...)
If I gotta go
Can anybody tell me where
And if I gotta go
Does anybody even care
Lo look look
We gon party like its one nine nine nine
Somethin triggers makin my mind design crime
When at times my minds fine inclinded to find dimes
Resigned from primetime
I need my stars to align when signs say they benigne
Tell whoever cares if a stray happens to hit me
I need to take all the money I made with me
If im heaven bound I'll put a hole in every turncoat
If hell bound im poppin shit thru the inferno
My jargon is im an arsonist
Since 11 when I found out what arson is
Look at me fully styled in that foreign whip
I get a high from it love that johnny carson shit
I got facsination for the aggrvation
Shoot em or ?? I love the fabrication
Waitin on a antedote but I lack the patience
On the second thought got my own vaccination
If I gotta go
Can anybody tell me where
And if I gotta go
Does anybody even care
Problem is im smarter than everybody
But too numb to show it they too dumb to know it
Eventually my a's turned into d's
Eventually my o's made it's way to e
Im tense im not at ease
Theres niggaz with degrees
That aint never made it hot nor turned up the degrees
Theres niggaz with credentials accolates paperwork
But couldnt figure out how to make they paper work
Me I fight to stay alive everyday is work
Especially when they say theres six million ways to murk
I wish the world was more like me
More likely to see thru the eyes that I see
Or be tired like I be
Lets hide our id's
Theres holes in my arms
Untied this iv
At times wish the world would comprehend like I do
Know it sound like I dont wanna mend but I'd like to
If I gotta go
Can anybody tell me where
And if I gotta go
Does anybody even care
I wonder whats behind the clouds
Flew all over the world still I couldnt find out
Maybe im normal and everybody else isnt
Apron on over the stove in hells kitchen
Nails bitten failed livin
Another derailed mission for a nigga jail smitten
Enough to get the pound
If I dont like the shit around me
Maybe I should change the shit that im around
How that sound
[Verse 1]
(Talk to em) We had a beautiful relationship at one point (but then)
Then that shit changed with the quickness
Maybe because I was fucking other bitches (or)
Or maybe we had on business having business
Not the girl that I would want to raise kids with
But still that shit happen regardless (look)
I was so young back then so heartless
The shit I was thinking could have caught me some charges
Listen, I tried to talk to her normally (but)
That shit didn't work for a one second she was on to me
I tried to explain how I ain't have a dollar to my name
Pursuing this rap shit chasing fame
Young dude stressed in the hood
Like Jesus
I ain't ready for no child but she was
When you piss poor
Get to having sick thoughts
While the chick probably sitting there thinking about marriage
I'm thinking abortion like a savage
An on purpose accident to have a miscarriage
Her mother and mine I couldn't end up seeing (plus)
Plus what type of mother would you end up being
You already a psycho I wouldn't let that pass
I ain't think life time bond I thought fat ass
All them times you was pregnant and miserable
All them fights we had that got physical
Every time I sent you packing Piss at you
Like I ain't want to live with you
Yeah I kinda planned that
Inconsiderate
That sounds just like me
(Then you) Then out pushed something out that looks just like me
I grabbed my little dude up
Looked him in his eyes
You can't understand right now I apologize
How could I not want you here and be that selfish
Fuck was on my mind at the time my bad I couldn't help it
[Chorus]
Naw mean I couldn't help it
(Talk to em right quick)
For real I couldn't help it
Even though I tried
Must have been something going on inside
No lie I couldn't help it
I couldn't help it
[Verse 2]
(Talk to em) Now this is how you know we go threw phases
(How) Cause he done sold millions of records
(And then) Plus they done been together for ages
I don't really know how I should say this
Me and ole boy done shared a couple of stages
But he wasn't around when I saw her in Vegas (ok)
She said remember me
I though I shouldn't lie
I looked baby up and down and said should I
Maybe she my ole broad maybe she a singer
I looked down and seen that chunky rock on her finger
She said I'm blinks wife how you been and what your doing here
(Look) I should have asked her that same shit
(Cause) Snoop already told me that bitches ain't shit
And the industry's so small
That's how the game is
When you famous
Everybody's a bilingual plaintiff
And the defendant speaks one language
But we exchanged numbers like fuck it (I mean look)
All we gone talk about is music (And then)
Neither one of us will ever use it (I was wrong)
Shorty she ain't hesitate to use it
Four A.M. where do I began
She's leaving the club I'ma bag the win
She's so aggressive like what room are you in
I ain't answer she said meet her downstairs in ten
So now we totally disrespecting his star
I'm with his bitch
She in his car she said hop in let's head to the strip bar
Bad ass friend with her (den she turned around and) and then she kiss ma
And now I'm so confused
She start telling me bout how she's so abused
How he beats her as how he takes that figure
And in my head I'm thinking about how I don't blame that nigga
We hit the club like everything is wonderful
She's touching me I'm feeling uncomfortable
And then the D.J. threw on something slow
I'm grinding on her friend now she wanting to go
Dude wife start whispering in my ear
I'm starting to see it clear she don't care
Shorty down with whatever
She said let's go to your room all together (and I'm)
I'm sure the two of us will make it worth your while
Now your friend looks great and I really want to fuck her
But I can't be your side dude can't be your lover
Called on my old school trick just to duck her
We got to the room told her I ain't have a rubber
I thought it worked at first (but)
One look disappointed and one looked hurt
But her trifling ass when and made shit worse
She reached down and pulled a few of those from her purse (bioch)
Got on her knees started playing with the head
All her dude's lyrics started playing in my head
Her friend jumps in probable feeling left out
I'm filled with guilt cause all I could think bout was
He has her on T.V. with your kids
I got her on the T.V. in her ribs
Please god forgive
Regret what I did
That ain't the life style I wanna live
Just then I couldn't help it
Ta ha, Ta ha, Ta ha
Naw
I couldn't help it
Mic, ma mic
I couldn't help it
Even though I tried
Must have been something going on inside
No lie I couldn't help it
I couldn't help it
Naw I couldn't help it
Talk to em
[Chorus (Emanny)]
Everydays the same to me
Seven days in every week
Some look forward to it
But I don't change as for the holiday's
You can have your Christmas tree (Hello)
Go get drunk on New Years eve
Some look forward to it (Can anybody hear me)
But I don't change cause every day's a holiday
Hey, Cause every days a holiday
Hey, Cause every days a holiday
[Joe Budden]
Mic check 1212
Mic check 1212
If ain't tell me tomorrow was my birthday I would never know
Understand I'm kinda bad with dates
I don't need a party but a nigga need cake
Cause I got to much on my plate to celebrate
Whole family unemployed
So incomes now a void
Footin everybody's bills
So naturally I'm annoyed
It's like the year kinda flew by
And like a fool I sat back and scrutinized
I'm high beaming on a dark road
All my goals now ashes on charcoal
I spark stogs
Disregard car's
Just cause my hearts cold
I'm carrying cargo
No offense
Don't need a phone call or a presents
I mean honestly I don't want none of ya'll present
Cause I won't pretend like my everyday struggles went away so I'mma treat this like any normal day
[Chorus]
Everydays the same to me
Seven days in every week
Some look forward to it
But I don't change as for the holiday's
You can have your Christmas tree (Hello)
Go get drunk on New Years eve
Some look forward to it (Can anybody hear me)
But I don't change cause every day's a holiday
If they ain't tell me tomorrow was Halloween I'd never known
I've never been the type to keep up with dates so while ah
Everybody is putting there mask on
Nigga I rock mine all year
Just to avoid stares
To come across like a nigga who cares
So to my peers I can look like I'm really sincere
Yeah
Everything's not what it appear
I fear being rare my costume aware
I swear I won't take it off like near
It's weird
Even when I take it off shits near
The summer out fit is sheer
So I dispise the kids cause they know I see them all as me
Don't love ya'll enough to let you see me bare
Let you see how he's impaired
Naw I'm not there
We tend to run from anything weird
At least on holloween ya'll would stay right there
Yeah
[Chorus]
Everydays the same to me
Seven days in every week
Some look forward to it
But I don't change as for the holiday's
You can have your Christmas tree
Go get drunk on New Years eve
Some look forward to it
But I don't change cause every day's a holiday
If I didn't read it was Christmas I'd never known
Maybe I'm wrong I don't give a fuck about dates
So while everybody's unwrapping gifts
I'm trying to capitalize of mine
Just to get some shine
Outta recline while I'm still in my prime
To many time when the date came I ain't have a dime
So I look at my friends with envy
For some reason them getting gifts would offend me
Like there home was perfect
Mine felt empty
They say that it's the thought that counts
I had plenty
Like why
On thanksgiving my family would never visit
And even when they did it always seemed so scripted
Like they was forced to
Like small talk would resolve the 364 days they ain't call you
I should act like ya'll somebody I'm close to
Holidays don't make me socials
I have to be vocal
[Chorus]
Everydays the same to me
Seven days in every week
Some look forward to it
But I don't change as for the holiday's
You can have your Christmas tree
Go get drunk on New Years eve
Some look forward to it
But I don't change cause every day's a holiday
[Joe Budden talking]
You look familiar
I swear seen you some where before are you sure
Are you sure we never meet
Naw I'm not using it for some cheap pick up line
I really think you look familiar
Look she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my
[Verse 1]
She don't gotta a name
So for now lets call her Ashley
Had her gym close on
Seen her when she pass me
Met her up in Exxon
Body was the nicest
Cursing up a storm
She complaining bout the prices
She just left Toronto for Jerz brough a condo
Know everything about her though we never had a convo
Pops wasn't around much
Her mother raised her
Got so much in common that
I don't like to face her
Her parents are dope heads
She dropped out of school to
Got the same tat's at me and I find that unusual
That I smoke cigs stay they're bad for my own health
Said I'll never love me cause I don't love my own self
Gave me the ass the first night and I gladly tossed it
The best part was I didn't even have to ask for it
Her period don't ever come
And when I dick her down she always run
[Chorus]
She be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my
[Verse 2]
She like to scream so the neighbor's might hear her
For some reason like get in front of the mirror
Let me make it clearer
She be making strange request
And I'm not talking bout just pulling on her hair oooooonn
She be saying choke me like I lost all respect
And every time I do marks show up on my neck
She say punch
her smack her
Like I'm an attacker
I say you a fool
I say just do what I asked ya
I be going slow until she tell me do it faster
Every time I'm out with her these nigga just harass her
I don't understand it
She so unattractive
Shorty looking terrible
Plus she come with baggage
I tap it
Though she below my average it deceives me
She be talking marriage saying she'll never leave me
I say I'm gonna bounce
But I say I don't believe me
She fucks me every time she sees me
[Chorus]
She be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my
[Verse 3]
I be wanting ta
Strangle her
Throw her off the balcony
Dangle her
Mangle her
How long have I carried this anger for
How come when we argue
We have to get physical
We crucial conflict
She ends up in critical
Habitual
Happens daily
It's our ritual
But show your face bitch stop being invisible
Is it just my mental
Is she just a symbol
There for me to look at everything that I resemble
Sometimes during sex I blurt another name
Do that mean I look at me and be ashamed
I'm cheating on me
With a hottie
with a body
Who so happen to embody
Everything I so happen to not be
I be tryna leave her
But then I get lenient
And since I'm in this room alone
She become convenient
Then we lie together
Cry together
I swear I hope we die together
[Chorus]
She be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my
[Verse 4]
I finally grew the balls to tell shorty we should separate
Save your breathe nothing you can do to make me hesitate
There no room for me and you to grow
Don't love me then leave me alone do both
Then she apologize for anything that she did
Said with out me she can't think of no reason to live
Said she'll miss getting piped down
The she picked up a shank
I to tell the crazy bitch to put the knife down
Crying
I shadow on her face
Filthy
Feel me if you kill you
It's gonna kill me
Really
She said you neglect me
I said we the same
So whatever you do it's gone affect me
You know I can't let it be
So if we have to stay together just to co-exist then so it is
She said I loved you then hugged me
Took her pants off and proceeded to fuck me
[Chorus]
She be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my
[Verse 1]
Top down with the fresh cut
With A. Baker (Anita Baker) through the speakers, 'Best Of'
A crisp white tee, I'm still feelin' dressed up
Everythin' else healthy, don't get me messed up
A good pair of shades on, you gon always see me in disguise
Not for style, I don't want you to seein' my eyes
But for now, tell God hurry my plans
Cause I just had to bury my man
Us two was on some brother shit
But if I learned anythin', if you take life for granted it'll grant you some other shit
I know I can't be the only one troubled with
I talk 'bout hard shit like I discovered it
Thought I had enough of it, still won't cut a wrist
I just wrote the book, he published it
Simply read holdin' back the years
Cause when I strayed, it looked like he holdin' back some tears, he sayin'
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I feel like it's a ghost behind me
Nudge in my back, got the toast behind me
Clockin' my every move, takin' notes behind me
Crowd laughin', there must be a 'Roast' behind me
But the boy won't bend
Though the road to the riches is startin' to look like it don't end
I'm on 9-5 speedin', truly love it
No idea where I'm goin', that's the beauty of it
But still I'm here waitin' on a sign
Or a F.Y.I. to be notified, cause (WHY)
Do it matter what he got it store for niggas if they too broke to buy
I know I want heart, my back carryin' some tons ya'll
From the devil's bedroom on to his front yard
Pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeur
Let em know before I hop out with him on my shoulder, I said
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Wouldn't be smart to tangle wit ya guardian angel
Not when they got a strangle from every angle, head to ankles
Get mangled, so I don't got shit
My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott shit
Tryin' to be fly every second that the clock tick
But there's a suicide bomber in the cockpit
See my intent is to be content
But that's contingent off fly hoe's usin' ??
Since mama concieved me
Me and dude been stuck in a melee
He's tellin' me I gotta ball like Beasely
But I could give a fuck how a nigga percieves me
So until God retrieves me
I'm followin' behind the nigga that misleads me
If need be, bounce from where he tryin' to keep me
But everytime I try he tells me that he needs me
Tell my mother I'm sorry I never meant to hurt her
And even when I did I never meant to take it further
Tell my father I love him Dot dot etcetera
He use to give me advice like a plethora
I tried to find myself but I'se your replica
I mean I only tried to be what you never was
Tell my older brother I'm bad at being a brother
I know I never told you just how highly I think of ya
Tell my grandmother man she's always been a friend of me
I would've visited more if I wasn't in to me
Tell tre I think his mother is an ass hole
When you get older you might understand how that goes
Tell the hood I left not for greed or wealth
I did it for my own sanity to keep my health
I tired to bring a few with me hoping we can cash in
But all they said is I ain't do it in a timely fashion
Tell music she saved me when shit was adverse
My first love I'd give my life so she could have hers
Tell my friends each one they taught me how to be one
I owe to them part of everything I've become
Tell fame I ain't want it naw keep it a hundred
I tried my best to go and get it but the nigga fronted (so)
I lie dormant Living threw torment
Tell cops I got warrants I don't warrant
Tell the therapist Look I never thought I'd get here
Somebody ask love why she ain't want to live here
So in this place there's a lota pride Anybody thinking they know me
I apologize
Grandpa is 80 plus Still being strong
Tell the fake niggas keep on keeping on
Faithfully tell everybody who hated me
Basically all it ever did was motivated me
They say I'm difficult so to put it simply
Tell the world I never cared it was against me
Tell god to be there in case I fall
Tell the fans I never jipped them I always gave them my all
Tell my girl She put me threw it
But if I had to go threw it with anybody
I'm thankful it's her
Tell every member of my family
For to long I hid behind my own insanity it got me caught up
And somebody tell currency I chased him to the death
I thought I'd catch the nigga till I ran outa breath
Tell my bruises I'm fine I'm good I normally heal quick
Tell the rain come down I need to feel it
I told the nigga give me a hand but he wouldn't
I kept telling myself I can't
Until I couldn't
If niggas want to kill me tell em I already died
Tell anybody that will listen i tried
Till the water ran dry tell the water get the fuck out my eyes
Tell the crust it taste great but I'd much rather the pie
Ask success what I have to do to succeed
Then tell my twin brothers I look at them like my seeds
Ya'll with be the mouths I feed
If a nigga ever tell me how to get rid myself of some of this greed
I tell em that I'm grown really I ain't finish growing
Look tell failure I ain't want to get to know em
Tell the stick up kids to come and get me
Tell the stereotypes I tried them shits on they didn't fit me
Tell who ever I wronged I apologize
They tell me though there bumps in the road
But still I gotta ride they tell me I got a lotta pride
I tell them how the fuck you gone tell me what I got inside
Then they wanna lecture a nigga tell me life is what you make it
That's when I tell them I beg to differ
[Intro: Joe Budden]
Whoo! (Uhh, welcome) Ohhh!
I'd like to welcome e'rybody, welcome e'rybody (yo y-yo yo yo)
To the muh'fuckin Padded Room (yo, y-yo, yo)
[Joe Budden]
How many niggaz fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young nigga, it's a heaven for a G
I'd be a liar if I told you that I never thought of death
My nigga, we the last ones left (l-look) l-look (l-look)
I said - how many niggaz fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young nigga, it's a heaven for
I'd be a liar if I told you that I never thought of death (l-look look)
My nigga, we the last ones left; but life goes on
And I ain't gon' stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall!
L-look, look, look, look
Maybe it started with the rims on the whip
Uh, I lost the Hummer, push the Benz through the strip
But I'll swim with the fish before I lend niggaz shit
Cause personally, they ain't worth the phlegm that I spit
That's why, sometimes I think the end's comin quick
My old ass father shot twins out his dick
So, if they so happen to come out without a older brother
Won't be alone cause comin up at least they'll have each other
At least they'll one another cause life's a muh'fucker
But while I'm here my only job is not to see 'em suffer
Through dope boys, shootouts, stick-ups and undercovers
The world is full of suckers but don't worry, I'm your buffer
Buffer, like I shoulda been for BJ
Well he never listened to nothin we say
(It was) half past 12, midnight on a weekday
Not even 20 hours past his release date, we stay
This nigga hit him up four times, one kick the heart
And that kicked my heart
Call his pops, niggaz pick the phone up
So he can come find his son lyin in his own (blood) blood
On the block that we ran through
House we grew up in, corner we would post on
Shot dead in front of niggaz we would be with
But how the fuck nobody see shit? (nigga)
It's on there to be a brother to his brother lucky
Cause in the belly of the beast I know this shit get ugly
Get on my knees and have a convo with the Lord above me
Maybe sometimes I hear him wrong, I think he sayin "Fuck me"
Only he could judge me, care less what they thinkin of me
Cause honestly I'd be aight if no one ever love me (love me)
I write "I only fear Joe" in blood
Smeared slow on my brain by my earlobe (earlobe)
And I ain't gon' stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall!
Y-yo, yo, yo
All I tried do is raise the bar
See my, weeks is scabbed up, days are scarred
Still I love to see a muh'fucker hate from far
More they talk 'bout me the more I pray for y'all
I mean, I don't get how Prodigy gon' acknowledge me
When the nigga 'bout as big as an apostrophe (ohh!)
For him to possibly think that he is hot as me
is far from a prophecy, it's more like a mockery
Used to be hip-hop to me, 'fore you bombarded me
with everything ass like side of me has gotta be drugs
Four-fifths and snubs, what's that about?
Nigga you can't lift the guns that you rappin 'bout
But real talk, I can't front on your old shit
Now you just old as shit! Not old and sick
'Stead of holdin my dick, here's a better way (dawg)
Never mind me, worry about your Medicaid
... Shit's so unfair
Nigga beats carried your ass most of your career
Wanna blog, here's a reason - I FUCKS "Murda Music"
Anybody ever dissed this nigga is still breathin
Jay-Z, Saigon, Nas already peeled him
2Pac, he ain't alive but you ain't kill him
50 signs the bum only cause where he was from
Put his stamp on a nigga and still nobody feels him
Not a murderer, a gangsta, robber
Washed up 90's nigga, now a gangsta blogger
Me that, underground flow strike like the pound blow
Your sound's old, not even worth a download
I would have niggaz hunt you like a hound's nose
Problem is you pussy, the whole town knows
So why let the body count grow
for some fiend-out nigga now starrin in a clown show (clown show)
And I ain't gon' stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall!
[Verse 1]
Let's look behind the Swarovski crystals
Behind the .50 calibers and the pistols
Misused, pardoned self got to excuse, my issues
For me to have you a ritual
But, I ain't as crazy as I seem to be
It's just that nothin' is the way that is seem's to me
Im feelin' less then, druggin' him up with anti-depressents
In essence im threatenin my character asessment
Truth told, I figure a few hoe's
Mixed with some new clothes should cover my loop holes
If I'm misundersttod or mis-guided
Started when they passed the L' said 'just try it'
When I don't wanna get out of bed I just fight it
Sometimes I don't eat for days I just diet
Only live once so if I just like it
I aint even checkin' the price, I just buy shit
I'm thinkin that will just hide it
But all it takes is life to ignite shit
I'm thinkin' bout death wonderin' how I'm gonna go
I can't be insane for just wantin' to know
In my head I die often, I used to think of suicide often
Good suit on and a nice coffin
But, that ain't somethin' I would try myself
Still they lock me in this room all by myself
I need a... think I need a.....
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
They say my symptoms are aggressive
They titled me a compulsive obsessive slash manic depressive
They trying to tell I'm a con and I game niggas
That's one reason I dont even entertain niggas
Not important who they are I won't name niggas
They like to say I got a tendency to blame niggas
I keep fuckin' shit up but keep tryin'
If ya'll would just trust me I wouldn't just keep lyin'
If I had bread I wouldn't be in debt
Let me clarify get in Def
I feel like every time I been less
When ever I invest whenever I inset I feel I'm innept
I try to make them understand but they just won't incept
I tell them four million others I am the templed
There ain't no book that tells a story there ain't no index
We got some different type of cuts and no they ain't princess
All this indigest seemingly in less
How I take in stress when I always went best
Aching in my chest and yet it still won't break me
They say the room is padded for my own safety
But the cushion don't soften shit
They locked the door but still they let my thoughts in it
And no one can tell me why I'm here
I can't even see the sky from here
I guess my time is near
[Joe Budden]
GIVE IT AWAY NOW!
L-look look look look look
I can't call it,
I always seem to take one step backward and five steps forward,
Nothing to gain, its like everything mortgaged,
Ya'll can love me or ya'll won't, go ahead talk shit,
Cautious, report shit, live out of hell,
Since all my dudes either alive or outta jail,
Won't fold, won't curl, no wonder all this weights on my shoulders,
I'm sitting on the bottom of the world,
They say, tears are words that your mouth can't speak,
Rubber on every arm could fire but cant reach,
I say, streets learn you what the schools can't teach,
My job is to get a gospel that the church won't preach,
Something like a rock star, keep the live band,
Just sub my true religions for they're skin tight pants,
Ass on my wife, no nice implants,
I mean no accessories, the crime's been an accessory,
It's a thinking man's world, shit is chess to me,
So let the king move mean time, let it be
[Chorus]
(According to Phenom its Drew Hudson, blame him if wrong)
It's the Junk Yard Gang, Drew Hudson repping Jersey,
Revers the psyche on life and do the mic dirty,
Tired, hungry and thirsty, motherfuck fame,
Matter of fact, when this verse ends forget my name,
It's the message, not the man,
The vision, not the plan,
No glits, no glam, just pure connection with the fans,
Half your downloads get deleted with the spam,
These dudes keep it so real they come across fake,
Straight boring, ignore these wack bastards,
Approaching to forwards(?) as frauds(?) is ass backwards,
I just vividly spit it to pick it differently,
Rip all the vodka, swig it then pissing on negativity,
The pen is mightier than the trigger,
Strike em when I spit,
Real catchy huh?, I don't even like that shit,
What I like, a rock flow that's lava, melotic
With a high dose of more(?) fire(?),
The fire and the rain, the fire in my veins is hot,
Can't be stopped with fire brigades,
UUUHHHH!
No image, im livin every synonym twisted in this syllable spliff six a them hits I'll leave you lifted
All heart and gut,
Feeling the hunts adrenaline rush, come on,
The shits heating up,
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
L-Look look
I wear a K as a weapon,
Eye in through scope 'case my foes at the top of my stair way to heaven,
And I, pop a big step, dressed in my fly shit,
Ipod, headphones on bumping my shit,
I never cared, I was careless,
Fear being afraid, OR maybe im afraid to be fearless,
OR fear being fearless but fearful,
So even in my carelessness, got to be careful,
I'm like, who's that looking threw my peephole?,
When did my alter-ego get a ego?,
He wants the rims chrome,
Me im trying to push the pedal till my foot's on the ground like a flintstone,
Bluetooth, my girl on the horn bickering,
But even though when she scream, I hear it like whispering,
I been around noise all my life,
I've been poised baby all my life,
Just let me live my life,
Live yours, make your own highlight,
Then, meet me at the top like a butterfly knife,
Then, learn how to see without eyesight,
If, at first you don't succeed then try twice,
See I don't write it I will it, reel it, real shit,
Paint a masterpeice then unveil it.
Come I'm 'bout to reveal it,
Destroy it, rebuild it,
Conceal it, before another nigga steals it,
Milk shit, not a pessimist, im a realist,
When you think you on, I go and hit the killswitch,
Drummer rockin, he's ill bitch,
If they sleep dont wake em just drill shit(?)
See I'm something they got to deal with,
[Joe Budden]
Joey, uhh...
Uh, one question
Now who rep Jersey like me?
Baby few dudes ain't worthy like me
You know I keep somethin pretty by me
Good pair of frames, Polo white tee
Y'all see somethin with a body have her my queen
Extra small waist, top lookin like D's
Y'all don't cuff 'em or make 'em wifey
Cause you ain't Coco and I ain't Ice T
So it's unlikely, I trick on her tryin to ball
Tattoo on her back said China Doll
Joey! Talk to 'em like Imus y'all
And give head to a brother, need a Tylenol
And let's keep what we do on the low
No entourage, just a one-man show
Let's break out from the club around 4
But it's just one thing that a nigga must know
Can we
[Chorus]
Touch, go, touch and go
Touch, go, touch and go
Touch and go, touch, go
Touch, go, touch and go - HERE WE GO!
(She said she had a man but so)
(There's just one thing that I really must know - can we)
Touch and go, touch, go
Touch, go (can we) touch and go - HERE WE GO!
[Joe Budden]
I mean I've been seen the broad, you just met her
I'm in the 'tel with her, you just text her
You just chase her, you just sweat her
She played you out, you just let her
You just peck her, you protect her
I don't even understand them gestures
I undress her, throw her on the dresser (and)
Normally the room like like Esther
But if she act up, gotta check her
R.L. +Next+ her, that's just my regular
Et cetera, my service like Federer
The Rodger cat, now do you roger that?
Let's keep what we do on the low
No entourage, just a one-man show
Let's break out from the club around 4
But it's just one thing that a nigga must know
Can we
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
How you doin tonight?
Matter fact, what you doin tonight?
If the answer's nothin
I'm hopin us two could get into somethin
So let me know what you doin tonight
Or, maybe I'm what you doin tonight
Call me up naked when she home alone
And make the tone long, now that's the phone bone
Look - I ain't gotta compliment you
Uhh, me bein me compliments you
So on the balcony or in the tub
On the plane join the Mile High Club
From the club to the bathroom stall
Whenever we'll hook up she ain't wearin no drawers
Ooh baby I likes it raw
But keep that behind closed doors, my door
[Chorus - 2X]
[Joell Ortiz]
Aiyyo Joey what you said, 24 right?
Aight cool, I got you
Uhh, I define gutter - every time I rhyme
I climb up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered
But I'll be fine brother - my mind hovers
above all you jive suckers wishin, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me, I'm throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggaz lyin
They fifth is lyin in the second drawer next door to some bullshit they iron
Y'all be makin up stories the little kids is buyin
I do everything my +Penn State+ like a Nittany Lion
I ain't gotta mention the streets on a song
to get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong, pause
Veterans co-sign me, the up-and-comers scared
The pretty girls go "Papi, here's my underwear!"
Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a rapper
But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor
I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is plasma
You're Atari 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us the gap's so crazy
I'm Gucci, Louis V; you're Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you attract no ladies
You're suburb, I'm gutter where the gats go crazy!
[Nino Bless]
Look, you know, look
Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be Pun's successor
That term's done fucker, what up whatever
You birds is food, I'm about to pluck some feathers
I'm young and clever, plus clutch under pressure
Yup! Who does this better?
Walk around with medal all on me like the front of Shredder
I lust for cheddar you owe me
Leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm somethin, like a phenomenon
Droppin bombs for fun then dine in hell during Ramadan
Whatever I'm rhymin on or whoever
I tear 'em apart; swear on my pops
No, fear in my heart, shit, been through it all
Done swam with the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest piff
off of a brick of hash mixed with acid hits like sick cracker shit
Get back, dumb birds I ignore the hype
Click-clack, Yung Berg'd if you flossin ice
Dawg, cross me twice, can't afford the price
It'll cost you, I'll off your life!
You soft, I told you I'm raw white when I'm on this mic
Still mourn at night, don't wanna see mornin light
And I feel like I'm forced to fight
When the (Chips) are down like Ponch fallin off his bike (AHHH!)
Of course my metaphors are type awesome, right?
I got 'em in awe, my aura's Jordan like
What's really poppin? Who diddy-boppin?
You wasn't really, now you all Common and really conscious
I ain't with that silly nonsense, I really pop shit
My gun stay cocked like Biggie's optics
I, I stay evolvin but grown bitter
On your grave they're carvin "Fucked with the wrong nigga"
[Crooked I]
I don't write I kill a pen, leak its blood on the page
I breathe bars like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage
Instrumentals get fucked on the stage
A pedophile unless I dig in the crates and fuck with somethin my age
Forever vow, to never smile when I'm at peace
Only when I'm eatin the deceased like quiche
Only when my enemy's internal organs are a smorgasbord in a feast
The Dahmer with melanin led 'em in the belly of the beast
You'll be missin until fishermen see your corpse
I'll be in Michigan stickin a chicken in my Michelin
ready to pigeon pitch again from Switzerland to New York
I was whippin Bentleys before them pictures up in the Source
I'm a gorillas behind these bars, on some zoo shit
Shoot you while you're talkin on some news camera crew's shit
Sicker than flyin in past tense on some flu shit
Day-old asshole flow, I drop new shit!
Exclusive! You don't want it in fact
I'll have the doctors operatin on the front of your back
Tryin to keep your stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin your body, he don't wanna go back
That's when the tunnel go black; I send your soul to the atmosphere
Fuck outta here, and your ringtone rap career!
It's Crooked I, the face of Eastside Long Beach
Put your ear to the street so you can hear my heartbeat
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Nickel! Yeah
I hope niggaz know I'll show up to your show
I'll show up where you go, show up to your do', fo's will explode
shells 'fore they hit the flo', I know niggaz know
I got a open window flow, I air shit OUT
In the D they used to call me Mayor Royce
Now they call me Clay Davis
Guess why? "Sheeeeeeeeeeee-it"
Cause when it come to them words you know I wear shit out
I write rhymes like, white lines on a nose tray
Ice cold Ice Cube flow like O'Shea
Ridin shotgun with Chris Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm down for the (Coldplay)
Forever stay violent, better stay silent
Hammers stay hummin like strummin the mandolin violin
Speakin of, I done played a tune of violence
More than my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap niggaz up, clap niggaz up, scrap niggaz up
Either that or we gon' slap niggaz up
Dump dirt on you - right before I go
into my Maino mode if I smell the scent of Yung Berg on ya
'Til it ain't no mo', ain't no dough
Get into his ass cause I ain't opposed, I'm a livin anal probe
I'm a lame-ophobe, matter fact my nigga JumpOff
Can I keep goin? (Why the fuck not!)
When I was a teen, I used to pack a three-eighty
Now I'm spittin sittin between Shady and Jay (ohh!)
I pull the jeans down on my bitch and then wave
Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she ain't shave
I leave the booth smellin like somebody ain't sprayed
I would talk about Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm like Marty McFly goin back in time
and dissin his momma nigga you can't fade me
[Joe Budden]
They say he a bastard for real, then they see the ass on his girl
So they wonderin, why's he so mad at the world?
I take it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it
So even to the producer it's hard to I.D. it
Bars tremendous, it's in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your best Bush rendish
Endless, move more than two inches
My blood'll boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this or see me mañana
Or see the speed of a llama, underground primadonna
That ain't hard to find, pop a E in a Honda
with hands like E. Honda, he a monster!
I love war, it's like my pet peeve kinda
But for us to even BEEF you should be honored!
My DICK gettin hard, I see vagina, pause
Nah, rewind each line each time
Speak mine and meet 9, mano a mano
When it rains it pours, grab a teflon poncho
You now fuckin with Mouse, the head honcho
Nigga I could fix yo' house in my condo!
I walk around like ratchets been legalized
Just me and the desert eagle, and an eagle eye
Closed casket, now you havin a boxed wake
Zipper over your head, dudes callin you Crotchface!
So y'all could bump "Swag Like Us"
But the next time rap's discussed, add this as a plus
Don't nobody hit the pad like us
And would get up in that ass but the fag's might bust (bust)
And since poppin tags is a must (what?)
I hit the bank - all I do is withdraw
Chicks removin their drawers now, your crew is in awe
How you ball? Your jewels from a cubicle in the mall
You gon' need another processor, to process it
I'll set it, I said it!
So keep runnin around hot-headed, 'til you get hot leaded
'Til everything but your torso on you is prosthetic
Digest it, niggaz is pie-thetic
Rap what you can't afford, y'all must got credit
All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless and Joell
With Joe spell, NO L!
[Verse: Joe Budden]
Look...
Sometimes I wanna make money,
But sometimes I ain't motivated
Sometimes I think it's overrated.
Sometimes I'm thinkin' I wasn't supposed ta' make it
But what I show is basic, I normally pokerface it. (What else?)
Sometimes I wanna make music
Sometimes I think it's jus' useless.
So y'all don't hear alot of new shit
Clueless, dependin' on what my mood is.
Sometimes I wanna dress-down
I mean I wanna let-up, but'chall be let down.
I'm so easily sidetracked
I jus' lost my train of thought, but besides that...
I wanna stop somebody an' keep it real
But know that they'll understand 'fore I tell 'em how I feel.
I wish I knew how it'd feel
I swear I needed somethin' from the store.
Got a call that I jus' ignored, my day's hectic
I'm overwhelmed wit' thoughts, leave a message.
This Saturday I... plan ta' go shoppin' for my kid
Wanna smoke, no cigs., I'm like where the fuck's the store?
Got a migraine, but I forgot that I was sick
'Cause these jeans don't seem to lay right over my kicks.
An' this'll be the last time that I buy this brand
That I try this brand, oh shit, the bitch called me.
She seems like the perfect girl ta' cheat wit'
Sleep wit', I bet that she can keep a secret.
I turnt' the radio on an' heard a beat, sick
Know I could kill that shit better than he did.
Sometimes I could be so analytical (why?!)
Wit' no audience, so who am I a critic to? (Nobody)
I'm so easily sidetracked
I jus' lost my train of thought, but besides that...
I spent years try'nna figure out why's that
Beat of my drum thrown off by a hi-hat (oh!)
I should hit the club, get a outfit
But fuck that, the lifestyle ain't about shit.
That no longer gets me up, it don't arouse shit (why?)
See, I'm on my OnDemand in the house shit.
I've lost so many relationships (tell me...)
Is it jus' because I don't relate ta' shit?
(Me I) Me I... I hate ignorance so much
I'm prayin' for niggas that didn't grow much.
Maybe our whole generation was raised wrong
I'm only responsible for me, I gotta' stay strong.
I'm so easily sidetracked
I jus' lost my train of thought, but besides that...
I spent years try'nna figure out why's that (why?)
But besides that...
I'm so easily sidetracked
I spent years try'nna figure out why's that (why?)
I'm so easily sidetracked
Cig's still unlit, lookin' at a pic of a man cross-eyed
On my way ta' kill the nigga 'till the thought died
(Or...) or it's a lie, I'm jus' hogtied
Got frog-eyes 'cause chick wit' the phatty walked by.
Nice complexion, nice tan an' so behind her I ran
'Till I seen her destination was a man.
(So) In the street I stand, wit' my heat in hand
For what reason, I don't remember beefin'.
Note to self on my hand: Get even
But I don't remember needin' re-venge.
Now anybody comin' toward me, I'm reachin'
Leg bleedin', (so) fuck it -
I'll retrace my steps followin' the path of my blood leakin'
Lead me ta' Juan's house, which I visit every weekend.
[Verse 1: Heartbreak]
Be advised, this kid is on his grind
If greatness is what'chu seek, I'm the nigga you will find (me!)
I'm lyrically inclined, rap's like catchin' a fish wit' no hook;
You can't get 'em on the line.
Givin' a little time, Jersey City will prevail
The writtens I'm spittin' sound like I'm fishin' for a whale.
(Uh-huh) Of course I'm sicka', my flow off the Richter
I'm forcin' niggas ta' get up in the Scale.
I gotta' excel, so I sell Ecs.
You're like Nextel, who you gonn' tell next (who)?
Can't grind off packs 'cause y'all watchin' 'em
I ain't seen a dime off rap 'cause y'all droppin' 'em.
I go hard on tracks, think of the buck from it
An as far as rats, I hope the fucks from it (fall).
I like ta' mix karate wit' gunplay
So all you dumbfucks get nunchucked an' gunbutted.
The opposite of what'chall embrace
The game wants lames that'll march in place.
I'm one of the last from the Garden State
That spit like he in a jungle goin' hard wit' apes, nigga.
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
L-Look, Look...
Comin' up, used ta' grab the pound for a dollar
Overseas now, prefer the pound over the dollar.
Fuckin' wit' that water, you get drownt' somethin' proper
He act like an inmate, but sound like a scholar.
I mean... hoppin' out chain danglin', poker grill
Sober still, except for an occasional dose of pills.
Show the steal, all of it 'till it's overkill
For Oprah bills I'll turn this bitch inta' Cloverfield! (Nigga!)
I understand why niggas ain't try'nna bond wit' me (why?)
Fresh as a fuck, ay'day is like the prom fa' me.
Rappers ain't fond of me, fuck them! My ma' should be
The game's fixed anyway (an') you could ask Tim Donaghy.
I'm on some all kinda' weed, sleep where the Piraña's be
An' honestly (fa'real), I'm ay'thing dudes is try'nna be.
I get money an' haul off (now...)
While they at rock bottom, the poor guys can't even fall off.
(Joey!) I'm all Spartan, avoid ya four sparkin'
'Cause ay'thing is funny 'till a nigga's George Carlin!
Not greedy, I jus' want a fortune of the fortune
If all rappers do is record, why would I call 'em?
Look, I ain't heard of that (naw!)
An' these hater's Killin' Me Softly, but I don't mind takin' on Roberta's Flack.
I'm known ta' 1-8-7 murda' tracks
[Hook: Emanny]
She said she wanna go somewhere (and get familiar)
Joe no good (but I want'cha)
I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
I said I want a one night (oh!), a one night (oh!), a one night fuck.
See I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Look, look, look...
Ay' place I go I got ho's there.
How you gonn' go there -
Model face hopped on the scene stupid
Made for TV, should come wit' theme music.
She play the club on a regular basis (I mean...)
Had some work done in a few different places.
I knew it when I seen how small her waist is
Tasteless, but no matter what'chall taste is
Y'all would wanna taste it
Macy's make-up, shorty work the dayshift
Play like she evasive.
You know 'er type, always front like you can't get it
Even though I heard the stories how my man hit it.
My man did it in front of the cam wit' it
He said he jizzed on 'er, sent 'er 'bout 'er damn business.
I see 'er out an' I don't even say hi
You Barkley an' Wade 'er; put 'er in your fav. five.
But I'll be a liar ta' say that she ain't fine
So I answer when she call an' hit me wit' that same line.
C'mon.
[Hook: Emanny]
She said she wanna go somewhere (and get familiar)
Joe no good (but I want'cha)
I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
I said I want a one night (oh!), a one night (oh!), a one night fuck.
See I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Yo,
She keep the shades on, lookin' like she high or somethin'
Love the strip clubs, I think that she bi or somethin'.
Brandnamed out, closet full of lavish furs
'Cause dude's trick on 'er, she act like the cash is hers.
Not at all player, I'll still jump, not foreplay 'er (dawg...)
She'll fuck you if you could jump, you know, ballplayer.
Share taker lookin' for a caretaker (ta' what?)
Ta' lace 'er once a week, take care of that hair an' make-up.
Somethin' like a cash cow, drink 'till she pass out
I think I seen 'er online wit' 'er ass out.
Freak shit, but look better than broads
Give head better than broads
Pussy get wetter than broads.
So naw, can't come at baby on some cheap shit
Now ay'body beat it, she come off conceited.
Peep it, if she gonn' be the one you leave wit'...
Do it on the low an' keep that chy'alls lil' secret.
[Hook: Emanny]
She said she wanna go somewhere (and get familiar)
Joe no good (but I want'cha)
I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
I said I want a one night (oh!), a one night (oh!), a one night fuck.
See I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Naw'mean?
That be his favorite girl.
Look...
I mean, B Cup, C Cup, D Cup, curves
Groupie, chickenhead, jumpoff, birds.
Ay'body onta' me, so I already know when she come onta' me
She gonn' say she don't do this normally.
You got 'er at the Steakhouse doin' it formally (me?!)
I('ll) give her takeout, she'll take the place of a porn for me.
I see Diddy ho, try'nna be in videos
Real popular, she the one the whole city knows.
Say it to 'er face, she gets defensive, lawyer
Sendin' naked pics, exhibitionist, voyeur.
Know the routine, so she leave when we finished
Then I lie everytime like, "I'mma call you in a minute", fa'real.
[Bridge To Hook: Emanny]
It's obvious that the girl is poison
She already ran through all my boys an'...
I know that it would be best jus' ta' stay away
But she's tellin' me...
She said she wanna go somewhere (and get familiar)
Joe no good (but I want'cha)
I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
I said I want a one night (oh!), a one night (oh!), a one night fuck.
See I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
[Opening: Joe Budden]
Uh...
Can't even really be rap.
You can't even really act like you gotta' get it in wit'out a... uh.
(Wait a minute!) Cocksuckers (oh ye'), pause.
(Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2 [x4]) It's ya man, Joey!
Reportin' live from the slums (wait a minute!)
Reportin' live from the belly of the beast (wait a minute!)
Reportin' live from a hood near you (it's... it's...)
Or maybe not so near you.
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
L-Look, look...
First off, I'm not competin', I'm more like stampeding
I'm more like steamrollin' (or...)
More like puttin' my foot on the neck of the game until I see it chokin'
I hol' on for dear life, (I mean uh...) the flow is air tight an' the bars are bar none
Regarded as the one, fuck music, it's a art ta' son, let's rewind.
See, I was born in the projects, left for a new hood
Jetted ta' a new state, lookin' for a new pace.
Diamond in the rough, I stood out amongst the food cache
Swear a friend a mine headlined every news page (jhea').
Wit' dreams of bein' wealthy
You now checkin' out the new Jersey version of Peter Petrelli.
But wait! Wit' a lil' Travis Barker on the side
'Cause when it all falls down I normally survive.
I'm try'nna see a new tax bracket
So I'll never have ta' grab matics
I ain't concerned wit' no rap racket.
So y'all could take my name through the mud an' drag it
Spread it ta' the masses, (I'mma) I still play it passive.
I got no choice but' walk around wit' the lead on me
Life is way too short, too many dead homies.
(Or...) plus, wit' all the money I invest
Everyday a nigga die for less!
(So...) so, if a nigga wann' go ta' war, wave hi ta' Death
I mean He lives right next ta' me, so He ain't a threat ta' me
[Hook]
He's a beast, he's a monster, he is insane!
He's an animal, he cannot be tamed!
What rapper you know'll straight feast on a lame
An' rock on a track, beast on the game!
(Damn right I'm on my grind,
Look like some shit is on my mind. x2)
Yeeeeeah!
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
L-Look, look...
I'm still livin' life in the fast lane (oh!)
Still plottin' on my big money scheme like he Wesley an' Woody thinkin' how ta' rob a cash train.
Shittin' on ho's that'll act fain
'Till the whole World know his last (wait a minute!)
Still spit like it ain't no ta'morra'
It ain't over y'all, underrated so I overcharge.
Ol' Dodge, radio off, fuck a station
Get ta' know me through the music not a publication (naw).
It's no justification, (but a...) mean enough wit' the waitin'
(I mean I...) I lost all my just an' my patience.
That came wit'out the crown or the chair or the robe
Nigga, I don't care what'chu sow (wait a minute!)
They let the beast outta' the cage, look at the hunger
Got'chur self inta' some shit, look at the plunger.
I'm talkin' 'cause I'm livin' it, entrepreneur Steve Rifkind shit
Though a few haters wann' Kinder it.
I'm comin' wit' some different shit
An' these offices all about my paper, that's that dunder mifflen shit.
Rapper on 'roids, sick wit' the thoughts (but...)
But managed ta' keep my name out the mitchell report.
See I'mma inspiration for a whole generation
Even when I'm gone, but my message is indication.
Then you too can attain the unattainable
(But...) fuck try'nna explain the unexplainable!
[Hook]
He's a beast, he's a monster, he is insane!
He's an animal, he cannot be tamed!
What rapper you know'll straight feast on a lame
An' rock on a track, beast on the game!
(Damn right I'm on my grind,
Look like some shit is on my mind. x2)
[Hook: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
(Going... going... gone)
Look, look, look...
See, I don't trus' no one (talk to 'em)
So stubborn -
I could dream a thousand paths, wake-up an' walk a ol' one.
(Why?) An' I follow wherever it take me
Insteada' wherever the crew go like Tre Lee.
They see distinguished
I see a nigga erasin' that fine line between crazy an' genius.
Got the jewels out, see 'em on my Colorado shit (but...)
I'd rather put the suit on an' not follow it. (Look)
Ay'thing is perception, (I mean...) ay'thing is deception (but...)
When niggas fuck wit' 'em 'cause I be the exception
(Look) I got a warm reception way before any song hit
I think too outside of the box ta' be cornered
(I'm) Too real ta' be fickle
Grounded, but too fly ta' meet a nigga in the middle
Too big ta' be belittled.
Wise way beyond my years, here's the motto of a manchild:
Why try ta' fit in when you a standout? Oh...
[Hook: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Uh, you in that mood yet?
Why not?
Look...
They said I had ta' make music that would have the kids feinin'
Screamin', make nuttin' wit' a meanin'
(But..) I ain't know the meanin'.
They told 'em go Hollywood
For a split-second thought I prolly' could
But pollee on, would I be understood?
Tol' me even if you not able ta' cop cable
Ay'time you hit the club you better have a table.
Tol' me they won't take me at my worse
Tol' me "image is everything"
(So I...) Tol' 'em I'd obey my thirst (whoa!)
Tol' me do what'chu gotta or what'chu on
Hit the scene, make it rain -
I told 'em I'm already in the storm.
Ay'thing's in an uproar (whoa)
They tol' me front, I said what for? (I mean whoa)
Said it again, I said, fuck y'all!
I won't succumb to all the stereotypes
Won't sacrifice me for what the stereo hypes.
They tol' me get in where you fit in -
This is what's in demand now
(So I...) Tol 'em why try ta' fit in when you a stand out? Oh...
[Hook: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Naw'mean?
Yo...
I understand some's off 'bout me, but nuttin's false 'bout me
I never gave a fuck of what a nigga thought 'bout me.
(Oh!) I look down upon what some see as a must
Maybe I'm regular an' the World needs to adjust.
I mean I'm everyday people, hood, but still formal
I'm normally abnormal, takin' life as a lesson.
I'll leave the past in the past, Tomorrow's not promised
An' Today's just a gift, I guess that's why it's the present.
Did I outgrow me or shit jus' didn't stick
The baggier my jeans, the more shit didn't fit.
(But I!) Didn't quit, inspired by hate, even wit' homeless
When you a star you already down wit' The Joneses.
My thoughts outloud - (I mean...)
Sometimes if the leader walks slow enough, he fuck aroun' gets lost in the crowd
But he ain't gotta speed-up, ay'thing'll pan out (why?)
'Cause they'll spot'chu from far when you a standout.
[Hook x2: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
[Intro: Joe Budden]
I hear what nigga's sayin'.
Nigga's gonna' talk to me like...
Like when I come on the plane an' shit, Louie's on.
When I sit out in front of the muh'fuckin' plane wit' the daily news wit' my legs crossed an' shit.
Wanna' act like I ain't earn my seat, when I'm watchin' muh'fuckas walk to the back an' shit, when it's Coach.
You Pat Riley in that shit, nigga.
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Look here
Look, look...
I get a ghetto gospel
Only right considerin' the ghetto was my hostile.
Memory is gone, but I'm recallin' all through highschool
Even at my lowest, I was sittin' on my highstool;
That's what bein' high do.
If I couldn't do shit, was always able ta' toke
They tol' me that a nigga die 'fore I was able ta' vote.
'Prolly 'cause me an' my constituents
An' all the shit we did
The MRI couldn't tell you what the issue is.
Wit' my treason came a cause that I believed in
Is it really wrong if a nigga got a reason?
At times I had ta' take doe
Nigga did whatever for a peso
Bein' from the hood'll be my scapegoat.
A "can it be", 'cause I wasn't born into a canopy
Maybe I was prone to fallin' in love wit' vanity.
Tell me shit'chu reap is the shit'chu sow
Tell God I'm better than the shit I show
I gotta grow, c'mon.
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Whoa...
Now look...
Now niggas say I floss too much
So... has he changed?
'Cause I don't think that thousand-dollar T cost too much.
All they should say is that he strong
Came out the fire unscathed, ye', I carried on
Lu Vuitton carry on.
[??] wit' my blessing's at a delay
Now ta' lace my chick in [??] is sorta' cliché.
Plane ain't gonn' ever land, less it's in the Netherlands
Twenty on that goldface, Breitling wit' the leather band.
Ask for a better hand
I tried collidin' wit my problems, ye', I never ran
That'll make me less a man.
I ain't go from not havin' it ta' bein' arrogant
I dreamt, went grabbin' it, jus' bein' passionate.
Some niggas get complaints an' why...
Dude's is newborn birds, jus' afraid ta' fly.
If you're foot's on the breaks, can't ride.
Me, I spread my wings, inhale an' embrace that high!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Give it away, give it away, give it away now [x3]
Look, look, look...
Part of me was gruesome
I ain't changed, I grew some
An' if I did change, I welcomed that shit to come.
Dudes that smoked trees wit' me
Dudes that used ta' be wit' me
They say I switched up on 'em an' did a three-sixty.
'Cause I don't burn it down
But to me it's commonsense -
You wann' see the otherside, gott' turn aroun'.
Show 'em your game face -
I tell 'em we was on the same track, but wasn't runnin' that same race.
Weighin' in the same space, but I ain't gonn' change pace
Some' won't let me slowdown, I can't explain fate.
So don't say I went from broke ta' booshie
I'm far from highend I jus' know what suits me, muh'fucka.
[Joe Budden: ad libs]
[DJ On Point: talking over Joe Budden]
This shit right here in called Young Niggaz
Shout out to my nigga Ron Browz on the beat
Whole Monie Ave, I see you
(DJ ON POINT)
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Yo, my struggle's a little different
Y'all niggaz was selling, I was sniffin
Psyche, rewind it, I'm just kiddin (OH!)
I was hangin with old cats, tryna put my bid in
Same safe you was stackin in, I was tryna get in
Y'all was fuckin with pigeons (naw)
I was on Malcolm X, lookin for a jar for my cig to get dipped in (OH!)
Was still spittin, before the video vixens
Around the time Ewing had got dunked on by Pippen
Niggaz was still pitchin
I was stealin money from my moms anytime she left her purse in the kitchen (that was fucked up)
Guzzlin a fifth and
I was high as a fuck, OD'n on Visine, so my eyes wouldn't glisten (OH!)
Moms still bitchin
She thought I knew better, but I didn't
She tried to talk to 'em, wouldn't listen (listen, wouldn't listen)
It's almost like somethin inside of me kept itchin
I thought the streets loved me, naw who was I kiddin? (kiddin)
God lookin like the devil (oh)
Sendin me to the pawn shop anytime I found shit that looked like metal
I dropped outta school, naw not to be cool
I was sittin there bored, thought all y'all was fools
Fuck I wanna read up on "Romeo & Juliet"
Way back, I ain't even have my first toolie yet
Angie ain't even make that knife go through me yet (talk to 'em)
Matter fact, I ain't even smoke my first bollie yet
Tried to have it wrapped, but things wasn't a doobie yet
What was comin for me, but naw it ain't subdue me yet
[Chorus: Joe Budden]
Young niggaz, know I used to be a young nigga
I used to pop off to prove I ain't the one nigga
B and E's, stick ups and dirty guns niggaz
This before I finally had my little young nigga
Young niggaz, God keep me from these young niggaz
Not the smart ones Lord, just the dumb niggaz
Might have me thinkin I'm still one of them niggaz
Shit changed from when I used to be a young nigga
(You know why his name is On Point, cause he On Point pussy)
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Yo, aiyyo
My first time locked up, I was a child
Met up with mad niggaz I ain't seen in a while (yeah)
And it wasn't bad bein locked in with them (but)
But couldn't fathom lockin in at 10
Like fuck readin a book, sat on my bunk, mad time to get my thoughts straight
One month, one shower, still without a court date
Just bags of nicotine, rollin paper
Did pull ups, push ups, how the fuck'd I get here?
War stories, you hear a lot of shit here
Great place to visit, but naw don't wanna live here (live here...)
Naw gotta get my mind in a new place
Grimey ass niggaz stealin my socks and toothpaste
Can't ever remember feelin such neglect
But snakes get snaked (dog), what the fuck'd I expect? (expect)
I thought if anything I had earned niggaz respect
But niggaz hung up soon as they heard "Collect"
Had my mag with the tits out
O.G.s' said to me the streets don't love you, they'll be there when you get out
Bunch of the same people, stealin the same space
A few of 'em'll die, a few will take your place
I prayed to God that I never catch another case
Cause CO's just treat us like we rats in a maze
You wonder why Joey always hype and smilin (why?)
I was this close to Rikers Island
Was bein on Rikers, wilin (wilin)
I've been through way worse shit than havin a few gripes about my album (c'mon)
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[DJ On Point: talking over Chorus]
Shout out to mixtapekings.com
Can't forget my nigga Moozoo, Victory Square
[Outro:Joe Budden - talking (echo)]
For real
God keep me from these little young niggaz man
Cause I'll fuck around and get a bid
Make me somethin stupid and shit
Made me resort to bein...
Bein the old me and shit
I worked hard to get money
I ain't tryna go back
I ain't tryna go back to the hood, keep my eyes lit up
[Talking:]
Yeah...
Escape Route
Let's go
[Hook:]
And the world keeps spinning! {Nigga}
I feel like the world keeps spinning {Spinning}
And the world keeps spinning
It's like the world keeps winning
And to spite me the world keep grinning
[Verse 1:]
I ain't trying to bother none
So how I end up bothered son?
Yeah you damn right I'm my father's son
Minus prison, minus over 20 years in the system
But don't take away the wisdom
Holy water won't cleanse him
Hardheaded, won't convince him
A nigga wear pride like it's denim
Fuck? get along with me
I'm alright with everything that's wrong with me
And that's how it's going to be
That opinion is mine, motherfucker, it belong to me
So get mad at it, half beast, half addict
Can halfass it and be better than rap bastards
Black 'matic, give me rheumatism asthmatic
I spit high class acid, I'm positive, now that's magic
I'm trying to change shit like a Panther
Asking the right questions but getting the wrong answers
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I could talk about how a nigga trade slugs
Boast about, toasting, what the .38 does
But a nigga seen what happened to the family of J-Hud
So I thank God for every morning I wake up
Wait up!
Confront is if everything's fine?
But my grandmother's dying, and shes 89
Older but her mind about as sharp as mine
If this world were mine I would rewind time
To a time when her heart didn't leak that fluid
She needs surgery, doctors talking stupid
Said "she already lived her life so she can afford to lose it"
Talking like their tools is useless
Ain't that some shit, she gotta approve it
Grandma ready to go, she'd rather them not do it
No matter how much it might hurt me
Another lesson learned, some fights ain't fight worthy
Jersey
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I'm waiting on a true revival
I'm a call you a coward if you alive and suicidal {WHY? }
Either be grateful for everything God said you supposed to get
Or pull the trigger and get over it
Hip Hop's supposed to give, all this weight on my back
But you ain't gotta spot me, I can shoulder it
Life's a rollercoaster, that ride gonna be easy
Why don't you believe me? My parents was high when they conceived me
Say I got a couple control issues
I disagree, I just like to control issues
My train of thought, my state of mind
Is I could change the world one state at a time
With the madness of every hater alive
Got an agenda, I just feel like ya'll should cater to mine
Ideas brilliant, perservere, I'm resilient
Until the world change, I be right here chilling
Nigga
[Intro:]
Yeah, I'm doin all these interviews
Everybody wanna know what I think about the state of hip hop
Wheather I think it's dead or not?
The question ain't wheather it's dead, It's more like, it's more like,
Who killed it, and when?
[Part 1:]
Can anybody pin-point the day it went wrong I mean I use to blame reggeton'e
I can't front I thought all that was corny
Was it ja's fault Lil' mo said she ain't get paid for put it on me
Look Bring it up and dude's get on some coise shit
Was it t-pain with that funny voice shit?
Or was it lil' wayne with that funny voice shit?
The whole game did grown that funny voice shit
I can't tell when it happend,
Was it when lil' jon show dudes you could sell without rappin
Was it laughy taffy I thought that they was kiddin
Shorty loe said they no I didn't
Dancin became cool again then came walk it out
But I ain't know what the fuck nigga's was talkin bout'
Unit' kicked game out they ain't give a fuck
Then we seen the same shit happen to buck
It was a few year's ago but I remember the summer
50' made fan's start lookin at the number's
A&R;'s won't take risk's they won't sign nigga's
The worst swag came out started to blind nigga's
Rap dude's want reality shows and my dumb ass is thinkin that reality sold
Did it start with the ipod? or when rappers had to pay dj's for them to do they job?
I mean All the content is the same it won't differ
Everybody sold some drugs and pulled triggers
The more you think about it you just gon' get sicker
And why the fuck nas wanna call shit "nigga" Nigga
Was it when the wu broke up?
Pac, big, pun, went to sleep never woke up
Lupe was doin a tribute and choked up
And some of these stupid ass fan's like so what
Some of them they ain't educated
And fuck blamin the south we ain't segragated
I mean... was all good around the kiss and beans shit
Took a left turn around the kiss and green shit
Maybe it all started when rock-a-fella parted
Way's... it's natural the shift talk fame
How must everyone one last one of dude's shit on dame
Kinda got that in common I can dig that pain
When they gave jay a desk and suit
They finally gave a rapper a chance to come exucute
But something told me the suits at the tables was hurtin
They fired everybody labels started mergin
As far as sales the decline is strong
Ask the experts they'll say that the climates wrong
I mean some nigga's pride is gone
I peeped it when nigga's started puttin fake diamonds on
You can tell a dude I spit better than you
But then he'll say I'm richer for whatever I do
I seen all this comin I knew what we was in for
Back when eric sermon had jumped out the window
Was it when mase retired and couldn't hack it
Tip could he just needed some more ratchets
Dj's, producers, one's that get us the farthest
Said fuck rappers and they became the artist's
I gotta talk candid
Did we start havin issues around the same time jimmy and cam did?
Was it when chingy thought he ain't need ludacris?
The Next album found out that that was ludacris
Papoose and clipse both survived inked it with jive then gettin jived
Then the man j-hood rep the d-block gang
Then I seen dude draggin his d-block chain
Or did one hit wonder's change it all along?
They made labels only wanna sign a dude's song
And you really don't know shit if you think the fans pick the video's on 106
I'm just statin the truth...
Did it start when fox stayed in the news more than she did the booth
Or was it when lil' kim stop explotin sex?
And what the fucks up with dmx I hope dude's straight
Have an opinion and they gonna say you hate
I can't front I'm missin the old' clue tapes
The underground sunk further
The fed's was on irv so the inc dropped murda
I never blame fab, jeezy, rick ross
This shit get lost when shyne went up north
I'll never understand the hip hop police
When hip hop is what hip hop need's to police
These blaent ass radion attempts sound so bland
Twista kept tryin to re-create slow-jams
Did we send the wrong message with our slang?
As broke nigga's blowin they rent to make it rain
So you walk in give a bitch a few 20's
And she'll smurk her face up lookin at you funny
This chick told me she only take new money
"NAH" I snatched my shit back so fast
Or did it start when rappers said fuck it?
Sacrificed music started rapin they budget?
Nothin wrong with dudes bein candy and pop somethin
It was wrong when JOC hit the candy shop!
We buyin our own records maybe no-one's to blame
Or we a buissness that we can't afford to maintain
The 2nd week show that boy that numbers ain't high
I hate to break it to ya numbers always lie
Or when ortiz signed to aftermath?
And now he's feelin the aftermath
Was it fight klub fuckin with them battle rap's?
But not too many of em' gettin signed after that!
I mean... some can stay aflot
A million busta albums he still not mentioned with the g.o.a.t
Fuck lookin for answers time will tell
Was it when def jam didn't wanna re-sign L?
A 15 year old told kass was ass
Rather than spaz all dude could do was laugh
Or was when the whole east coast fell off?
Or got comfortable maybe dude's was too well-off
The more nigga's said that they ain't write down lyrics
The more it started to sound like they didn't
But do whatever you can to keep the light's on
But dumb it down just became the dylan
Honestly I ain't know what to think?
A few years ago we had the young kids wearing PINK
I can't blame the fans for not knowin a damn thing
When we trained them to be this way
I mean showed whatever to sell with no limits
Since the early 90's sold em' a false image
And when some shit come that don't fit the mold
It's like a mole nigga you won't even do gold
They watch the videos...
See you on the corner with a whole bunch of people and think that you hood
They turn on the tv and see these video pigeons
And they think these niggas girls really look that good
I mean they get so many free verses
When the album drop's shit is more like a bonus
Why pay for it? why tape own this?
[Part 2:]
With one click of a ouse they could own it
I mean some of them are fooled so easly
By whatever we say or show em' on tv
But that was all part of the plan
Or was it when eminem made stan I swear some of these fan's
They put they whole life on the line
It's like they can't like more than one rapper at a time
Less about the product more about the digits
Is it buissness we got less fans and more critics
Maybe we at a cross
Canibus made one of the dopest diss records but some still say that he lost
I ain't believe my ears when niggas tried to tell me
That krs wanted a rap beef with nelly
If rap was alive we be tryin to be the best rappers ever
NOT THE BEST RAPPER ALIVE!
But you won't get accepted at all if you ain't street tough
Onyx was the hardest till' sticky got beat up
Now I'm a thug how's I gotta behave
If I wanna be paid if I wanna see praise
You know somethings wrong when nigga's is gettin shot
And you gotta sit and wonder if the whole things staged
IT AINT REAL NO MORE
Or did we just expand on our audience maybe we appeal to more
Or do we just think that ya'll gettin dumber
We tried to make gettin older gettin younger
Did we lose our hunger somethings gotta give
Did we out grow our selfs is hip hop for kids
If it is...
They turn on mtv cribs and think that's where these motherfuckers really live
Or was it when lauren hill dropped a classic
So did the fugee's till wyclef tapped it
Songs don't do nomore this shit's shockin
Seen it when lean back had the whole world rockin
Now it's fuck the bars if your hook is fly
So we look at crooked I with a crooked eye
Us dope ass rappers ain't seein no dough
If everythings commercial wher the fucks the show
But anybody makin a dime I'm gonna wish well
Still we took a big L losing big L
Or was it when you tube came in the game
Now nobody's from they livin room can make a name
Or when the indies like koch came and blew up
Nigga's at the majors they litteraly threw up
Too some it ain't fun no more
You know it's fucked up when dmc don't talk to run no more
Too many ego's like we ain't one no more
Shits predictable niggas ain't stunned no more
We startin to see shit we never seen before
At one point we even had the magizines at war
Or was it street dvd's like smack
Showed just how stupid your favorite rapper would act
This shit get lifeless when mtv made a list of the hottest and ignored the nicest
Changed the whole stee-lo
I mean the average fan never heard of a goodie-mob or a cee-lo
But they heard of gnarlys barkley
And dr. carter still say we got a heartbeat
I ain't gonna lie I was scared to death straight up
Started hearin rumors of an outcast break-up
I was that ain't true it sounds desperate
Then started seein big boi and 3k seperate
Had periods we was drier then the desert
Are we all killin this shit is it a group effort
Are we alive and well or barely survivin
Is it RnB's fault them nigga's is thrivin
Then alot of people go and blame limewire
I don't think it's downloadin dog the limes tired
The the fans just get tired of the outcome
One dope single and a bullshit album
So they share albums with each other
Or was it master p with them ugly ass album covers
Or when we started appearin in the news
Timberland said they ain't want black nigga's wearin they boots
I mean... I know it got foggy atleast blurry
When the label dude got knocked out by keith murray
Or was it when we became obsessed with the brand names
Had the kids tryin to buy shit that they can't name
And some think the evidence is ample
Did it start when puff took advantage of the sample
Is it all water downed with no fire
If you had enough money you could buy a ghost-writer
Or the diamond district jacob the jewler
Had to buy his watch to be looked at as cooler
And fuckin with them trends
Our stupid asses wasted a hundred grand on shit that ain't even in
Look is the game now as bad as it's ever been
It's not ringtones just the songs that they represent
I heard all em'
Sad part I wouldn't reckonize most of these niggas if I saw em '
I can't explain it I don't know what to tell ya'
Now goin gold is looked at as a failure
Maybe old cats in charge just wern't able
Dj's is spinnin now with no turn table
Maybe the fans are just bored of us
Or maybe there ain't enough room for all of us
It's like even a friendship will stop at a point
Mike jones went platinum off of slim thugs joint
But there's so many ways to get fuckin rich
Superhead caved off by just suckin dick
Did we sell out just to get into demand more
Did we go against everything we use to stand for
Both the likely
There's two sides of the coin who you rollin with soldier boy or ice-t
Some niggas wanna sit around and complain about
Id rather analyze see how it came about
If we could rewind the world
We wouldn't have to watch flava flave try to find his girl
Look today it's all about marketin a promo
I remember VH1 was just for old' folks
But no ma'am
If I ain't know better I would think that mix show is now programmed
We let the power of a dollar anilate us
How the size of our chain gonna validate us
It's too simple they can't think that we really deep
I JUST HEARD CHRIS BROWN ON THE A-MILLI BEAT
Saw a video corny lookin ass niggas
Grabbed the remote tired of lookin at niggas
But that let a nigga know that if we ain't dead
That we just half alive maybe brain dead
Did it start when capone left nore
Nah he went to jail that's a whole different story
[Part 3:]
Or maybe somethings really wrong with our ears
Obie trice got dropped so much for cheers
Females emcees they don't ever hit the target
Somebody said they seen amill workin at a target
The sad part is we already lost remi
Or did we go wrong when evey eve got skinny
What's up with jackie o rah digga that I can't figure
Trina ain't been the same since "Nan" nigga
I know it had to do somethin to his heartbeat
When lady a rave started doin steve harvey
I know we caught a little trauma
Somewhere between yo yo boss and lil' mama
Alotta females found another way to extort
Most of our video models have turned escort
Do anything to see dough...
So they'll exchange sex with an artist or director for a lead role
Or should we get back to basics
Where's the rakims or the master ace's
The big daddy caines or did we never recover
From dre' not bein on the side of ed lover
Or when rap dudes started signin they friends
Instead of goin out and tryin to find nigga's with skill
Seen it when d-12 put out purple pills
And while the whole hood laughed them niggas sold a mill
Some of us ain't prepared for somethin so lukerative
I just heard yung berg say some stupid shit
Like we almost took one in the torso
When each bone thugs member took they own crossroads
Some disagree some gotta see the same
Or maybe hip hop died on aaliyah plane
If it relocated where did it move too
I still love her the way commom use too
Or did bill o'riley come fuck up the spirt
With negitive remarks about everybodys lyrics
Spend all this time dissin us
Nigga you 95 years old motherfucker shouldn't be a listener
Lost jam master who was tougher then leather
Or did it start when trench was fuckin pepper
As our jeans got tighter and our tee's got longer
I'm tryin to figure which age group do we belong ta
Or did we all go astray the second dr dre left n.w.a
In my opinion we was on easy street when he was beefin with eazy-e
Or did we get fucked up when producers found a way to cheat
Signin unknown niggas to start makin they beats
If you sell your own shit it gotta go for cheap
Let's put my name on it so the price increase
Or is it cause ery'body so self centerd
Is the reason itself that hip hop ain't centerd
Or had we already seen this shit with our own eyes
When rico suave, hammer and vanilla ice
Everybody want in the game So in return...
Got label executives fuckin they interns
And anybody lookin at that new vibe bracket
Should see that they don't know a thing about this rap shit
Or maybe we should have stopped bein proud...
When there was no more raukus and no more loud
Tried to get conscience around voe to die
So they made it look like all our vocals lies
As the years go on it's like we keep gettin more voids
We got lost when we lost one of the lost boys
I knew we was impersonanatin the frauds
Then kay slay slapped my man at the awards
Regardless it's all for this artist
Runnin with awnin rodgers who act like they never left the projects
Who do we wanna target...
Will they put an uncle murda cd in a wal-mart or a target
We got the nerve to not wanna hear ras-kass
Or fuck with vick get silly and act trash
I fel ashamed when j-kwon told me he don't like raekwon cause he stole his name
Was back when everybody in the club got tipsy
Now every contract gotta be 360
So fuck eatin better scrape the plate
Now every beat gotta have atleast an 808
Did the lights get dim when we first heard MIMS and said
Another new york rapper on the souths tip
Is it over-crowded...
They keep sayin if it's so fucked up then do somethin about it...
I doubt it
It's just one thing they don't understand
That job is way bigger than just one man
Or maybe all of these pleas that it's deceased it falls and this shit is right where it needs to be
Maybe we built on somethin that will last forever
Seen face and ghetto boyz just got back together
Maybe no one can stop us...
Even other genres now jock us we even do songs with the rockers
How's that the feelin...
Kanye is amazing wayne just sold a million we closer to a ceilin
God we in a coma...
But we the only buissness you can excell with no diploma
Technologyu changed made everything simple
Myspace is now a dude bio slash demo
Aside from this fact we generating more money
We took it global and penetrated other countries
So let's celebrate sip some criss'
Some more shit we embrace just to end up diff
Go and buy the bar out so we can all get bent
Let go cop a bunch of cars just to still pay rent
Or here's another bright idea to entertain
Let's go and put our face on the bottom of a chain
Or some of us just nigga rich with nigga money
Well jews keep laughin look at these niggas dummies
So hip hop should be a steppin stool
Till we find another road we can step into
Some of us doin movies as a matter of fact
But some plan to never stop life after rap
I mean AH...
As a whole did we stop movin further
Around the time snoop dogg went on trial for murder
Or was it scarface creatin these clonies
30 years later everybody still tony
Maybe anybody complainin is deranged
Can you expect somethin to grow and not change
We socially acceppted deviated our own route
It's simplified we all sold out
I think I figured out who's to blame
We started out obama ended up mccain
So we kurt kobained ourselfs if we defeated
It's a business; we got less fans and more critics
Maybe we at a cross
Canibus made one of the dopest diss records but some still say he lost
And I ain't believe my ears when niggas tried to tell me
That KRS-One had a rap beef with Nelly
If rap was alive, we'd be trying to be the best rappers ever
Not the best rapper alive
But you won't get accepted at all if you ain't street tough
Onyx was the hardest 'til Sticky got beat up
Now 'I'm A Thug' is how I got to behave
If I want to be paid, if I want to see praise
You know something's wrong when niggas are getting shot
And you got to sit and wonder if the whole thing's staged
It ain't real no more
Or did we just expand on our audience, maybe we appeal to more
Or, do we just think ya'll are just getting dumber?
We tried to make getting older getting younger
Did we lose our hunger? Something's got to give
Did we outgrow ourselves? Is hip-hop for kids?
If it is, they turn on MTV Cribs
And think, "That's where these motherfuckers really live! "
Or, was it when Lauryn Hill dropped a classic?
So did the Fugees, till Wyclef tapped it
Songs don't do it no more, the shit's shocking
Seen it when "Lean Back" had the whole world rocking
Now it's "Fuck your bars! " if your hook is fly
So we look at Crooked I with a crooked eye
Dope ass rappers ain't seeing no dough
If everything's commercial, where the fuck is the show?
But anybody making a dime, see, I'm a wish well
Still we took a big L losing Big L
Or was it when YouTube came in the game?
Now nobodys from their living room can make a name
Or when Indies like Koch came and blew up
Niggas at the majors, they literally threw up
To some, it ain't fun no more
You know it's fucked up when DMC don't talk to Run no more
Too many egos, like we ain't one no more
Shit's predictable, niggas ain't stunned no more
We starting to see shit we never seen before
At one point, we even had the magazines at war
Or, was it street DVD's like Smack
Showed you just how stupid your favorite rapper would act?
This shit get lifeless
When MTV made a list of the hottest and ignored the nicest
Changed the whole steelo
I mean the averaged fan never heard of Goodie Mob or a Cee Lo
But they heard of Gnarls Barkley
And Dr. Carter still say we got a heartbeat
I ain't going to lie, I was scared to death, straight up
I started to hear rumors of an OutKast breakup
I was like, "That ain't true, it sounds desperate"
Then started to see Big Boi and 3K separate
Had periods where it was drier than a desert
Are we all killing this shit? Is it a group effort?
Are we alive and well or barely surviving?
Is it R&B;'s fault? Them niggas is thriving
Then a lot of people go and blame LimeWire
I don't think it's downloading dog, the line's tired
Did the fans just get tired of the outcome?
One dope single and a bullshit album
So they share albums with each other
Was it Master P with them ugly ass album covers?
Or when we started appearing in the news?
Timberland said they didn't want black niggas wearing they boots
I mean, I know it got foggy, at least blurry
When the label dude got knocked out by Keith Murray
Or was it when we became obsessed with the brand names?
Had the kids trying to buy shit they can't name
And some think the evidence is ample
Did it start when Puff took advantage of the sample?
Is it all watered down with no fire?
If you had enough money you can buy a ghostwriter
Or the Diamond District, Jacob the Jeweler
Had to buy his watch to be looked at as cooler
Fucking with them trends
Our stupid asses wasted a hundred grand on shit that ain't even in
Look, is the game now as bad as it's ever been?
It's not ringtones, just the songs that they represent
I heard all of them
The sad part I wouldn't recognize most these niggas if I saw them
I can't explain it, I don't know what to tell you
Now going Gold is look at as a failure
Maybe old heads in charge just weren't able
DJ's is spinning now with no turntable
Maybe the fans are just bored of us
Or maybe there ain't enough room for all of us
It's like even a friendship will stop at a point
Mike Jones went platinum off of Slim Thug's joint
But there's so many ways to get fucking rich
Supahead caked off by just sucking dick
Did we sell out just to get in demand more?
Did we go against everything we used to stand for?
Both are likely
There's two sides to a coin, who you rolling with: Souljah Boy or Ice-T?
Some niggas want to sit around and complain about
I rather analyze, seek how it came about
If we could rewind the world
We wouldn't have to watch Flava Flav try to find his girl
Look, today it's all about marketing and promo
I remember VH1 was just for old folks
But no ma'am
If I ain't know better, I would think that mix show is now programmed
We let the power of the dollar annihilate us
Now the size of our chain going to validate us
It's too simple; they can't think we're really deep
I just heard Chris Brown on the A Millie beat
Seen a video, it's called looking ass niggas
Grabbed the remote, tired of looking at niggas
But that let a nigga know if we ain't dead
Then we just half alive, maybe brain dead
Did it start when Capone left Nore?
Nah, he went to jail, that's a whole different story
Or, maybe something's really wrong with our ears
Obie Trice got dropped, so much for +Cheers+
Female emcees, they don't ever hit the target
Somebody said they saw Amil working in a Target
The sad part is we already lost Remy
Or did we go wrong when E-v-e got skinny?
What's up with Jacki-O, Rah Digga? That I can't figure
And Trina ain't been the same since +Nan Nigga+
I know it had to do something to his heart beat
When Lady of Rage started doing Steve Harvey
I know we caught a little trauma
Somewhere between Yo Yo, Boss, and Lil Mama
Lot of females found another way to extort
Most of our video models have turned escort
Do anything to see dough
So they'll exchange sex with an artist or director for a lead role
Or should we get back to basics?
Where's the Rakims or the Master Aces?
The Big Daddy Kanes, or did we never recover
From Dre not being on the side of Ed Lover
Or when rap dude started signing their friends
Instead of going out and trying to find niggas with skill?
Seen it happen when D-12 put out +Purple Pills+
And while the whole hood laughed, them niggas sold a mil
Some of us ain't prepared for something so lucrative
I just heard Yung Berg say some stupid shit
Like we almost caught one in the torso
When each Bone Thugs member took they own crossroads
Some disagree, some got to see the same
Or maybe Hip-Hop died on Aailyah's plane
If it relocated where did it move to?
I still Love H.E.R. the way Common used to
Or did Bill O' Reilly come fuck up the spirit
With negative remarks about everybody's lyrics?
Spend all this time dissing us
Nigga you 95-years old, motherfucker shouldn't be a listener
Lost Jam Master, who was +Tougher Than Leather+
Or did it start when Treach started fucking Pepa?
As our jeans got tighter and our tee's got longer
I'm trying to figure which age group do we belong to
Or did we all go astray the second Dr. Dre left N.W.A.?
I mean in my opinion we was on easy street
When he was beefing with Eazy-E
Or did we get fucked up when producers found a way to cheat?
Signing unknown niggas to start making their beats
If you sell your own shit it got to go for cheap
Put my name on it so the price increase
Or, is it cause everybody's so self-centered?
Is that the reason Hip Hop itself ain't centered?
Or have we already seen this shit with our own eyes?
Rico Suave, Hammer, and Vanilla Ice
Everybody want in the game so in return
You got label executives fucking their interns
And anybody looking at that new Vibe bracket
Should see that they don't know a thing about this rap shit
Or maybe we should of stopped being proud
When there was no more Rawkus and no more Loud
Tried to get conscious around Vote or Die
So they made it look like all our votes was lies
As the years go on it's like we keep getting more voids
We got lost when we lost one of the Lost Boys
I knew we was impersonating a fraud
When Kay-Slay smacked my man at the awards
Regardless, it's our fault as artists
Running with entourages who act like they ain't never left the projects
Who do we want to target
Will they put an Uncle Murda CD in a Wal-Mart or a Target
We got the nerve to not want to hear Ras Kass
But fuck with V.I.C. "Get Silly" and that trash
I felt ashamed
When J-Kwon told me he ain't like Raekwon cause he stole his name
Was back when everybody in the club got +Tipsy+
Now every contract got to be 360
So fuck eating better scrape the plate
Now every beat got to at least have an 808
Did the lights get dim when we first heard Mims
And said "Another New York rapper on the South tip"?
Is it overcrowded?
They keep saying, "If it's so fucked up, then do something about it"
I doubt it, there's just one thing they don't understand
That job is way bigger then just one man
Or maybe all of these pleas that it's deceased
Is false and it's right where it needs to be?
Maybe we built on something that'll last forever
See 'Face and Geto Boys just got back together
Maybe no one can stop us, even other genre's now jock us
We even doing songs with the rockers
How is that the feeling?
Kanye's +Amazing+, Wayne just sold a Million
We closer to a ceiling
How are we in a coma
When we the only business you can excel without a diploma?
Technology changed, made everything simple
MySpace is now a dude's bio slash demo
Aside from this rap we generating more money
We took it global and penetrated other countries
So let's celebrate, sip some Cris
Some more shit we embrace just to end up dissed
Go and buy the bar out so we can all get bent
Let's go and cop a bunch of cars just to still pay rent
Or here's another bright idea to entertain
Let's go and put our face on the bottom of a chain
Are some of us just nigga rich, with nigga money?
While jews keep laughin, "Look at these nigga dummies"
Should Hip Hop be a stepping stool
Till we find another role we can step into?
Some of us doing movies as a matter of fact
And some never stopped to plan life after rap
I mean, as a whole did we stop moving further
Around the time Snoop Dogg went on trial for murder?
Or was it Scarface creating these clonies?
30 years later everybody's still Tony
Maybe anybody complaining is deranged
Can you expect something to grow and not change?
We're socially accepted, deviated our old route
To simplify the term we all sold out
I think I figured out who's to blame
Started out Obama, ended up McCain
So we Kurt Cobained ourself and we're defeated
Joey!
Let's go back in the days before your present
Back when it was a little more pleasent
Before I knew this rap shit would ever lure me in
Let's go back like Mike Fox in the Delorean
Back in the day shit, back to the basics
When brass knuckles used to leave a nigga face ticked
It's back to the Diadoras and the Asics
It's back to the New Editon and The Take 6
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin'
Let's go way back if you able to do the math yeah
I'm talkin' bout the pool table in the cafe yeah
When the strip was introduce to Paruiqo
Commodore 64 and Coleco
Not back to Cali back to the valley
Back to dapadere ya'll back to Bally's
Back before Puma and Stange'
Before Zhane and go a little further back to Kwame
Damn we came a long way
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop?
I remeber break dancin' cardboards and backflips
The royal blue and the orange Patricks
Wudn't like you homo sucka's
I had the low top Converse cause I could change my logos color
I remember way back when every clan was stylin'
Flava Flav clocks and X-Clan medallions
In class see a girl you glance at her
Pass her a note do you like me? Circle a answer
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin
Winters not the best time warm it up Kane had came through
The eight ball jackets and Columbia Rain suits
We ain't pay minds to the length of our chains
Transformers was a dance Decepticons was a gang
Ya'll I'm talkin bout sheep skins
Talkin bout wearn two pair of jeans when moms gave me a beatin'
After school three o clock we was able to fight
Park dibs ya'll two turn tables and mike like
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin
What about when Public Enemy came out and they dropped a classic
Or the Pee-Wee Herman and the Roger Rabbit
And the nerds took our tests and they passed em for us
Back to the roof top back to latin quarters
The olds school's new school now it's the same ol
It's back to Fila's, gazelles and Kango's
It's back to 40 ounces back to OE
Not back to rope chains but back to Gold teeth
I was the class clown just snappin at cats
Let's go back to the [? ] with the matchin' hats
Remember the Real Roxanne remember all [? ]
Remember Kool Moe Dee remember Lord Finesse
I bumped Run-D.M.C. almost every weekend
The Bronx and Queensbridge just couldn't stop beefin'
Kept it on wax they ain't have to pack heat
Back to Ron Zee tapes back to Black Sheep
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin
Come on say it with me
I'm talkin' old Bobby Brown before he [? ] Whitney
I used bring all my touys in the tub with me
A snotty nose kid eatin boogers
It was Ultimate Warrior and Jimmy Fly Snooka on
Sometimes I read scriptures like Psalms maybe
And I didn't wanna go to church but my moms made me
TV made me laugh
I remember night rider cause Kit used to save his ass
Let's go back to spoonin' back to Black Moon and
Back to when wrestlin' had it's own cartoon and
They used to sleep on us now they demand us
Will smith told parents they just can't understand us
Back to playin the dozens
Back to humpin' our prettiest girl cousin
Psyche! I'm buggin.
NWA was simply known
Let' get back on the block I'm talkin Quincy Jones
I gotta Jones ya'll
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin
Let's go back before I burned the booth
When Tevin Campbell was I'll before the whole world learned the truth
Hip hop had a message then dudes was droppin
I never got what I wanted on back to school shoppin'
Think about, used to be about shit
That was back when I still got easter outfits
We all grew up all older folks
It's more than just music it's a culture folks
We Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop sayin somethin
Remember sugar water
What was the name of the fuckin' drink
That they said the fuckin triple K
The Klu Klux Klan and shit had put some shit in and
The black niggaz were gon' die - huh?
Yo, niggas ain't lookin' for me like they say they are
But on some real sh*t I pray they are
Cause niggas keep runnin round actin like the AK's far
I keep it nearby in case they start
Might catch em on a Friday
Chill they like Day-Day to the God
Think they already know it & it break they heart
With all the hate that he seem 2 get
Things jus ain't been the same since the A Team split
Got some hood niggas thinkin they straight mutant
It's more like good niggas, straight A students
Dogs it no games no intermission
Tell him I jus seen him die & the preminition in him
Listen, can't eat dinner missin' in the kitchen
Could smell but can't taste, I'm 3 laps ahead
U a snail in the race, pale in the face
Niggas is lightwork on a scale with no weight
Wait, can't stand these clowns, gave em everything they got
So to me they jus a hand-me-down, my dude
Look around before u think about sparkin, u waaay outnumbered
Go ahead & be a spartan, it's stones gettin thrown in here
Fu*k these strip club hoes, nigga I'll get Pacman Jones in here
I swear, it's gettin hard 2 live with the anger,
And home ain't home when u live with a stranger
Thought I knew u like the back of my hand
Fastforward 3 years & I got smacked with the back of her hand
Caught with my ass out without sagging my pants
Allow yaself to get caught like that with that man
Find out your wife that u sleepin with
Play herself start creepin with
One of your dudes, u confused u don't know who 2 get even with
Maybe u ain't the same broad that I was even with
When u cheatin with dude I see & sh*t
Nigga I'm fly with, work with, we speak & sh*t
U the broad that would ride for me
Look me in the eyes transformed in to Shaggy
Bi*ch how u gon lie 2 me?
Fell for the allure thas my bad u broke in somethin so secure
I'm now scarred see u make it type hard
For me 2 see the next broad
And not think that she ain't jus another hoe or slore
But thanks, see relationships in a different u son
To get over the old girl gotta get a new 1
Half of me still witchu & I don't care ya'll
Other half with her, I'm stuck, so I compare ya'll
Me & her's now, me & u got memories
Me & you got love, me & her got chemistry
She's like a friend 2 me, u like the enemy
Or maybe she's there jus 2 cover that resentment B
Or maybe she ain't as fake as u & won't take me thru
That same faze as u, or
Maybe it's simple she seen all that pain I was in
And won't make the same mistake as u, I mean
I never had an issue with trust,
Never knew u had an issue with lust
We can get thru anything in the world if the issue's discussed
Whas it a whole seperate issue? or an issue with us?
But it gets bigger, u doubtin' u, u like sh*t nigga!
Was his money longer? or his d*ck bigger?
U gettin sick nigga when u alone
[Joe Budden]
The game is foul at both ends of it
There's no freedom of speech 'cause of this little thing we call censorship
As if that don't narrow our content enough
We make it smaller, talkin' bout rims and shit
Gettin jerked for the art, 'cause the art's now work
When you sittin' now writin' in penmanship
And now the radio's human, for it to fuck with
you gotta make friends with it
So I make some old radio crap
Since everything else on the radio's that
DJ's spin this, maybe go plat
And if it don't play, they'll say he's so wack
I'm everything, controversial
Underground, gangsta rap, slash commercial
(I'm) introspective, (I'm) slash reflective
Call the shit whatever long as you get the message
Call the shit whatever long as it ain't neglected
Long as it gets respected, yeah
Wack dudes going hard to be nice
Nice dues going hard to be wack, going hard for a plaque
Keep doin' what you always did, keep gettin' what you always got
Joey always hot, and it may seem I ain't always On Top
But I aim in more ways than I'm not
It's all twisted, nowadays can't fail to make the charts
Cause the stars made the sales, but now sales make the stars
Wish I could go back to the days of glory
It was all about music, less about the story
It's like a talk show, one long episode of Maury
One long episode that bores me
It's like a talk show, more like a soap
Can't change the channel, can't find the remote
I call it pathetic, some find it as dope
Some call it hard, I call it all choch'
I find it to be a big screen full of smoke
On the outskirts of my mind, there's really nothing left
Integrity's gone, I've lost myself again
On the outskirts of my mind, there's really nothing left
Hell is loose, and it's only just begun
On the outskirts of my mind, there's really nothing left
Violet dreams of violent kind, they haunt me now you're gone
Violet dreams of violent a kind, kaleidoscope mind of hate
The battle with everyone was really just the enemy within
I hold the truth, I am the cure, I hold you down, I beg you now
Try not to look me in the eye, as I'm headed for the kill
I know I have to do it, even if I'm lost
Can't seem to remember the day that I lost you
But it seems like I never had you anyway
This ceremony of opposites in my relation to both shadows at play in complete and
utter darkness, and the inexplicable absence of light on the brightest of days. The
reality presented to me by shadows, appear no different that the one displayed by
light. I am the difference, I am the anomaly, I am the abyss, and the void. It is the
false truth, and the truth is always false.
Can't seem to find the outskirts
Can't seem to remember the violet
Can't seem to remember the day that I lost you
Can't seem to tell a dream from a lie
[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Your left shoulderrrrr (HUT!)
Your right shoulderrrrr (HUT!)
[gunfire]
Your left shoulderrrrr (HUT!)
Your right shoulderrrrr (HUT!)
[whistle blows]
[female:] Slaughter
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Poppa-Poppa Pistol stuck his dick in Momma Missile
And created Mr. Got-to-Get-You if he opposite just split
You niggaz bitches cranberry like a vodka mixer
Whippin bitches niggaz black, ass like a cotton picker
Bomb through debris - I'm holdin two pistols
In the form of a crosshair, I am armed to the T
I put on for my city, I take off for whoever
Think I'm soft for my job of rappin, go back to clappin
Back to illin, back to dealin, back to coc-a-ina
Up the nose, that's the feelin, sky the limit, that's the ceilin
And the women is the whores, puttin numbers up for sales
It's the score into hell, it's the feel, it's the feel
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" – singing with AutoTune]
I can make noise when the gat blowwwww-ooooooh-oooh
The Slaughterhouse boys make the gat blowwwww-ohhhhh-ooooh
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouuuuuuuse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta here
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta
[Joe Budden:]
[starts off screwed] I live my life like a hood bopper
Touched by evil, all about bread and evil
Regular people lookin like bread to eagles with the desert eagle
Cordially they forcin me to act accordingly
When according to me my thoughts disorderly just like they outta be
It's more to me in accord to me
Just mad at the smoke and the mirrors, image, perceptions and the forgery
Everything is a fraud to me
So until the boys wake up, me and my boys make up
Be with the toy sprayers, aimin noise makers at the noise makers [blam]
Best group ever, group of whoever who do it better
Bets placed on it (nigga!) number one got our face on it
And I make a case on it, treason
Every twelve months it's huntin season
They call us Slaughterhouse for a reason!
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9":] Crooked!
[Crooked I:]
Piano face Audemars, you haters know the time
Drug abusin fourth-grader, I mean a loaded nine
Hits in the stash, Ferrari Spider, the road is mine
Like lap dancers and bad brakes, I'm on the grind
So tell Officer Crawford that this is (Slaughterhouse)
And I left the next black president in his daughter's mouth
Swallow my kids then I'm like, "Yo I gotta bounce"
Ben Franklin's a math genius and every dollar counts
We takin over the game, go at you little wussies
(Why?) Cause that's the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy
Somethin bad is emergin
Slaughter's blowin up like a suicide bomber promised 70 virgins nigga
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9":] Ortiz!
[Joell Ortiz:]
One quarter of Slaughter reportin to you live
From a corner where reporters stop by
Since somebody playin pow-pow
Shots fly out a glock-9 'til you cooked like a potpie
Take a look at everybody in my crew
Bet you can't find a member of the squad that is not fly
Anybody say they can see us they either lyin
Or not wearin they glasses, apparently cock-eyed
We don't shit, we ca-ca
We don't spit, we emit lava
Got a grip on these hip-hoppers like a big lobster
Everybody know the deal when the hear the kid YOWWA!
Goo-goo, ga-ga, baby cryin 'bout the internet
They get on the site but they showed me and Joe the other night
Takin flights then lightin up a cigarette
Motherfucker we I'll, not one insect step short of the best thing
Everything we touch make they head swing and, y'all ain't really interestin
Throw a shot, and our fans do the interceptin
You got the crowd fooled but I ain't really into wrestlin (into wrestlin)
[DJ On Point:]
Warfare, featuring Joell Ortiz [echo]
(J.O., it's J.O.)
(IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
[Joe Budden:]
You're now hearin hip hop at it's finest
I'm just criminal minded
The Ed Hardy with the fine fit (oh)
Track just started, no need to rewind it
[Joell Ortiz:]
Me, I'm bringin fresh air back, I'm rap's hymelic
Got 'em all sick is that vomit?
Ew you nasty
Man I'll smack your skin if you feel you past it
[Joe Budden:]
It's like we lions against Lassies
Niggaz ain't nice, they lyin, the flow ass cheek
I'm on the beat like Contra POW
Steamroll over shit, I'm in a Tonka now
This ain't about radio, see I'm beyond the dial
But still strong arm a nigga, Pete Konda style (ow)
[Joell Ortiz:]
The inserts of your album put my ganja out
That sweeter than the lip gloss on Rihanna's mouth
Y'all sleepin, in pajamas on your momma's couch
I'm freakin, in the Bahamas throwin condoms out
[Joe Budden:]
Hold up dog, these felons ain't predicates, hands castle delicate
Metal spit, leave 'em on the field like Everett (oh)
I does my own stunts, like the Jackie Chan movie
Mismatch, belt Prada but the pants Louie
If you ain't fair to me, then your whole camp sushi
Rockin Iceberg when niggaz didn't understand Snoopy
Damn moolies, chain of command's ran through me
You and your man uzi, (Slow Down) like Brand Nubie
Can't do me, grant to me, like a man groupie
If that's the number one pick, then he Sam Bowie
And I hate to blow a homie on your mans
You ain't Kid Rock, can't box the Tommy with your hands, motherfucker
[Joell Ortiz:]
I was really in the lobby with the grands tryna take guap
In the hallway, all day, is or it ain't hot
Listen to Hot 9, like what do they got
That I don't, With a blindfold I see everyone they say's hot
It's too easy, I'm feelin like I'm a cheater (why?)
The flow heavy, your's light like a slice of pita (haha)
When moms was pregnant she was lightin reefer
That's why I'm nice, in the middle of Alaska I'll write a heater
I'm just cool and rough, hoody matchin my Adidas
Pants with the permanent wrinkles like I am Ian Eagle
I will make every last one of you guys believers
Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm playin timer's keeper
[Joe Budden:]
Treat me like a big brother, slash fifth tucker
Let the cig snuff you, you a kid, fuck ya
Cocked AK, Mayday, listenin to (Dre Day)
Can't call me, dick in the mouth, somethin like Ray J
They like Steve Irwin up against the stringray
Heat up like ging ray, when somethin with the beans spray
[Joell Ortiz:]
Uh, take a sip of E&J;, then a little puff or two
Get some butt, then kick out the slut, you's a bugaboo (haha)
Weak dressers, in the ring I'm Mr. Wonderful
Paul Orndorff, man y'all all soft and huggable
Y'all dealin with a pro here, that don't care
Y'all stiff and worn out like a closet with old gear
And I ain't goin nowhere
Producers know I'm the best thing over those snares
But you speakers whack, Ortiz I overdose like the needle's packed
I be's in a zone, then I give the speakers back
[Joe Budden:]
Hold up Joell, the (Ether's) back
See I'm rap's Larry Johnson, redid my contract, now the Chief is back
So blame it on fatigue
Have you like Greg Oden, injured before your first game in the league
I'm spendin old faces, niggaz took my style
Gotta steal my own shit back like O.J. did
Might size you and your spouse, have guys go in your house
With ridges on the nose of the rifle like OW!
Wa-wa-wait just a minute
Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute
Yeah, wa-wa-wait just a minute, uh
Wa-wa-wait just a minute
Let that beat rock
Go on put ya hands high in the air
Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air
Go on put ya hands high in the air
Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air
Yeah y'all, yeah y'all
Let me put somethin in ya ear y'all
Jers' and we finally here y'all
Fresh from Z the borough and Alliyah y'all
Thugs wanna act I dare y'all
Gassed off that haze and the Smirnoff
The answer to questions I hear y'all
Me and that dude don't compare naw
He's one rhyme song
While I'm Nick Cannon folks at my best when the +drumline's+ on
Beef is welcome I'll get my dudes
I'm not A. Houston I won't leave when the help come
Now wa-wa-wait just a minute
I think boo made a mistake just a minute
Two-wayin me like get her in the club
She must got me confused wit a nigga she's fuck
Cause I don't bring sand to the beach
So they don't get mad when other girls put they hands on me
If I do bring out for all the world to stare
It's cause I think she'll look better than all the girls here
Now wait, wa-wa-wait just a minute
I think dude's started to hate just a minute
He'll need a few 8-balls to fix those dropped out diamonds a few grades short
Now go on put ya hands high in the air
Wit that stuff to get you real high in the air
Soon as she say she gotta escape for a minute
Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute
Now wa-wa-wait just a minute
Drop and shake-shake-shake just a minute
Soon as he's about to show hate for a minute
Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute
We gon do it like yeah y'all, yeah y'all
Let me put somethin' in ya ear y'all
Somethin' that you might wanna hear y'all
What's with all the tough looks and the stares for?
Yeah I'm a boss so I'll always have hate
Why you playin' in the hood like you'll always have weight
Streets is fulla rats just waitin' to send you back
And we call 'em +fat man+ cause he's always wit Jake
Now wait, wa-wa-wait just a minute
I think that watch is fake just a minute
Both got Jacob's here's that ain't ya fault
Your bezel slim, mine's a lil' thicker
Diamonds in mine is just a lil' bigger
Your be's plastic mine's is all glitter
I keep it hot, but I'm like A-Rod
I'm the best but I let dude keep my spot
Now wait, wa-wa-wait just a minute
Get smacked wit the back of the 8 just a minute
Keep hearin' what dude said in the street
One elevator ride y'all are dead to beat
Yep it's me, wave to haters
Cause I'm like Arnold drop the guns and they made me Mayor
So next time they throw hate for a minute
Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute
Go on put ya hands high in the air
Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air
Soon as she say she gotta escape for a minute
Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute
Now wa-wa-wait just a minute
Drop and shake-shake-shake just a minute
Soon as he's about to show hate for a minute
Hold up, wa-wa-wait just a minute
Go on put ya hands high in the air
Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air
Go on put ya hands high in the air
Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air
Go on put ya hands high in the air
Wit that stuff that get you real high in the air
Soon as she say she gotta escape for a minute
[Joe Budden:]
Time goes by
Puffing on lie
Hopping that it gets me by
Got a nigga going crazy
[DJ On Point:]
We call this on e ventilation
[Verse 1:]
Some niggas wanted to kill me
Got locked up and never found me so my goal is to catch a charge in that same county
Picture me getting bumped for a silly hand off
The bullpens fucked up just as Willie Randolph See
I could pop a few nickel plated glocks to
It's easier to kill niggas than it is not to
I let the pot grew
Then the plot grew
It the labels job to label you don't fit it and they'll drop you
Finally made a move on something I been saw
Sometimes you got to lose the fight if you trying to win the war
I'm focused on tomorrow
I'm done seeing my friends in the rearview thing we really closer than we are
Fuck the record label
No relation or correlation all my admiration just turned aggravation they say
How you sit so long when you spew classics?
I tell niggas I can't understand it "that's blue magic"
The rap game as is either you on some snap shit
Or plan ol' stuck in a different decade like the brat is
I hear niggas joints and take it personal WHY
Now everybody want to spit about their personal lives
Before that was none existent
Me I'm an addict with an addition for anything that seems to cause friction
Maybe I'm in a relationship with bad Karma
What her past the somber maybe I attract drama yeah
Undoubtedly my life is on some VH1 shit
Just adding some salt and pepper to reality while
Other artistes is obsessed with more toys
Like lex, coup, beemers, and benz's there lost boys
Un I kept brushing off my shoulder till the chip was going
Left the benz at the dealers till the kit was on
I don't feel niggas songs
So while ya'll at the awards I'm loading up on ratches that's the tip I'm on
Flow is on acid I swear I would have the game mastered if I wasn't so busy carrying baggage
Calling god a bastard
Calvin look way different in person then they had him looking in his casket
I'm looking in his casket like he had no face
I was at a lost for words like fiasco gate
So I figured I say a prayer for em got on my knees quick
And realized "I DON'T EVER PRAY UNTIL I NEED SHIT"
My soul akin trying to stay low maintains
I'm stuck in hell waiting on blessing with no patience
I done made the ave hot
Been had as stab shot
Waiting on my jackpot
Always been a have not
Always been an under dog little guy still try
Cause I think I'm a cash cow they treat me like I'm milk dry
Juggling nickels and dime I'm walking a fine line
Sometimes you got to just breath maybe give time, time
Give me a sign kind of shock he won't
See I want another baby but my pockets don't
Normally that wouldn't bother me
Till I wake up and get the paper and read some rich nigga won the lottery
Young black and shameless
Shorty keep beefing about the same shit almost like yelling her second language
Why do I entertain it
Listen we been arguing about everything for ages do it ever change shit
Wind up igging each other for the whole week
It's a lot of men in this world baby you chose me like I chose you
We been rocking for years you signed up your not a victim you're a volunteer it weird
Not a cheater on occasion still fuck a bitch
Who knows why maybe just to be covered
I'm me she her we both had enough of it but won't leave
We the only ones who put up with it
In all areas it's like my stocks crashing
Wishing all these old motherfuckers would stop rapping
Trying to be tasteful
Lets talk about the struggle, lets talk about the pain
Some people say they love you, but that don't mean a thang
Some folks is so naive, not me.. I go insane
Some people dap you, they hug you.. they do it all in vain
That's my depression talking.. maybe it's really real
Maybe them doctors was right, and maybe I'm really ill
See I can't really chill.. without feeling the guilt of me
Stealing these pills
Is anybody feeling me still?
(Shit) except for the hood.. nobody told me, I ever couldn't
Instead, I pushed.. back when they told me I never would
Looking at me, like I was just a crook
I express the hood, and what I see on the daily
My scenery daily
Task force... B & E's daily
A task y'all.. being me daily
They want to put, 3 in me nail me
This is stuff, you only read on The Daily
Had product, but ain't supply it then
High off more than weed..so the product just got me higher than
Product of my enviroment
Look-at-where-they-put-me.. and look where they telling me I gotta be
Stop and see, the robberies ..the poverty
Naw fam, its not for me
Its got to be, an opt atleast
Without-dudes-gettin'-chased-by police
So they gave us film, sport.. and the gift to make a hot CD
Back to the wall, against the ropes
Nothings believable, feezable.. they don't believe in you
You've been verbally beaten to
A pulse, so the result to you think nothing is reachable
Reasonable, I tell you dreams come true
Yeah haters, even YOU!
[CHORUS]
Now take your hands, and wave 'em high
They told me I can't, but I said "why?!"
Like, fuck it, I'll try
NOT fuck it and die
See, this is real emotion we deal wit'
Often, and don't reveal it
Often we stuff it inside, but I'm like fuck it.. lets ride
I- do what I do, because I do what I do what I feel
THEY- do what they do, in hopes of what they do.. they appeal
They got a image, and a personia that they gotta fill
That they better do, for revenue.. so labels will be thrilled
Kind-of-feel like a wanted man
I can't talk to folk, cause when I ask 'em to trust me
All-they-wanna-do-is-judge-me
I'm feeling like they don't understand
(I'm) feeling like ain't too many people friendly
I feel like ain't too many people are what they pretend to be
Cause I'm in that zone, when I feel alone
Like everybody is against me
Just feel like I'm worst enemy
And naw, its not a cry for no sympathy
I'm just thinkin' outloud, to a crowd- I'm just tryna figure out some remedy
Almost like every lesson, almost like every jewel, every tool
That's ever been lent to me
For the moment, is gone
I'm like a new born
I feel like a man wit' no memory
Slow it down for a second, make sure I'm not losing you
Or confusing you, I'm delusional
If you never been there, then you have no idea what illusions do
Through and through, I'm hoping these signs aren't vital
Or none of these rhymes.. inside the recital
Why do it mean, I'm sucidial?
I'm ain't that Houston dude
But- I'm a MANIAC!
Don't get over, drunk or sober
This the same way I'd act
And I'm strivin' to pull together
But atleast until these voices inside of me
[Hook: Bryan Adams - Brothers Under The Sun Sample]
I had a dream - of the wide open prairie
I had a dream - of the pale morning sky
And we were the same - just the same - you an' I.
We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one...
My brother under the sun.
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check
Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2.
Ol' head said reality is fake an' fake's the new real
Nuttin' but strive to me, but takin' a few pills.
Ain't try'nna be the dude that's raisin' the blue steal
Vic's help me escape, they give me a new feel.
Unedited, ay'day is a newsreel, some cake an' a few bills
Honestly, all it'll take is a few mill (for what?)
For me not ta' have ta' portray no true skill (but!)
But lemme' jus' watch what I say, the truth kills.
(So) Be careful what'chu wish for
If I totally ignore it, I might withdraw.
I used ta' be pissed-off, piss-poor
Money crisp-poor, (it was) like this short.
It was kinda' hard ta' get the whole puzzle workin' wit' half a jigsaw
I got mine, let me help you get yours wit'out gettin' ripped off.
I left a trail nigga, follow it
An' when it's gone, make a new one, don't remodel shit.
[Hook: Bryan Adams - Brothers Under The Sun Sample]
We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one...
My brother under the sun.
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Make ya own mutha'fuckin' footsteps nigga, don't follow mine!
Huh!? I got great problems though, my problems are good!
L-Look, look, look...
New suit, dude nervous (what else?)
Ol' case, new judge, new verdict (what else?)
A new outcome like somebody reversed it
(I mean I'm) I feel like I'm a new man, a new purpose.
(Oh!) It's like a nigga ain't feelin' so worthless
Kneel down an' worship, all them years was worth it.
So when he opened his mouth, I was stunned
He said, you can't deny man his son. Be clear.
So if he wanna be there, you let 'em be there
Be fair, I mean, I can see he wants ta' be near.
I can see that he cares
I'll lock your ass up you don't oblige, be-ware. (I mean it)
She stared, she scared.
My lil' dude always get the World from me
An' you want 'em ta' have the World, jus' not from me.
Back like I never left, was never forced away
Got nuttin' more ta' say. Oh!
[Hook: Bryan Adams - Brothers Under The Sun Sample]
We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one...
My brother under the sun.
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
When I see you I'm disgusted (nigga!)
Can't believe I was ever in love wit' (nigga!)
Must've been dusted, 'cause you look like shit
All these years, they ain't done you no justice. (Look at'chu!)
I mean you all fucked up, can't get cash
Still bitter over a badge you can't get passed. (Huh?!)
Jus' sad, get mad 'cause my bitch bad
Ay'day she switch heels, switch bags. (Whoa!)
It's like we livin' on a dock nigga, big pad
You can't afford a deposit on my closet. (Not even)
Since you, all I ever known was fly shit
Unfortunately, you ain't fittin' that logic.
'Cause you're much less
Sometimes you gotta' stand by your failures to recognize your success.
Still, I'll be the bigger man an' wish her all the best
While knowin' she'll never get it
So why would she ever quit it, it's ridiculous.
[Hook: Bryan Adams - Brothers Under The Sun Sample]
We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one...
You might not understand now because the picture is tainted
I'm 'a take the time out for y'all to try to explain it
I was a kid in Jers', no name, no stage
Listen close while I get everybody on the same page
Me and Dub made music, but times was hard
And we really couldn't pursue it 'cause we both jobs
Right said we could get straight cream
Rap over other niggas' beats, and I ain't know about the mixtape scene
So we did that, going off my god brother's promise
I spit 100 bars over "Nastradamus"
And Right's new cut, so I had hope all along
Next C tape was two freestyles and a song
He gave C my demo, said "It's a go, I bet you."
C said "He's alright, but what's so special? "
Held on to it, and it must have been luck
Because some nigga named Webb went in the back of his truck
And found my shit; listening to rhythm was I'll
Said this kids alright, watch me get him a deal
OnTop met me and Dub, and we liked them
Gave us 10 G's, a Mackie and a [?]
Started making music loosely
But DJs was hesitant to play him 'cause nobody knew me
I guess Joe Budden was new
I needed some help, so Fab came threw and we did "Coming for You"
Did another joint later on with Tah Murda and Black Child
The streets finally started to react now
Made some songs, it was such a long process
Skane stopped by to check progress
And then Webb steady banging Clue who was still ignoring
Cutmaster and Envy was still supporting
Then Clue got with it 'cause my man called hype
Telling me I'm on the Clue tape spitting to "Let's Get It"
People started to see what was what now
Ya' boy got a little bit of buzz now
Everything was so timely
'Cause Skane went up there and told Kevin Lyles he wanted to sign me
So OnTop went to meet with Leo and Kev' about business
They started to talk some Spit shit
It was a new label we ain't know all about
For rappers they wanted to sign but wasn't sure about
Made it sound worth my while, though it was weird for me
Told me if I broke the label, they would take care of me
Put out "Get Right" a way to speed things up
But that shit ain't keep things up
That Def Jam treated Spit as a knock off
And Jumpoff's better than that y'all, I got off
Then I'm on Def Jam, waiting and chilling
Left the mixtapes to get things straight in the building
Left the street dry, I ain't give 'em no ether
Nitty and Skane up there begging for a feature
And they gave us one, and we thought it was hitting
We thought 3rd story would sell, but they didn't
And I liked that song and the hook
Plus they was shooting a video, and we was mad thirsty for a look
But they ruined that shit, had my whole camp feeling the worst
At the last minute cut my 2nd verse
And the politics had me hopeless
And the label just kept overlooking me, so let me focus (So focused, man)
And traveled from state-to-state, club banger
No video spinning, top 8 at 8
By the time Def Jam knew it bumped and had flavor,
The record died down, this is 8 months later
And that whole time, I was out of the street mix
So they tried to bring it back with a bullshit remix
And now they respecting a nigga
But I'm scared 'cause the SoundScan is straight disrespecting a nigga
So it's back to the mixtapes where I don't have to deal with the nonsense
And the next two leaders is common sense
So at a time where the whole rap game is shaken
[Wale:]
Uhh... Dub, A, L, E
Appreciate it Joe, yeah
Highly unstoppable, nothin's un-coppable
Tito Santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull
Proud of product pulled over nigga not be scorned
Around here I am the goat like the Capricorn
New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw
Cause my hoes in the X like they model for cars
Here to change the whole game due to audible
Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull
I'm [? ] to my little mack competition
You gon' need a couple stars to get your first victor
Word picture, hurt niggaz, young verse killer
Fist pleaser, skirt lifter, young Dirk Diggler
Wahlberg +Shooter+, young flow fluid
And my brains travel like Yung Berg jewels
Transformer, no opponent is formidable
Pockets morbidly obese, I'll be tourin for loot
I'm Wale, the new nigga on the block
See my team has hella cars, I got a couple knots
See, how the beat gets ate off
Acquire my scratch and I ain't have to use an 8-ball
Hip-Hop's whole face is off
And I rock with the band, this a cake-walk
Yeah
And I don't want
I don't wanna be condescending on that but like cake-walk
Like, I meant like cake from the second season of "Da Band"
Like cake-walk like it's, fuck it
(TALK TO 'EM!)
[Joe Budden:]
Yo, I'll be whatever you wan' call me
Weird or faulty, but lyricists can't ignore me (nah)
Keep a shooter wherever the force be (why?)
Case they gotta make a band member strip naked like Aubrey
So, they hate and they say
But the AK's a cross from the tommy like Shenene and they'll try ya
Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior
I started off the top of the dome, call him Sylar
Now you now son become C. Dalvin
Dollar Dungarees, kicks fly closet like Chun Lee (but dawg)
Pump me with Sigel to pump B
You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
Flow's all flames, not a race but keep up
Cause I'll +Bolt+ on Usain, I'm too ahead of the game
So take your seat on the bench
You met Wale and 9th Wonder, now meet the tenth
[Intro: Joe Budden - talking]
This goes out to you (you, you)
This goes out to you (you, you)
This goes out to you and you and you
You know who you are
This goes out to you (you, you)
Ta ha, this goes out to you (you, you)
And you (and you)
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Check it, baby, sweetie, lady, darling
It don't (what?), get no better than this
And I know, guys'll go to any measure to hit
But I hope, you don't use that as a measurin stick (uh)
They priorities is off, busy treasurin whips
I just like the opportunity of pleasurin miss
Since I never met another that get wetter than this
Anytime I'm on tour, you'll forever be missed (talk to her)
'Cause I knew she was a fantasy dream
Every Sunday all she worried about is her fantasy team
And anytime shorty speed past, in that E-Class
Body so sick, that I always want a tea bag
So I spend, hit a mall, maybe SoHo
'Cause how she blessed me, swore her jaw broke though
Her sex to me's like a midnight ecstasy
So the bar could be closed as long as she next to me
[Chorus: Emanny & Jay Townsend - w/ ad libs]
Baby I'm tipsy, so let's stay love drunk
Baby I'm tipsy, so let's stay love drunk
Ooh baby I'm tipsy, so let's stay love drunk
Let's stay love drunk, let's stay love drunk
See baby I'm tipsy, so let's stay love drunk
Baby I'm tipsy, so let's stay love drunk
Ooh baby I'm tipsy for you, yeah, so let's stay love drunk
Let's stay love drunk, let's stay love drunk
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Check me out now, check it, see the beauty of it all is (what?)
We could both have whoever we please but um
We'd only be foolin ourselves (why?)
'Cause it seems without each other we would never be pleased
It's much more than her body though I value her waist
See shorty knows the value of space, she don't crowd me (nah)
Open-minded, know she don't got all the answers
When we hit the strip club, she tippin all the dancers
I'm tryin to show you things that you ain't used to (uh)
Talkin waterfront villas out in Saint Lucia (uh)
Turn our cells off, nothin else matters
Took it slow but it couldn't of happened any faster (faster)
See she don't go through the phone (uh)
She say if that's necessary than she'd rather be alone
Can tell she for real by the sound of her tone
Shorty grown, no chaser, she got me in the zone
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Uh, best part about it all, it's not difficult
You such a standout, nowhere near typical
Plus you let me be my own individual
You know if you support me, you'll get every residual
And when girls try to tell you that I'm cheatin (what?)
You agree sayin they don't know the half (why?)
'Cause how I got shorty, it ain't even fair
Know it all adds up, they can't seem to do the math (nah)
[Break: Emanny]
No Henn' or glass of Ros (Ros)
Could make my world spin around just like you do
They just don't taste the same
Got me buzzed off the love you gave (ya gave)
No way I see straight after one sip from you, oh
Look how life, life has changed
Movin up, to bigger things
Look how time flies by... [x2]
(Ain't it funny how time goes by... [x2])
I see the storm, thru the rain
As for you, your still the same
Look how time flies by... [x2]
(Ain't it funny how time goes by... [x2])
[Verse 1:]
Check out your man who came up around the dope boys and backstabbers
A dropout whom some referred to as a backpacker
Dude they used to laugh at, member him?
Bad rapper, exactly why being on the cover of that mag matters
I chop it up with some artists I used to beef with
Glad we all grew to see how played out beef is
Besides, that ain't something we're all willing to afford
When your talented you try to get a million out of more
Made a killing on tour, so while I'm wheelin that Azure
I'm wishing all my black youths could know the feeling I endure
For some folks, my ceiling is their floor
Wondering where I'd be if I ain't feel like persevering anymore
Look what time does, need a reality check
It'll remind us, you can't run from it, it'll always find us
And that's the game I respect it
Rockin a different watch, but it gives the same message
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Look, I used to see her on the tv
Now she textin how she miss me and she need me
It's funny I remember when she couldn't take it
Now when she get naked
Shorty ride it to the point I'm thinkin she about to break it
It's a few broads that ain't agree with my style
Throwin it at me... yea they Cliff Lee with it now
I mean they ain't wanna smile at me, wouldn't say what up
So I have them face down but turnin their faces up
Same broads you grew up with... with no body
Is gettin work done... tired of being nobody
Fake tits and ass, changing their look vastly
Like niggas don't remember how they looked last week
I'll diss a broad in a second, don't put it past me
You don't want the truth? Bitch probably shouldn't of asked me!
Cause they be thinkin they really be on the mind
Though they rockin a nice watch, clearly got the wrong time
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Look at ya man washed up
Lookin like he needs to wash up
Fell off now he just watch us
Was playin ball, something happened to the weight
Tried the dope boy shit, but I guess the same applied
Had a short fall from grace, how the fucks you a critic?!
Damn near 35, how the fucks you in a civic?!
Rimmed up, tryna stunt, lookin ridiculous
And he be dead sober, with them drunk lookin bitches
Frail ass nigga, life movin' slow, snail ass nigga
In the club before 12 ass nigga
And the nigga used to knock me, now his shit is just sloppy
Catch him in some jeans shorts, Issey Miyake
Smoked out son, you ain't get the memo?
Still believing your own hype, still making demo's
No grind, which lead to a short prime
But homie ain't got a watch, how he gon' know the time?
[Chorus]
[Bridge: x2]
Time flies by when you livin the life
[Joey as Derrick]
My names Derrick, I'm from Queens right there on Merrick
Raised of honesty, loyalty, good merits
Gotta lil sister and my pops just perished
And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish
Young when they bagged me, seven in the can is torcher
And I just did that for manslaughter
Odds was against me, murder in the second degree
Made it less cuz I gave 'em a plea
That's the past, now a dude home tryna clean up his past
When all niggaz kno me for is the past
And my minds always thinking how to pocket some cash
They know if something ever sparked it'll cock it and blast
Now I'm tryna live straight and get my act together
But my moms struggling, she putting scraps together
Long time ago, when I wasn't home she was cleaning my room
Cried when she found a gat in the dresser
Said no child of hers woulda had dat, never!!!
But with all the dirt I was doing
I felt like I hadda protect her, I hadda protect us
Stead of me sellin crack forever
She rather be ina shop right, getting bags together
Passing endeavors, wont allow me to get work
Forced me to get work
On apps they ask if you ever been to jail, like if I say yes you'll hire me
NIGGA DON'T LIE TO ME!!!
I gotta lil sister that's nine
Plus moms is chillin, wit some new dude I think she feeling
But he don't help with the bills and I'm back on the script
So we don't go broke, I'm back to this hammer that I hafta tote
Stash ya kno, I'm killin em, only nigga on the Ave. with coke
Only man in the house, I gotta bring in cash
And those two chicks a month that mom get don't last
Lil Sally still young she developing fast
Oh, you thinking the same thing, it's a hell of a task
Then it clicked me, plain close, cops came to get me
But knew that I had mine on threaten to hit me
And I moved swiftly, said they had a warrant
They knew about it all they said they had an informant
I'm back in this caged up cell
With the apes in jail, now I'm back in this eight by twelve
See I tried to live right
But society ain't made for niggaz to live right
Mommy just write
Mommy make sure Sally keep her shit tight
And I'll be home real soon, don't cry, it's iight
[Chorus]
I know it might seem like it's all good
But this is what it's like in the hood
I rep my set like you should
But this is what it's like in the hood
[repeat]
[Joey as Sally]
My names Sally, and I'm from Queens I'm not happy
Dad pasted away, moms remarried
I gotta big bro, but he's in jail
Moms said for some things that he used to sell
And I'm always with step-dad, his names Beau
And theres some things about him that my mom don't kno
And he says if I tell that it won't be pretty
And I'm really scared of em, he's already hit me
He touches me places I don't like it
And I ain't talking bout a hug or goodbye kiss
I mean touch me places that's private
And he don't just touch he put summin inside it
He says the more he does that, I'll start to like it
Hand over my mouth so I'm quiet
Moms only wit 'em cuz our money is low
I'm sixteen but I'm shaped like a twenty year old
And my moms in love so she makes excuses
But she looks at me and sees scrapes and bruises
Why step daddy gotta take me thru this
Help, somebody, I'm getting raped I cant do this
Nobody understands I'm weary
Get goosebumps anytime a man come near me
Know how it feel to have a man use you for a cushion
All the while moaning and pushin
You try to push him, he's getting bothered
You yell and you scream but he starts going harder
Trust me, it's summin you don't wanna be apart of
Cuz even when it's over, your life, it'll scare ya
Visit my bro, he can tell I'm sad
Staring hard at my stomach he can tell I'm fat
He can tell I'm mad
But step daddy touched me, fucked me, you think that I can tell him that?
Beau called the cops on him, could I tell him that?
Yep, thought you'd agree so I keep it all to me
Baby on the way, and I'm not working
And I kno it's his cause I used to be a virgin
Derrick says he'll handle it, wipe my tears
He don't know, this is what it's like for years
And it falls on def ears
Damn mommy please come home, please mommy don't leave us alone
Some secrets are hard to keep
Some secrets make it hard to sleep
And sleep is the only time I feel safe
Still the act haunts me, and I kno I'ma wake up with step daddy on me…
[Chorus]
[Joey as Beau]
My names Beau, gotta chick named Pam that I live with
But she's always in church, real religious
I hadda son he was young he was gifted
Til a nigga killed him a week before Christmas
Three shots close range with a handgun
I knew before I met Pam that it was Pam's son
I knew when I pulled the Mill out harder
And went on a manhunt just to kill they father
Derrick and my boy hadda mutual friend
That put me on doing what I gotta do for revenge
Derricks coming home now, and he's gonna get it
And I kno he'll be lookin for me with a biscuit
Not hard to find, got them teks in handy, and
I'm in his house having sex with him family
I got his mom on the bed and the canopy
And I'm with his sister molesting her candy
Now he kno it all
His friend prolly told em, and you can't hide nothing ina hood so small
But then it came Sunday, Beau ain't hafta work
Just humped on Sally, Pam's in church
Derrick bust in, Beau just froze
White shit on his nose, Sally getting her clothes
Screams, "Get ready for your funeral Beau"
And then he reach to his hip and let a few of 'em go
Cause he's packin but Sally starts gaspin
Holdin her stomach, I guess she started having contractions
Beau grabbed his, now they both got heat
Just gunnin, both ignoring the seed that's coming
Now Sally's in the crossfire, screams out stop
Holes in the wall, now the scenes getting hott
Next 30 seconds on the scene is the cops
Yellow tape up, now the scenes getting blocked
Barricades up, yep, you already kno y'all
Ambulance there, streets full of patrol cars
Cops on the mega phone, "come down now"
But it all calmed down somehow
Beau comes out, hands showing, carrying his arms
Derrick comes down, little Sally in his arms
Yep, nuttin to say, she was hit by a stray
Nope! Shots done ric-o-shade, cops take him away
And now some niggaz miss em
But it wasn't the guns that killed Sally, nah it was the dumb niggaz wit em
When we gonna learn to treat our people sacred
Theres some type of way kid, we're all related
When we gonna grow and get rid of the hatred
Cuz this shit happens on a regular basis, this shit happens on a regular basis
This type of shit happens everyday kidd
[Verse 1:]
Look I'm on a war path
Tell the opposition
Naw keep it to your self, I'm my only competitions
But keep the hate coming
I love the criticism
But understand I'm successful by my own admission
I never had shit
But a bad bitch
Naw let me stop lying mostly they was average
If you'd say my voice would be heard by the masses
A dust head nigga from jerz I wouldn't grasp it
Questions you can ask it
Teamed up with the classics
Working on a classic, smash hits, and that's it
Maybe niggas thought my knees gonna buckle
Newport in my mouth with two g's on the buckle
Got more now then them few g's when I hustle
Spanish broad with them two d's like I love you
But sexy lady it was nice to know you gotta move on
They can't chink my armor a nigga to strong
I think niggas is shady but the proofs gone
I put the jewls on case fools thought it was gone you've been warned
[Verse 2:]
I tried to told dudes way back in 02
That eventually the game would go back to being soul food
I mean soulful while everything is woeful
I try to stay fresh like whole foods on the pro tool
But Mista F-A-B wanna mention him
Fell the fuck off I won't mention him
Only respect one Fab and I'm friends with him
Phonte back out I guess nigga pumped sense in him
They when in pumped slugs in my little brother
But dog I still love little brother
This other guy ain't know whose dude
Got glued to you tube I hit jin asked him if he digested his food smooth
How you beef with Joey did queer with out ears to say he ain't show out of fear
Heclif ain't scared of the old me
The nerve of the young fork
Yosemite Sam is getting gun hoe
Nigga bank account got one o
He could snort lines with his dick and won't come dope
They stringing you along
Don't take it and try to jump rope
Dog this how you know you shouldn't feel glory
Cause I ain't even show and end up being the story I'm sorry
[Verse 3:]
Mic check
I need it to be known
I'm grown
I'm on some next shit
I'm thinking oil money, Texas
Not a necklace
You gotta to shot at mom dukes
Before the techs spit
I don't go out looking for drama like the feds did
Music with a message
But I'm no back packer
Some vengefulness in me
But I'm no back stabber
No baller in the strip clubs I'm throwing cash at her
I'm trying to help shorty and her goals attach faster
Was insecure growing up
Niggas laughed at her
Now she things she got some self worth because her ass' fatter
I told her give yourself the hay suss so
Next time that chain you up you can brake through those
Nigga call you out your name mommy break dude nose
Gotta get you where you going might take you slow
Maybe bend
But never let'em make you fold
Except your short coming baby
They gone make you whole
[x2:]
Those who are dead I'm not dead
But just living in my head
Look...
Waddup greg was speachless I ain't know what to say
Got the call like at 8 am with nig sayin you had passed away
I'm like 1 nigga stay playin your myspace page playing
It started my day achin, it hit me like a tumor
Felt like it was to soon ta thought it was a rumor
Untill it wasn't a rumor, can't believe that it is over
But if god called you I ain't need a mad hatter he must'a needed a soldier
I was like your mentor you was like my friend nah
When I seen you I would treat you like my kin and more
We used to scream "fuck these niggas" like tim dog
You was the only rap nigga I would fend for
Just feinin for beats stuck between a dream and the streets
You just wanted to be seen as elite
Cause you loved far rock like I love jersey so I feel
Ya but love something too much garuntee it'll kill ya for reala
[x2:]
Those who are dead I'm not dead
But just living in my head
It's that on top music...
Riot squad keep ya head up remeber we would diss eachother on tracks
Laugh about it when we met up I'm lookin in ya casket prayin a nigga get up
For a minute I could'nthelp but think that you was set up
No matter who you are you gotta answer when the lord callin
I told you go and fuck with jimmy that's before ballin'
Go get your cash right hard to slow down livin the fast life
I just heard you on flex yo last night like was it old beef
Or was you gettin stuck up, I'm lyin outside your funeral
Ran was really fucked up, and I was too but the difference is
I was more in AH at the ignorant vaule of life the livin gets
Brought the burner on you but you fought that dude
I read the paper it said the pigs caught that dude
It's sad another black man taken by a black hand
Wishin last night in the club we coulda saved your last dance
GOD DAMN
[x2:]
Those who are dead I'm not dead
Some niggers drink away the pain
I think away the game
And they have it so naturally you think is...
... beyond grain escape from that... of shame
... for a hole of fame... been...
Niggers want beef but keeping on with the challenge
Fin the balance... charming asshole
Tell him I feel the ice is forming in my...
Not even about the other person I am in love with her way and her pussy
She is in love... if we order in... I skip the club line...
Girl can make a high volume I don't turn them down
... I ain't rich my nigger but check the way...
Didn't be confused by the bentleys in the... a few resent me
But I am cool with it... before I knew what to do with it
... understand me when I am trying not to be complex... go get it
M future is now... that's the difference between good time
And a life time... some cool some silly some serious
They try to come up... do the pick up lines d... one week is in vegas...
If I cannot... I try to... too many chances to deposit
... the worse that I got you should reserve me a spot...
A life glance before my eyes is worth watching...
Thinking I was hoping... how come we ended up trusting each other...
We are just fucking each other
Nobody getting his. while we are bluffing each other
I could do. my problems you think I am showing of
(Intro)
See god built everyone differently ya mean ?
Everybody aint got the same make up, we aint all good to like
Only thing is when you put in that spot
You gotta ask yourself, when is enough
Im gettin ready for the hard part
this is the first time me and you have been this far apart /
Not the first time that you packed
But the first time that you left /
First time i just stood and watched
More like stood there shocked look at what i've done /
The first time that i can conceded and pride won /
That was our first time in court together
But not really cuz i wasn't allowed to even look your way /
remember ? Thats that paper work you filed right ?
Cant communicate wit the woman bearer my child right /
We both lost it shit was a wild night
unfortunetly we aint go down without a fight /
Always said i wouldn't know what to do without you
Loved what i knew about you not was new about you /
You stepped back and know the shit got realer
Cuz ya'll was closer then most but still aint lookin familiar /
(Hook)
Im doin 90 on the road hand on the .45
If i cant do nothing else i'll survive, Feel me ?
I got that al green playing im feeling on shorties thighs
And since im the one that ya'll wanna try just know im ready to ride
Ugh...
I'm on my grind till the clock stop
This shit is all happening on god's watch
So if you see me pulled over with the car parked
Im just getting ready for the hard part
Im getting ready for the hard part
but fuck it this is what we all wanted /
So i figure fuck it i could use another crack at
So what i ran from for 8 years im right back at /
Fucking with a major..
Now i got my group with me good cuz the scrunity usally has me actin stupidly /
And even though they all think that im a weirdo
When i look to my left or my right they right there though /
They was nieve when they said that we was all through
All walk the same path feel like we the lords group /
The industry dont know the type of damage we gonna cause you
The same ones you called flukes is lookin like war troops /
At the point where even legends give respect
Went from outside of the game to gettin lead in by the best /
Cuz yeah wont stop till our title they cant argue
Know we closer then most still i gotta thank marshall /
(Hook)
Im doin 90 on the road hand on the .45
If i cant do nothing else i'll survive, Feel me ?
I got that al green playing im feeling on shorties thighs
And since im the one that ya'll wanna try just know im ready to ride
Ugh...
I'm on my grind till the clock stop
This shit is all happening on god's watch
So if you see me pulled over with the car parked
Im just getting ready for the hard part
Im getting closer to family closer to my regime
Closer to gwap elly i mean closer to my dreams /
I was closer to the block was closer to them phiens
So nah i aint from the streets but we closer then we seem /
Closer to comfort closer to wealth
But not closer then you can afford you gotta know yourself /
I mean closer to a lead so its murder in the booth
Say they closer to real but thats further from the truth /
But im closer then the people thats wishing for my demise
Fuck me ? Worry bout' that sickness you got inside /
Figure im just a reflection of your miserable life
And since you less fortunette you want a picture and a prize why ?
Stayed to myself and get closer to rap
Cuz getting closer to you would be getting closer to that /
And since thats a little ways im coming closer to forwishing
I just kick my feet back and got a shoufer for the distance /
(Hook)
Im doin 90 on the road hand on the .45
If i cant do nothing else i'll survive, Feel me ?
I got that al green playing im feeling on shorties thighs
And since im the one that ya'll wanna try just know im ready to ride
Ugh...
I'm on my grind till the clock stop
This shit is all happening on god's watch
So if you see me pulled over with the car parked
(Yo, Yo)
How many Mc's must get dissed?
How niggas still think they can still fuck with the kid? (OOO)
I guess I moved up in the world, duke is not happy
Take it as my success throwing shots at me (Talk 2 Em!)
Gotta calm the lions, tame shooters
Gotta catch a new body with the same ruger
We don't spit the same mucas (Naw!)
I'm a boss and you not, shit the even tried to kill Frank Lucas (Talk 2 Em!)
So nigga if I die tomorrow, you ain't gotta ask why tomorrow
Dog I done con the likes of niggas you shouldn't con with
Made bons with niggas you shouldn't bond with (Talk 2 Em!)
I'm sick world in my palm shit re-peated convict
While the dogs trying to con Vick, shit
I guess what I'm tryin say, is niggas die running like Ryan Shay (Talk 2 Em!)
All the Lean Me niggas, got high hopes call them Dream Team niggas
Gin is in my blood is a king gene nigga
I make you appear to be whatever I feel like Green Screen niggas (Talk 2 Em!)
So go and get suped off words, maybe do it for Jerz
Maybe dudes disturbed (Talk 2 Em!), maybe dudes no go, maybe dudes bezerked
So when I pull up in a tank maybe you deserve (Me!) (Talk 2 Em!)
I get into dudes character defects, before your deal you was a character reject
Humble pie when you see a character regress
Fuck ya tape homie, I pass it up, eject (Talk 2 Em!)
Time to seperate the real from the lies
The hills have eyes, but when the hill of ya demise
I reveal at the skies in a hot Ferrari
It's a new Joe in town and it's not Girardi (Talk 2 Em!)
Look, turn pink her face getting her Cam on
In the club man on, freak gettin her jam on
Hands on trying to put her hands on the ice
Cause it's Saw part 4 dog, big enough to stand on (Talk 2 Em!)
When did rappers start acting this fly
Say you top 5, they'll grab it and ride, but I'm humble
So even though I Am Legend, I can say Will Smith's the best rapper alive (Talk 2 Em!)
When they tell you, your doing ya thing
They taking your tampon out and pulling the string
How the fuck you a thug when you stay shook nigga?
More like a school boy, a facebook nigga (Talk 2 Em!)
I'm just straving this can't be greed
I'm not a drug lord, don't nobody hand me keys
Gotta drop a few branches off my family tree
Raised my sons all wrong, yes I'm Andy Reid it's me (Talk 2 Em!)
I can't put the jewels on without no chrome
I can't rock these Ice Cream's without the Cold Stone's
I'm so focused, get on some long nose shit
And I'll have the goons surround you on some Rose shit (Talk 2 Em!)
The more I get into, streets or instrumentals
Bum ass niggas remind me of Mr. Wendal
Me, on the horizen, I've been trying to bring pies in
More dudes then Verizon behind them (Talk 2 Em!)
Bunch of generals behind me, I'm the crew chief
Busting off my Ricky Davis, that's the new Heat
I've come clean about me and it's a damn shame
Only Religions I'm into is a brand name (Talk 2 Em!)
Campaign going full thortal like a race
Feeling Funkdafied get a bottle to the face
Face, for you times is rough too (WHY?)
Cause ain't nobody buying ya albums but you (Talk 2 Em!)
From the sounds of everything I hear you lost it
Still rap aight, but ya peers exhausted
Fuck ya bunch of money, put ya ego to the side
And maybe it's time to study ya understudy (Talk 2 Em!)
I mean, are we hustling or are we grown up?
Everytime I hear you, you changing ya tone up
When the new generation think about Jordan
All they remember is when Iverson crossed him (Talk 2 Em!)
Take off the blazer, lossing up the tie
Nigga fell in love and superman died
Better learn to cover ya ears when the toys pop
I hate ya last single (pause) Boys Roc
Can we hear some new niggas with promise?
The new generation won't forget you we promise
We'll always pay homage
But let's get one thing understood son
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
When the night falls, and the smoke clears
Millions of miles away, yet they so near
I remember memories, so I'm never lead astray
When tomorrow comes I know it's only due to yesterday
Without a boundary, check my latitute
New attitude, see I'm grateful for having grattitude
I'm not complacent, but got no regrets
Few hatin niggas want to see me regress
Deep breath, life is too short for me to be stressed
Interpret ice grillin and their way of sayin he's blessed
You wanna hate, I got my own show, be my guest
Remember doctors used to tell me I was depressed
At the time was dating a model with double d chest
Till I thought, then she laughed that shit off and said these's F's
Before I bought my first gun, was already armed
Teach you bout coof, little bit of class heavy charm
Used to get my laughs(?), for a nice chain, heavy charm
High school drop out, but went to every prom
Now everyone I went to high school with
They 30 years plus still on some high school shit
Seems like all the fly niggas, and bitches that was well off
Is junk head high niggas, all the bitches fell off
From surgery, rappin to niggas that never heard of me
Burglaries, dappin up niggas that want to murder me
If you close minded, I call that an emergency
Blind fold yourself as if there's nothin more to further see
Honestly that's absurd to me
If the sky is the limit then where is the urgency
I embrace life, I'm so carefree
I won't judge y'all if you don't care to be
Just know no matter who you are, the right system
Can turn a role player into a superstar
I'm talking rock bottom, a whole 'nother teir
Stuck in the moment made me move to a whole 'nother year
How'd I become straight forward, no baggage
Y'all can run from the past, I'ma make my way towards it
Nigga I remember stage fright
Back when I didn't know if I could rock the stage right
Who knew I'd end up being the nicest
My point, hard to come up short when shit is priceless
Hard to come up short when shit is priceless
I can't explain it, I just gotta embrace it
But something got me feeling this way
Instead of running, I'm waiting here for it
Cause nothin ever felt this great
I'm stuck in the moment
Stuck in the moment, the moment
Stuck in the moment, the moment
[Intro: Joe Budden - talking]
See like
People can't relate to it, don't understand it
Cause they ain't never been there, they ain't from there
I understand it
[talking over last line of Intro: DJ On Point] [echo]
As we wrap this shit up
We call this one +Still My Hood+
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Even though they hate 'em (oh), even though when a nigga try to make a come up
(It's a), it's another nigga waitin just to run up
Though they sellin rocks for shorts
And every night around twelve you hear them shots go off (talk to 'em)
And know niggaz is rats, some boys is wired
And the food in the supermarket's all expired (whoa)
Every block's a liquor store, an abandoned building
Drunk parents at the liquor store abandonin children (let's go)
Though the sky seems gray, we'll get through the weather
And even though they fill our grade schools with metal detectors
Some cops is crooked and police indecent
And you can catch a body up the street from the precinct
Though we got a lot of shit wrong, a lot of shit goin on
Gotta love it, this the place I was born, so I sit here dedicatin this song
This is still my hood
[Chorus: Joe Budden - w/ ad libs]
Now everywhere I roam, though they keep the chrome, it's no place like home
This is still my hood
And it's far from fine, I may like other places but they far from mine
Gotta love my hood
And I only know one place that be like that, if I ever leave, trust
I'll be right back
It's my hood
It may not be good, it may not be like it should
But let me get one thing understood, this is still my hood
[talking over Chorus: DJ On Point]
Shout to Wyks on the beat
Can't forget NV, what up nigga?
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
You know they got them Macs out until ya time's up
And the barbers'll fuck ya line up (this is still my hood)
Hold up 'cause even though
You can't meet a girl ain't fucked a nigga you know (gotta love my hood)
This the same place you can't get a job
They look at you, like you young and you black
Get the fuck out of dodge (fuck out of here)
Get a gun, get some crack, feel like that's our only op'
Tell ourselves we'll fall back as soon as that money stop (oh!)
They feast on ya watch (and)
And dudes stand on the corner like if life passes us by at least we
Wanna watch (talk to 'em)
Clowns get extorted (whoa), gangstas get recorded (whoa)
Mami don't know if she should keep it or abort it (get rid of it)
Cops you'll never will catch me, I'm aware all my warrants
And I'm not goin down (naw), naw that's not goin down (nah)
Carjackings, shootouts is imperial here
And I dare you find a ratchet with the serial, yeah
Though you might have to raise ya gun, just to raise ya sums
This ain't the place you want to raise ya son (never that)
A few dudes'll argue about they favorite rapper
Other dudes sit and think of different ways they could yak ya
Don't take it personal, it's just the paper they after
So I keep mine on me, just in case I might have to
And still no other place that I'd rather
Gotta love my hood
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
If you've never been, you can't really know about it (naw)
System's fucked up, the jails is overcrowded (whoa)
Murder rates is up and as a matter of fact
A couple of close friends of mine have added to that
And I rate nothin above it, I know it seems odd but I hate it and I love it (naw)
Naw, I hate that I love it (yeah, yep)
The same things that seem to get me always pissed
As soon as I leave, I always miss, it's always like this
So small, everybody knows everybody
It's body after body, it's robbery after robbery
Hookers on the strip, some girls'll be a ho
We got a few local legends, I guess the world'll never know
From Jers to Little Rock, the hood'll never die down
B-More, D.C., Compton, Chi-Town, New York to VA, ya town's like my town
Let's go
[Chorus x2: - w/ ad libs]
[Outro: Joe Budden - talking]
Whoa!
This goes out to everybody in every hood man
No matter where ya at, where ya from
New Orleans, Mississippi
Vancouver, London, T. Dot
used to strive to be a g but that caper was over wit
when i wanted a m, this was all labeled appropriate
one i fronted for, one was heavy in the rear
til i made that and realized that one was already there
check it, they asking bout my well being, well i been fine
i just did some sets of 50 on the incline
i don't do the games, but if i happen to be into one
burner to his melon, just my version of temple run
they tell me im crazy, they say that joe's off
but i ain't tryna rap wit new ideas using old thoughts
the whole premise of they argument is so forced
so what that say for you, if you concluded that wit no cause
that's just some lil truth for you no it alls
nigga i can roof a bowling ball
i make a mayor change his point of view
and won't always show wit his face depends on who its pointed to
now a bunch of groupie niggas want to join the crew
models want to join the pool, it's funny what some coins will do
my regular sex'll be a porn to ya'll
its wierd since i never fucked none of my friends porno stars
wait..forgot about that night up in the fountain blue
decapitate that other bar, head i wasn't counted dude
when its normal for you, you ain't gotta play to win
im more concern with how melo's gonna play wit lin
i took a break for a sec, i'm done chilling
thought i lost my hunger, kind of had this numb feeling
haters say i'm wack, paint me as this one villain
but i'll be nice longer than they gon be unwilling nigga!
now i'm only chasing bills hard
you won't understand it 'til you face the right pill charge
worry free cause my lawyer get it crunk
told me i'd get time serve without ever hitting a bunk
i dont bother wit a glock
or haven't since i parted from the block
but if duke talking crazy then he'll do it to a cartridge full of shots
find his body in a river down in austin won't matter if his father is a doc
nigga!! feet dangling from a small stretcher
convo interrupted by a small heckler
cause the boy feel like rapping again
you heard a clue tape you know its about to happen again
[Chorus: Frou Frou sample]
If you think that it's so damn easy
Then what do you need me for?
Just look at the state of you
Babe, snap out of it
You're not listening to this
[Joe Budden:]
Yeah... talk to 'em! Ohh
HUH? Joey!
It's, it's, that on top
Must be I'm just avoidin the inevitable, dodgin my fate
So many things a nigga gotta escape
Autobiographical, I need my life to maybe hop on a page
That'll end with a sigh, goodbye, with my mouth open cockin a gauge
How you the greatest at your job, but they dockin your pay?
Guess when God's holdin a bar they start mockin your ways
Murder my fans while I'm rockin on stage
Naw let me chill, I ain't thinkin at a logical state
I catch 'em while they noddin they head, sayin the words
And start a blood bath, right as they repeatin the verse
At the show let 'em know that they help lead to me bein disturbed
I'm thinkin {"You're not making any sense"} ha ha, listen (OHH!)
How much longer you expect me to be degraded
By niggaz who can't appreciate bein appreciated?
Y'all made this beef related
One less person to judge, just one more problem alleviated (HUH?)
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden:]
Ya mean, uh, fruck's goin on?
Yeah! Listen
I'll stand before your honor, without a alibi, lost kinda
Just a product of a lost genre
Cuffed like I'm a cause drama, headline un-remorsed trauma
Sweat drippin from my head like I performed a concert
No alibi for my unlawful conduct
I need a pardon from the president, call Obama
And tell him I was goin all out
I was doin God's work, I thought the nigga called out
{"Snap out of it, you're not making any sense"}
They don't hear me, check it!
You lookin at a more honest improve in me
All of the comments and scutiny, drive him to lunacy
Committin hate crimes as if I got immunity
A opportune time to have opportunity
Not, but when he don't stop by it just ruins me
Pride is persuin me, why's it rebukin me?
I got demons by my door, staked out
I'm inside goin over my escape route
[Chorus: w/ Budden singing along]
[Interlude: Frou Frou sample]
Now I've had it up to here
Don't ever try that again
Why are you so quiet so suddenly?
Go on, have it
You're just dying to tryyyyy me!
[Joe Budden:]
Yeah, uh-huh-uh, uhh
Muh'frucker, uh, uh
Let me tell you
Yo, see I'm in search of privacy
On e'ry social network, but don't wan' network with society
That's, probably why my net worth ain't so high to me
These Percosets work, now they FUCKIN with my sobriety
I'm chasin a hit - all in Heath Ledge
+Dark Knight+ overdose, I ain't chasin the SHIT!
I got a audience, they just got me hatin this shit
Or is it how I view life, and how vacant it is
Watch me and see a horrible movie, bad reviews
Scattered views with a cold heart, wrong attitude
I ain't got a thing in common with these rapper dudes
Nigga! {"You're not making any sense"}
Okay, aside from some drawn-out thoughts, mags and tools
I don't think they know what it FEEL like to be battered, bruised
And still they can't see me with the ink
So try fuckin the world ain't as easy as you think, nigga!
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
[Outro: Joe Budden]
Oh, Joey! Ta-ha
Fruck's goin on?
You need me for?
Fuck them all niggaz, geah
The fruck's goin on?
Nigga! Ta-ha, yeah
It's, it's...
[Intro: Joe Budden - talking (Suzy Q)]
(A staaaarrr)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
One two, one two
(Is inside of meeeee)
One two, one two
Uh, uh, uh
Nod ya head, if you want clap ya hands to it
It's just music, you feel like it dance to it
Uh, uh, come on
[talking over Intro: DJ On Point - echo]
Name of this record right here is called Star Inside
Shout to Dub B on the beat
Let's go
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
If you feel like I feel it's all love, what up?
Now throw ya motherfuckin fingers in the air, (oh), yeah
Mr. On Fact, here to do it like on fact, this ain't about rap
If you ain't come to feel good, we gonna do it without you
Too low, turn the music louder, yeah
Turn the music loud in here
You understand that what y'all about to hear
Feelin myself, homie what?
See I'm a leader, won't show me up
Nah, see they won't slow me down, won't slow me up
Sky's the limit, 'til I die and I'm in it
But that's not the case tonight
Pop a case tonight
Like whatever you want do, it's okay tonight
See 'cause all of that salt we gon' shake tonight
Now bring the break aight
[Chorus: Suzy Q - w/ ad libs]
I'm just tryin to be me
'Cause there's only one me
Strip away materials and seriously
These things don't make me
Nothin can break me
I shine because a star is inside of me
[Verse 2: Joe Budden (Suzy Q)]
I write Mood Muzik, know a lot of you ain't used to
Jot my life on wax, I'm puttin you through it
No lies, it's all truth to it
Do the music 'cause it's (inside of me) [okay]
Fans wanted the real, I went and gave it to 'em
I'm not a street nigga, nah just relate to 'em
I just relay through 'em
Show the way to 'em, never fake to 'em, that ain't (inside of me) [hold up]
Don't be afraid, show the World who you are
Go and show the World you a star [you could]
Reach to the stars, go ahead show the World that it's ours
And then the World'll know that it's (inside of me)
40 acres and a mule to, 40 K's on the Mueller
See I'm just thinkin of ways to get my dudes up
They use to say we was losers
I beg to differ, that ain't me, now
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Break: Suzy Q - talking]
Give it to 'em Joe
Give it to 'em Joe
Give it to 'em Joe
(You got it)
[Verse 3: Joe Budden (Suzy Q)]
They say if you don't stand for nothin, you'll fall for anything
'Cause of that there, I see the whole game on the ground
Watchin what works, we all chasin a hit
Instead of takin a risk, so we changin our sound now
Now we all chase jewels, big trucks and income
All that and then some, chase whatever trend come [but]
At least 'til the trend's done [but]
But that don't change within none [yeah]
And I'm not sayin to not have a Benz son
Rings that shiny, whatever things' timely
Those things help to unwind me [but]
But naw those things don't help define me
Aim at the basics, aim you can make it
'Cause even when the whole game seems tainted
I'm a star without the chains and the bracelets
'Cause that fly shit is (inside of me)
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Outro: Suzy Q - singing]
A glow is comin from my heart
Open yours and find a star
(Hey!)...
(Hey!)
[talking over the end of the Outro: DJ On Point - echo]
Shout to my nigga NYCEO
Mixtapehype.com
Can't forget my nigga D.C., Central Station
Out in Long Island
If the charge is goin through the motions
Then I gotta plead guilty
If the sentence don't do it
Then this ??? it should kill me
Was told my options in this game was either death or prison
But I registered enough cash to change the repetition
Unknown they still don't know what to make of me
Rather than attempt it's much easier to say "Fuck me"
They fake love me, observed and they judge me
Falsely as a rapper in the body of a case study
In my world even sure bets are not certain
Cause you'll get the picture then find out its the cropped version
Everything froze when they ran on me with Glocks squirtin'
So if time waits for nobody I doubt your clock's workin'
I told them buckle up, they said the ride's over
I put myself in other shoes they called him bi-polar (TALK TO EM)
But that only discredits what I'm tryna do
And you'll figure that out the moment you stop tryin to
On everything I love, right hand on the Bible
A Koran, be on whatever religion you suscribe to
I'm going through the motions like a drive-by
Wait too many rules in this bitch I won't abide by
Uhhh, on pace, never stagnant
Only give em a fraction, this is a re-enactment
Don't believe what you see we just actin'
Or am I just rehashin'?
Truthfully am I goin through the motions?
Or are they goin through me?
Check it, I'm just goin through the motions, born alone, die alone
The result of playin angry birds on this iPhone
Buyin some shots with some vicodin pop
That have you tell old girl you love her when you just like her a lot
I'm askin, how you gon' move forward, how you handle the pain?
If you leave behind more than you ever stand to gain
Same type of bitches in a different disguise
If I wanted to constantly hear their yellin' I'd just listen to Plies
Focusin on my old hoes as a sure way to make a quick endeavor
Ain't got an X that wouldn't rather be a different letter
That's how I end up in the words war
??? and continue to blame me and say they deserve more
But whatever my issue, the fattest ass is like a cure to me
Comes with a career path that never seems pure to me
When they say they model I'm not thinkin its for jealousy and security,
entitlement, possessiveness, obscurity
Just goin through the motions, could tell I been here
It's so routine to me you would think that it's sincere
Screamin out somebody help
Destiny made a mistake and gave my fate to somebody else
Still I'm walkin round, hat low, holier than now
Just cause hoes be on my dial and they know me up in ???
Just goin through the motions, but I do it in an armored truck
That way when I crash instead of spazzin I'll be calm as fuck
I'm goin' through the motions, least I'm doin' it sober
Can't tell if I'm goin' alone or bein' chauffeured
The drivers on no rest, with no destination
Can't tell if this the test or its the preparation
Here's a message to the haters tryna stampede
You wanna kill the kid, you'll need a plan B
Voices in my head soundin' louder than the banshee
Callin' me a character, this ain't sponsored by Stan Lee
Uhhh, a pitfall of being famous
Sometimes you need a minute alone to get reacquainted
Spent so much time complainin bout the hand I was dealt
I damn near forgot how the mansion felt
Forgot what led me hear, forgot my history
Forgot I was a addict, forgot what that did to me
Forgot to count the cards, forgot how to deal
[Verse 1:]
Still regular, just stuck in a rapper's body
Made some bread off this shit, but still, raps a hobby
I never got a invite, I had to crash the party
Now it's just models inside him at the after party
I set trends, here's something for the fags to copy
Succeeding, everybody from the past get's salty
I get in the booth and own that bitch
Won't stop til all my brothers are Jonas rich or wealthy
Not rich, fuck it... see I aspire to be Mr. Buffet
Warren, not from just touring
I used to grind, hustle hard for some hot Jordan's
Til my mind went beyond and all that got boring
The streets watching, but it's outlook is not important
I'm trying to pocket a fortune without the stocks soaring
If you ain't into getting paper let it be
Just know were too parallel to every meet
Think about it now...
[Hook: Sampled]
[Verse 2:]
They say he can't come to the hood, he got ran out
How's he living so good? His money should've ran out
Figured he'd be thirsty for a hand out, or living at his mans house
None of that ever panned out
Call him fake as, say "he as fake as, his girl's fake ass"
Say "we don't hear him on the radio and he ain't been out in so long"
"Dude can't even rap", you couldn't be so wrong
Got a different type of censorship,
So whatever I'm blessed with, I don't mention it
That shit is soft and my motto is when you get inside the end zone...
Act like you've been there before
Says something about your character to always brag
So if you never had, act like you always have, forreal
Here's something to ahear to be careful
Cause with so much dick in your mouth it's hard to hear you
Pause!
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
They say don't argue with fools, me I do it for debate sake
I'm the nigga that embrace hate
Take a minute, think about how much ya cake weigh?
Then know I'm on your mind having a great stay
Actually, I hope to never have to vacate
You see I'm much more vaca then AK
How you premeditate hate?
At least have the balls to may say when a nigga face to face
Let's see if you still wanna disrespect the king/savior
I'll introduce you, in case you never seen a razor
All that mean behavior have whatspoppin dot net at ya wake
And use ya pic for my screensaver
See I ain't losing the sleep
You a small piece of bark and I'm on to the whole tree
And please, know there's never been a nigga more "I don't give a fuck" then Joe
Even before the show biz
We gonna need more than a block, we monopolizing
Nah, I'm not rapping, I'm prophesizing
Quite simply, seat back, diamond white Bentley
Approach it I might empty, since I never gave a FUCK
Ain't nothing you can say that might offend me
Not when only reason shorty's in the ride is to? me
When you do a little better they begin to hate ya
So I keep animals with me, it's just in my nature
If you don't wanna hear the real then I ain't finna make ya
You just keep hearing what's coming from them incinerators
But when they show the hatred is when you know you made it
Me, I been to hell and back the shit is over rated
But every day could be your last, so if trouble met me
He'll be with a few of viagras and a couple beckys
You want a crash course? Know the damages
I promise y'all that if I got high I'd smoke Canibus
From best to worst, from legend to barely here
Since they repo'd your prime this shit ain't really fair
Losing his mind, somebody better set him straight
Lost Buckingham Palace, now it's Section 8
In '012 why rep that hard?
And who the fuck dug him up from Wyclef's backyard?
But off him, not a part of you is trife
And you can't afford the drama when your Arsenal's a knife
No heart in you to survive, nigga living like an orphan
Beefing bout New Jersey but you living in New Orleans
I ain't even got to stab you, far from a threat
I don't get why a Hitman felt he needed to Holla at you
Come to rapper shit, you real bad at matching wits
I'm better with a badder bitch, how I'm not the catalyst?
When the shots finish flying I bury the biscuit
I fall off the same day Tyler Perry'll miss it
But what stifles me is how you sit back and idly
Call this a rivalry when your idle's me
How you throw a shot at everything you try to be?
Sad part is nothing in your life coincides with me
Now tell me that's your strategy son
The clip's extended, they looking like Natalie Nunn
Sayin' we can blow the shotties how is he supposed to stop me?
As a hobby I get high inhaling decomposing bodies
And if you decide to cross Joe, I'll be waiting with a crossbow
And feed his torso to my baby cane corso
Shit has gone far enough, it's time to finish this
Should stop starting chess matches 'gainst the limitless
Friends with my foes so my peers are annoyed
Everyday they just watch me cry tears of joy
I don't care for the ploy, came up from being hella broke
You think the fans are buying music, I'm selling hope
Here's some insight homie, fuck making a friend
My funeral gonna be by invite-only
By chance I'm going to hell maybe for selling dope
I want my own table sectioned off with a velvet rope
Might want to see Heaven, might need a telescope
A girl to restock anytime the wine cellar's low
Bottle service, maybe a couple whores
High ceilings, flat screens and double doors
I'm not a cult member, I'm not a worshipper
Just a Jers nigga tryin'a have a couple words with her
Strollin' through the hood till she seem outta place
Used to niggas blowing her up that'll cling to her waist
Me, I've never been a nigga that a fiend had to chase
Ask for gucci all you gonna get is cream to the face
So I put my G stacks up against your little weed stash
A one time only event, won't get a recap
Aim it at his knee caps, have niggas in your crib
When you get home, your lil' girl in the back they think it's TCAP
So y'all can put all the blaming on me
Don't kick me when you know
I'm down baby
I've got my reasons
but you're cherry picking love
grenades
Throwing them at me again
Don't let me see you with a sad face
Don't wanna see ya
Smashing up all those dreams
That's the way it's always been
All good
In the hood tonight
Did I forget to mention
A little bit of tension makes the world
alright
(makes the world alright)
And there's some pain
You can't do without
That's the pain you're tasting
When you started walking out
Ooh mercy mercy
It's a hard game
When love is war
And war will never be the answer
I feel that rage again
This is the storm
You love to ride on
Your face s thunder
Tears are falling down like rain
On my window pane
(Keep on sayin it)
All good (all good in the hood tonight)
In the hood tonight (all good in the
hood tonight)
Did I forget to mention
A little bit of tension makes the
world alright
And there's some pain
You can't do without
That's the pain you're tasting
When you started walking out
Walking out on me yeh, walkin out
Walking out on me yeh, walkin out
Walking out on me yeh, walkin out
All good (all good in the hood tonight)
In the hood tonight (it's good in the
hood tonight)
Did I forget to mention
A little bit of tension makes the
world alright
And there's some pain
You can't do without
That's the pain you're tasting
When you started walking out
Walking out on me yeh, walkin out
Walking out on me yeh, walkin out
Check it
No regrets, nigga no regards
I know the bar, raise mine, yall can lower yalls
What I lack in talent, I normally show in heart
Prolly why they want the encore before the show can start
So if you in my life, know ya part
That's the best way for us to never grow apart
Even through the mid-life crisis', yall know who the nicest is
Always tell it like it is in spite of it
Dudes frontin quite a bit, know i've grown tired of it
Sometimes you'd rather just watch the movie than write the script
Authentic, ????
More vintage, yall mimic, all gimmick
I ridicule what's been done
See I aint fooled by what's spewed bout they income
Lose some you win some
Perception, shit'll give you grey hairs and then some
Inception are you living a dream of livin in one
Haters see me get to thinking that it cant be all good
So I just kill them with the car, Brandy Norwood
And keep chasin success that yall scared of
Done carryin dead weight, I'm no longer the paul bearer
Check, I'm too grown for all the games I dont play with suckers
I'm on the sideline, just watchin the dave and busters
But when you think of Joe this is unrefutable (Not a word, he means irrefutable)
The paint is fucked up, but the picture gon' be beautiful
its gonna be a short summer
Cause most of yall ain't built to last
It's gonna be a short summer
Cause soon enough your shit gon' pass
It's gonna be a short summer
You had your fun but now it's done
It's gonna be a short summer
A new season has begun
Which wrong are you an heir to
How can I be compared to
Nigga you fallin off with a parachute
Ya stack short, you got some earnin to do
You new school, just means you got some learnin to do
I dont care to argue
You to easy to tear apart through
What I hear is partial, that whole project is Sarah Marshall
And I dont know what type of shit you on
I tried to make you get the point but you was Chris Duhon
So where Ray Felton when you need em
When niggas show you who they really are you should believe them
Catch me with the top down, turnpike speedin
Bout to have Jersey on fire like Cleveland
With my back in the wall I ain't never got slayed shit
Lebron was king until that pressure got Wade
So if you marry the game i'll be at the alter waitin
With some niggas I dont call till its an altercation
Less bail money, less court cases
More mile high, more vacation
More of my back rubbed, more of my feet massaged
Had me thinkin she invented face time Steve Jobs
They can't stay afloat, they proll need a mention
We in two different boats, but yours need an engine
Nerve of you niggas I earth you niggas
Took the mirena out of shorty, gave birth to you niggas
Dog, I hear everything you say
You Steve Irwin to a upset stingray
A lighter to a upset Jean Grey
Now who's hotta, you notta
True scholar, new prada, a few dollars
Niggas want to hit em with the chrome like Blaka
I'm waiting for them when they get home like Posada
How did he compare a stove to hells kitchen
That just make a man real mad, Mel Gibson
So death to all the bullshit by any means
Kill em all, hang em from the ceilin using skinny jeans
For aspiring rappers that want to pop a can
For the families of Sean Bell, Oscar Grant
Nigga ya heat wave is almost up
Playing for keepsake you almost fucked
So when you talk about Joe
When you done being critical
Say the painter was wild
But he made sure the portrait was original
[Intro: Joe Budden - talking - w/ ad libs]
Uh, it's that knock right here
Uh, y'all in that mood yet?
Taha, you need a subo to play this in the car by the way
Let's go
I'm a be quiet, let homeboy say what he gotta say
Get his little shout outs out the way
Goin, goin, gone
[talking over Intro: DJ On Point] [echo]
This joint right here is called Get No Younger
Featuring Ezo
Shout out to The Klasix on the beat
Dave, Mike, I see you
Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3
Let's go
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Now look, I'm in that 550 feelin like Chuck Liddell
Aside from Rampage Jackson it's "fuck the world"
My lean came so mean, +So Fresh and So Clean+
Like a Sunday morning listenin to Joel Osteen
Like my beat down low, I'm rimmed up with the seat back
Boo with the sweet back, I definitely need that
Even if her body make a nigga want eat that
Bitch you don't +Make+ a nigga +Better+, better see Fab
I know a bird named Amy, love to tea bag
Set you up right for some loosies and a weed bag
Alcoholic, cute face but her weave bad
And she went to the Winehouse straight from the +Rehab+
The recap rappers and they G stacks
Fixated on imaginary ice like freeze tag
I speed past, ease past with my G swag
I'm at a level most niggaz couldn't see past
[Chorus: Ezo]
On my grind, chasin dollars (chasin dollars)
In the fall or the summer (fall or the summer)
Streets are pullin me under (pullin me under)
And I ain't gettin no younger
[talking over Chorus: DJ On Point] [echo]
Shout out to Paree
Jill, Grimstyles
Can't forget Jay, what up?
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Whoa, whoa, some say "sky's the limit", still I'm tryin to reach higher
So on my deathbed, I'm figurin how to be fly
I'm talkin above heaven (but)
But talkin about death is me beatin a dead horse and a nigga love "Slevin"
I'm a '80's baby with a '60's mind state, Yankee fitted backwards
Lookin at whippersnappers
Livin young and reckless, never mind who the best is (might as well)
They need to get rid of their style, put it on Craigslist (nigga)
'Cause you ain't crazy, stop it
Even if you was wild like Randy Moss, start feelin Patriotic
How I'm gon' lose with Tom Brady in the pocket?
Beggin dude to come back like the Yankees did "The Rocket"
And just like Clemens did
Reappear to get the most wins it in, damn dickheads is so sensitive
Pussies get hemorrhages, find a way to benefit
Even when it seem the whole World is against the kid
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Whoa, I mean, the burner's in the air (is that what you want?)
Like J. Holiday I'll put you permanently there
It's +Bedtime+ niggaz, weapon of mine niggaz, Wesson or nine niggaz
"Minority Report", I'm ahead of your mind niggaz
You wanted to beef, you got twenty with you, I got a hundred with me
Now this is somethin to see (oh)
Boogieman your whole squad, put you under some sheets
In that Dodge Richard Reid had under the sheet
On some Jetsons shit but if the shook type approach me
I'll fill 'em with metal 'til he look like Rosey
Niggaz ain't off the hook like Joey
My feet is up cozy, at the end of my bed
Get on my Puff Daddy +All About The Benjamins+ shit
And turn my back on Danja/danger like Timbaland did (ya heard?)
Hoodie over my head, the snub showin
Fuck what the World's come to, where the fuck's it goin?
[Chorus: without ad libs]
[Outro: DJ On Point - talking until the end] [echo]
Shout out to my nigga Trees Bland
Bland Management
Shout out to Phat Gear down in A-T-L
[Verse 1]
She don't love me
She love the power, she loves a man of my position
Loves the sex, loves a man of my positions
Love the pool, love the hot tub, my summer bunny
Both parents broke, but she come from money
And I don't just beat it up, I pound her
She reciprocates it with fresh grits and flounder
I counter by letting her put whatever on the counter
Cause I never seen a ass better or rounder
Plus I never seen ass better around ya
No dollars, just ass, bet it surround ya
She don't love me, she love the way I navigate
Love the wordplay and how I make her masturbate
I drop her off and laugh at you while you chasing it
If I was ever in Marvin's Room, I was casing it
But do be calling or right after I'm all in
I be like feel free, pick up, I'm watching SportsCenter
I grew up poor, I never had shit
So now I don't hit the mall I hit the flagship
I got her thinking that's her paper to burn
But when I lock her out, she won't doubt David is Stern
I mean, they don't love me, they wanna send me Llamas
But I can understand why they envy, kinda
Friendly reminder, bank statements with plenty commas
Made it right in front of em, gotta thank Benihana
If you with these rap dudes, I may have tainted it
They blackballed me, I spray painted it
Been accused of cheating, but I never take the blame for it
They did all the fucking, my ass just entertained the shit
Yea, I'm through the hood, red Porsche
They been mad, but I'm pistol whipping a dead horse
Now execs wanna hop on the phone
Cause I snuck in the back door while they was watching the throne
I mean, she don't love me, she just infatuated
She was the side chick, then she graduated
If she loved me, that would be unusual
I think she only say that shit to find out if it's mutual
[Hook: Emanny]
[Verse 2]
I'm in the zone, but I don't need MTV
I need pills, not percs, I'm on NZTs
Why the fuck would they mess with another guy's rhymes
If the stakes is high, nigga butterfly mines
I mean, hate my bars, but she love the way I say the shit
Hate my job, but she love it when I pay for shit
If she ever wild, tryna ruin my dictatorship
I put her in the oven, let her bake a bit
One land, one take off
One's annoying, one demand make her take off
One's a older nympho, get mad when I say it's soft
But she feels a way when? cried when the Lakers lost
She don't love me, love the company I keep
But the fans don't love me, mean they wanna be the sheep
My motto is to do it for the culture, they not of the same gene
You want the current wave, stay on the main stream
Is it me or is what I'm hearing just pitiful
Airwaves the same, even the stereo is typical
It don't love me, it love the models that I be with
But when I be talking about all of these models I'm? you should believe it
Wanna know the secret? I guess it's how you time the shit
You come with wooden jewelry, I give her diamond dick
I hit the booth and the track get nervous
If you say I sold out, try to track that purchase
If we shared the same life, nigga you would understand it
When no matter the charges you accrue, you never panic
You would take advantage
When I feel like you the ruler of the planet
Get some head, a little hookah on the hammock
Rodman with the trash talk, the Magic will Walt with the black ball
The way I bounce off the asphalt like cat paws
Tried to trap me till I started to roam
Tried to keep me out the game, so I started my own
I mean, she don't love me, she just infatuated
She was the side chick, then she graduated
99 problems and a bitch is every one of em
[Intro: Stack Bundles]
Listen!
[Verse 1: Stack Bundles]
If you listen to this it's evident you trying to figure out if I'm dude
Or maybe somebody told you I'm that dude
Or maybe you one of the few that dissagree with me
And got your own views about whos really that dude
Well...
The south movement got ten months left
And come valentines day the game will merge to the west
And I feel it's absurd that the east is the selling the less
Screaming new york new york the pioneers is suppose to be the best
You blaming all the vets on the current state of the game
They won't retire so the generation just remain the same
A bunch of oppurtunist that was giving oppurtunity
Too make a difference in music but gave no oppurtunity
Nothing new or fresh just the same ass sound
Same ol' producers with the same ass sound
Up and coming artist's got identity crisis
Cause whenever you you the labels turn you away
But when you me you think of a way
To cast the criticisim aside get on a track say what the fuck you wanna say
The radios gonna play whatever the listeners say it should
And I want the listeners say they should indeeed they should
Indeed I should smack a few niggas like suge
But then they'll black mall me
And the that's a long story no crossover so I wrote the crossover
But if the album sellout I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep asking whens the album gonna come out
Ask your local execs I'm out!
[Pre chorus: sample]
[Verse 2:]
Look!
What up ray was speechless I ain't no what too say
Got the call like at 8 am with nate saying
You had passed away I'm like why niggas stay playing
Your myspace page playing I started my day aching
It hit me like a tumor felt like it was too soon to
Thought it was a rumor untill it wasn't a rumor
Can't beleave that it's over
But if god called you I ain't even mad at him he must have needed a soldier
I was like your mentor you was like my friend NAH
When I seen you I would treat you like my kin and more
We use to scream fuck thease niggas like tim dogg
You was the only rap nigga I would fend for
Was phiening for beats stuck between a dream and the streets
You just wanted to be seen as elite
Cause you loved far rock like I jersey so I feel ya
But love something too much guaranteed it will kill ya for realer
[Hook: Talking]
Nah I mean...
I remember we was in the studio doin... doin you know what will happend
It was me you and core... You told me to keep my verses 16
But you know I can't do that I went ahead and gave them mad bars you was mad as fuck!
You went and tried to strech your shit but I wasn't havng it though nigga
[Verse 3:]
Rian squad keep your head up
Remeber we would diss each other on tracks laugh about it when we met up
I'm looking in your casket praying a nigga get up
For a minute I couldn't help too think that you was set up
No matter who you are you gotta answer when the lord calling
I told you go and fuck with jimmy that's before ballin'
Go get your cash right hard to slow down livin the fast life
I just heard you on flex show last night
Like was it old beef or was you getting stuck up
A line outside your funeral ran was really fucked up
And I was too but the difference is
I was mourned all at the ignorant value of life that living gets
Pulled the burner on you but you fought that dude
I read the paper it said the pigs caught that dude
It's sad another black man taking by a black hand
Wish your last night in the club we could have saved your last dance
God damn!
[Hook: Talking]
I remember like... I remember we was in cancun
That was my first time out there in cancun
Me and you was rolling together you talking about where the bitches at
Like nigga I dunno your pose' to be the georgeous gangsta
Don't ask me nothing I don't speak no spanish
I love you nigga!
[Verse 4:]
I know the kids really need you
I keep telling em' pac wanted to sign biggie wanted to see you
Pun wanted to cypher L' wanted you to bring some of that good cush up and get a little higher
Go and help jam master j get the crowd a little hyper
Or maybe freaky tah switched up and needed a ryder
Maybe allyah single up there and needs a ryder
I know you and rick james would set the studio on fire
You in a better place up there at the pearly gates
You can be the georgeous gangsta and niggas won't hate
Some niggas tapped the bottle poured out a little hennesey
I'm in the clouds screaming squad up in your memory
[Hook: Talking]
I remember you called me that day I think you was in far rock
You had some bitch in your car and your car broke down
And you called me talking about do I got triple a and shit
I'm like nah but atleast hat answer your question
And you like what question?
I'm like well I just heard a song of yours
Talking about you wanted to know why she won't stay with you
And she wanna go ride with a G'
[Joe Budden:]
Yo, yo.
Her name was Chyna Doll, real name Sasha
Stripped out in Jersey, a regular show stopper.
Club hopper, couldn't tell her nada'
Can't even talk to 'er if it ain't about a dollar.
Stayed in the latest? Esay?, Gucci, Prada
Two kids, no communication with' the father.
She nineteen, lookin' like the truth is sickenin'
But boo is trickin' ta' pay schoo' tuition.
A hourglass figure with' the best complexion
With' no ratchet on 'er, usin' sex as a weapon.
Her man's name Jerome, highschool sweetheart
Who jus' came home for some charges unknown.
It's 'prolly domestic, he be beatin' 'er ass
Chyna still go ta' work like she be needin' the cash.
Got his name on 'er ankle, real impolite
I made it rain on 'er once an' bitch couldn't say, "thank you".
Call me loose, but'chu'd fuck shorty too
I'm talkin' thirty-six, twenty-four, forty-two.
She be at the Pink Teacup
Drunk of Chardonnay an' E'd up
A Black Girl Lost, she need Jesus.
Bi-sexual, livin' life on the brink
Newark niggas used to come-through spikin' 'er drink.
Puttin' drugs in 'er liquor, throwin' dubs when they tip 'er
She high makin' it clap screamin', "fuck them other niggas! "
High demand on 'er, Jerome type jealous
Used to come-through clappin' at niggas that put they hands on 'er
'Cause of the insanity, fired 'er from Fantasies
Every man's fantasy sufferin' from vanity.
I 'member she went broke for a short 'xtent
So she started fuckin' niggas just to pay her rent.
Started fuckin' anybody that'll get her bent
Frequentin' hotels an' cars with' dark tints.
But she never home, in the World for feelin' 'er greed
This a disease, grandmother takin' care of 'er seeds.
Now ay'body she be with' keep gettin' 'er Weeded
She dropped outta' school, felt (like) it was no longer needed.
Low self-esteem, a broken home, an' shattered dreams
Got Chyna comin' out of 'er jeans.
Get money by any means, wearin' anything that's skin tight
Pretties up the outside to cover-up what's inside.
That one time bad bitch (dawg) don't even look average
Borrows her friends clothes, no more money for Saks Fifth.
Jerome proposed now they awaitin' marriage
Little did he know how many niggas had smashed it.
Dre used to pipe 'er, them two was creepin'
It was more than jus' beatin', I'm guessin' he really like 'er.
Dre gotta' girl, maybe not with' the label
See, her name is Faith, but he ain't never been faithful.
She used to get? raiseful?, yellin' out, "I hate'chu! "
Been with 'em since he was broke an' he ain't grateful.
Now the nigga's able, financially stable
But she turnt' the tables, went an' got some other mates too.
That never stopped her from rummagin' through his shit
Dre neglectin' home, fuckin' 'round with' this bitch.
Takin' 'er on vacates, pickin' 'er up for late steaks
Spent his whole check on 'er damn near every payday.
Already fought 'Rome when he caught Dre at the strip club
Chyna givin' 'em a lap dance gettin' 'er tits rubbed.
Zipper down like he jus' finished gettin' his dicked sucked
'Rome through his fist up, but Dre couldn't give a fuck.
Security kicked 'em out, speakers blastin' DJ Unk
I seen Jerome runnin' over towards his trunk.
Chyna came an' stopped it before Jerome popped it
Dre ain't learn nothin', kept creepin', he ain't stop shit.
I tried to talk to 'em, he ain't heed the message
She lookin' sickly skinny, exceedin' anorexic.
Coughin' every minute, which ta' me kinda hinted...
If you gonna' have ya cape on (nigga) then take 'er to the clinic.
But he don't wann' listen an' know he never told me
He bring that bitch everywhere, treat 'er like a trophy.
I know dude, I already know that when he go fuck 'er
He wide-open, he divin' in no rubber.
I seen this shit comin', call me a psychic
He try'nna keep tabs on 'er, bought 'er a Sidekick.
(See) Every other night pick 'er up in that Hybrid
You got a girl nigga, at least do it in private.
I mean he really treatin' Chyna like a fly chick
Talkin' dirty to 'er like, "Damn, love how you ride dick"
She be on top screamin', "Daddy, how you like it"
But not long after fount' out he had the virus.
Now he's heated, angers deep seeded
He thinks she runnin' roun' fuckin' with' this deep secret.
Not even thinkin' 'bout her man or her kids
Dre turnt' around an' took her life for takin' his.
An' I ain't mad at'chu for spendin' a few chips
I thought'chu knew better than wifin' that loose bitch.
You never heard, "don't lay ya head where you shit"
You got'cha shovel out, dug ya'self a huge ditch.
Dumb muhfucka', now you facin' two bids
An' can't even run from the law, you too sick.
Jerome wasted no time in findin' where dude live
He came in blazin' that fifth in dudes ribs.
That's two individuals gone for God's sake
Jerome went to jail three days after her wake.
Dre's girl at home, in shock; she can't believe it
What niggas don't know, and what my friends don't see
Is while the world keeps spinnin, there's a lense on me
So I sit & cry for size, and what the ends gon be
Maybe a domino effect, if you depend on me
Now the cool thing to call me in an asshole, is that so
Pill poppin in the strip club, with my hat low
Outta every battle I ain't lost yet
Say I'm misunderstood, I say my points just ain't come across yet
Prince, all I'm missin is the little red corvette
Feelin like a million, tho a nigga ain't in forbes yet
All that shit go with the fame
The industry is the wrong complexion, I'm trynna sammy sosa the game
Sharper than y'all without a day's rest
He don't mind being the pawn, well how the fuck you gon mind it when I play chess
No beef with Beans, not a beef with Fab
Just fags, that think I'm searching for a beef to grab
I'm talented, to reach for that
Take more than some tweets infact, to get em off the leesh, kapeesh
And the streets is so concerned about me & Somaya Reece
But they ain't got the whole puzzle, all they do is try to piece
Reality and world star, let's keep it in private please
Me and her gon end up, whatever we decide to be
Can you hear me, tired of niggas asking bout Tahiry
She can do what she want, long as she don't do it near me
Ya reading media take out
What I took out the media is, everything ain't what it appears to be
Leaking pictures of Fiff feeling on your ass
But if you seen it like me, you'll be feeling like an ass
So I'm thinkin [? ]s fool, while watching you act a fool
Seeming desperate for attention, baby take this as a jewel
Since we no longer
You and Koto get the same advice, neet to fire everybody in your corner
Niggas ain't worth my time, I won't respond to ya
Momma call, saying who you gon get to sponsor ya
Fans becoming less fond of ya
What they've concluded looking at me through a monitor, is that I should be monitored
Wait, let me apologize, if I'm alarming ya
Dreaming about nightmares, fell in love with my insomnia
Or is my presence to blame
I live in the future, laughin at ya, still waiting on the present to change
Say my life is like the Truman Show
But if niggas could careless, then what they tune in for
I give em all acess, while creating a new sound
And you bound to run in the hurtles, when you breaking new ground
Got jersey on my back, tho a few folk beg to differ
I do it all by myself, ain't got to beg a nigga
They like I'm better than son
And he a bad look for jers, but a bad look is better than none
You now dealing with a visionary
Dog your style doggystyle, I rather be on top, my favorite missionary
When wack niggas, that you say in they prime
Ain't seeing numbers, they dealin with renea devine [? ]
I thought I was unprepared, for the fame and all the beers
Then I went to see my grandma, and it all became clear
Cause she 90 years old, can't look, blink, stare
Like she waiting on death, [? ] the same chair
Yeah, listen, I'm outspoken, outcasted
When the odds was outrageous, a nigga outlasted
Look at what you makin a issue
Difference tween leavin the hood, and taking it with you
There's a difference tween from watching at home & sittin courtside
Difference is, I'm one up, and you thinking the scores tied
Ughhh, simple minded mothafucka
So if I'm air tied, is cause I'm minded mothafucka
Bar for bar, if you looking for a lil trauma
If I acknowledge your ass, nigga it's still a honor
A bad bitch at my side, cause a lil drama
Think she can pop up on me, cause she my lil mama
Say I ain't the best, that man don't know me
Never ran, never will, fuck dan [? ]
But I'm plannin my escape, once I get off tour
[chorus:]
Niggas on my left niggas on my right
Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight?
As real as it get holster on my hip
Is anybody tied of that bubble gum shit?
[Verse:]
They say hip hop is dead on life support
Maybe not there could be something I just thought
I just ought to jump fighting the sport
How you expecting to be heard when your mic is off
I would love to go and browse through the ride report
But ain't a car in that motherfucker I could afford
See niggas trying to block the road
Later then my label dropped the growth they should drop us both
See I could scream def jam and what they use to be
But that ain't for me to say that's for you too see
If I'm not method man... redman... ghostface... young gunz
Need I say freeway the proof is me
Still don't beleave me then where's peedi peedi?
They ain't really give a fuck unless you jezzy
That's what my mind say just know if you ain't the president or kanye
You won't see the time of day
[chorus:]
Niggas on my left niggas on my right
Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight?
As real as it get holster on my hip
Is anybody tied of that bubble gum shit?
[verse:]
I'm so thankfull that
Come around thease parts we don't crank or snap we aim and clap
Use to try to take the average rap fan show em shit
But if they closed minded who am I to open it?
Rather spend time with a bougie broad
I mean an actress bad bitch movie star
Shallow bitches only into jewelry cars
Still fucks with us though that ain't who we are
Soon as my wife gone they jump on the python
They ain't know I'm out to hit and run like saigon
Puttin back the ice on had it screwed up
Finally figured out that hate is the new love
But I don't see how you get ahead that way
When you team up with envy like red cafe
And all that blame is yours
You trying to get a chain light flaws
I'm trying to get a chain like stars
Find me in jerz line for squeeze work off safety
Can't keep calm around thease jerks
They beyond thease words
Treat the hood like myspace need to become friends with the tommy first
Don't get found on the back of an empty carton
Spray semi larkins for the brag like remi martin
Don't mind me... last of a dying breed
Wanna take rap and bring it back to the 90's
Q.c inspired me creame made me angry and every dog amped me shook ones hate me
I already know it's a tough state to follow
But niggas use to stay up late to watch appollo
Now it's ridiculous all this shits frivalous
Niggas ain't macho man they miss elizabeth
Break a corona bottle make me an I'll shank
Cut a bitch up like bill blanks doin still rank
[chorus:]
Niggas on my left niggas on my right
Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight?
As real as it get holster on my hip
Is anybody tied of that bubble gum shit?
[verse:]
The media will say anything to get at you
Niggas is transparent I'm looking right past you
Hemi he is a bad dude talking bout' he act rude
Saw my new tattoo it's god with a gavel
Told baby girl if you wanna seduce me
Just know my brain works like I'm bonaducci
My girlfriend say I use my charm to loosly
I tell her I'm too fly to have too con for coochi
Hella paper tell a hater crib got an elevator
On the water front so yeah I outgha front
Still times I feel like carring chrome or cheating the system like I'm merriam jones
Trying to sing for the moment can't find the note
Put the game in a choke hold can't find his throat
Hang with the big dogs can't find the rope
They tell me it's alive but I can't find the post
[chorus:]
Niggas on my left niggas on my right
Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight?
As real as it get holster on my hip
Talk to em
Only my true motherfucker know
Realest shit I ever wrote it's, it's
Check this
I be at the mall
walk up at in the store
glance up at the wall
pick out a few kicks
i need eleven in these
mater a fact while you at it
bring them in a size six
i take shorty shoes off
like here try on these Jay's make shore them shit fit
but in my head it gets thick
saying Joey fall back
cause thats not your kid
I don't know you lil nigga
and plus I got a son of my own
but he's at home and the way he's being raised
i don't really condone (nah)
cause his pops been gone
fuck it ill explain it to him later when he grown
enough to have a phone ask him why mommy hit me and he gotta sneak to call me whenever he's alone
so you wouldn't know it but i got a soft spot for you
she would share them same obstacles
looking from the outside may seem like you neglecting but when he slips up and call me dad
I correct him
I protect him when baby girl start
venting about you I say respect him
and though it seems out of order
my own mistakes has turn me into your biggest supporter
fast forward you wouldn't believe
how I could love like mine what I didn't conceive
try to help him be shit that I never achieve
am I doing it for him or is it my own grieve to see
me and my baby moms we don't do the conversations
shame cramp in the back two bed room shack
with seven people living there just congregating
some when you child with me i'm over compensating
I'm talking eight bedrooms seven baths
my son thinking that's the shit that only heaven have
mines got a deeper pool yours get to see the view
white marble around the inger mines got gold and white
yours just got to walk outside and the funny shit
the irony of it all and its sad
cause you walk away
yea i'm the step dad
and then you get on skype
saying how you being whats the word
and I be in the back ground listening like this mother fucker here got some nerve
he says bye daddy I love you
I be wanting to snuff you but I wouldn't have him thinking less of you
but he's accepted and the shit is wild
he picks up on ever think and he's just a child
but through all my resistance
i'm afraid this two year old could already see the difference
he see you don't provide when your capable
why we never fix things while we are still able to
so your annoyed kinda hampers me give my void
I always wanted a family
just to greet when I get through the door
you gone to have to take the "L" I can't give you yours
i'll do all of da work
you ain't gotta be bothered
you could be a dad
I'll be his father
I relate though
so I know it hurts
gotta be uncomfortable
when the role reverse
I been in your shoes my whole life nigga
try these on I relate though so I know it hurts
[Fabolous]
These n-ggas losing their minds
you find that theres no reward
they say they already home
it's really clear they abroad
they sound like they boxed in
it's not just where they record
there's a cost to be the boss they can't clearly afford
swear to the Lord, theres guns like the audience
you put on a show, my 40 clearly applauds
sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored
plotting on a Kanye, but screaming where's my award
ballin out of control, never won an ESPY
bout to buy a black ghost and call that sh-t SP
flow outta this World, I'm coming for my Moon man
you n-ggas slide back like that walkin on the moon dance
no glitter glean, handgun with a beam
have some boys follow you, street fam, twitter team
like you could f-ck with me
oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam aint the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this kid a teen
you're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream
Audi coupe looking good so I went and copped it
got that TT poppin' like a trending topic
my ride is matt black
my pride is that jack
it might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked
anyway though, styles don't apply to me
Jeff Goldblum couldn't be more fly to me
shorty say right after the suck f-ck proof
you hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose
you shoulda got the message that I chuck up deuce
break em off and leave it
you seen my f-cked up tooth
it's f-cka bitch, there's more fish in the aquarium
I rarely hear no, like when n-ggas ask you to marry them
there's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from
funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them
[Joe Budden]
Reporting live from the beacon
booth tired from the beatin
had foreplay all day
prepin' the beatin' the mic for a threesome
with my vocal's bi-coastal, speakin til their eyes totaled
Mr wi-fi, out a franchise go to
magic, standby local's
watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the pro-tools
I teach you how to have models screaming get behind me
e-pills and maybach's aint gon matter if your tip is tiny
nevermind me, we could get knee deep in the beef
seek me with the heat but you'll need more to keep me on a leash
here's a cc for the peeps that wanna see me in the streets
invest in Rockports and be easy on your feet
give a few hammers, a few semi's and a few snubs to a few crips,
couple vampire's and true bloods
gambling in casino's, have a hundred handing me my c-notes
the modern day gambino
I'm careful every step I take
you the n-gga walk up in a shootout with some pepperspray
that'd be the last mistake you ever make
me I chop his head off from a rooftop
and race it downstairs just to see if I can catch his fade
like groceries when I'm shooting at fags
make sure the breads separated and put the fruits in a bag
withstand the hatred
dudes is falling off doing all they can to save it
but everybodys run stops ask Brandon Jacobs
what y'all call swag to me is all faggotry
fours want blatt at me that'd equal more casualties
Abort the strategy
or get attacked with that Duracell they put in your back
now thats assault and battery
you can keep the b-tching to yourself
there's beams on every burner
these lasers, a petition wouldn't help!
what good is having shooters if they the type that miss?
where I'm from, better be careful when you drive that whip
N-ggas put they life at risk for pies that flip
in my town Ben Affleck wouldnt try that sh-t
and if he did he'd get turned around burnt down
tell 'em new jacks it'll be a while fore they eligible to earn the crown
[Lloyd Banks]
Acid out the baggie
this is more than dope
flawless flow
f-cking off a sign every horoscope to wore my robes
strappin up the corner cold, critical
unquestioned, my opponents know
I shoot like capono, watch me own the show
chromatose, toasted, getting money while I roam the coast
stones and boats, mansions, homes, and hopes
I deserve 'em both, overdose
time to earn my votes, watch me turn the volts
voltage through a hater, this electric chair, danger
yeah, I see ya
now make way fore it turn to diarrhea
hear a microphone will give you 3 of everything I wear yeah
models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
style thats outta here, rare, thousands by the chair, square
sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary
get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your theory heat
I got a drop damp here, n-ggas try me barely
No one breathes, I need an ants ear, precious necessary
got my mind on the cheddar kill my haters together
bury em in abundance and starve there family's stomach's
paper come in my thumbage, brand new fifties and hundreds
On point, just like the drum is
I'm warning them baby mothers
got the hunger of a broke rapper
kill you while I'm rollin up then smoke after
catch you at your show, snatch ya, empty out the dough faster
Bentley off the scene, magnum Mo splasher, four packer
southside n-gga spittin coke at ya!
[Royce Da 5'9"]
This is for the fronters and the naysayers
I'm about to scare away the drummers and the bass players
they say I'm out of my league on this one
so when I get done I want you to cut your f-ckin ears off, Twitpic 'em!
Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity
you gon be around here bout long as Justin Bieber's virginity
this is Jesus identity, mixed with weed
Hennessey, kennedy, king
mixed with a kill or be killed, killer regime
ill as you seen, switch
Y'all write all that hard sh-t then you fall right off, it's horrible
my oracle is all I offer, so before I borrow
you won't be here tomorrow flow
sorry, I will probably Adios my body with somebody toast
this sh-t just practice
sickest rapping Baptist
kill your pastor, steal your chapstick
after that make you kiss a cactus
then, take your hoe, make the hoe give the whole clique fellatio
everyone, that wasn't the whole entourage on HBO
Then after that, I tell her, I can't do much with you, shawty!
I just found out I could fly to Dubai and hire buffy the body!
dont call us if the bitches ain't flawless
if they are then we can hang like Aretha Franklin bra-less
the drunk me can box like the sober you
the sober me be more nervous than Waka Flocka in the voting booth
we beef like being deep and dumping K's
you beef like Lady Gaga and her stylist
y'all get together to look good in front of a bunch of gays
my feng shui is a pump in the desert
you'll come up shorter than an Asian jumping out of a trunk in the desert
while my wolfpack looks for strippers and cocaine
n-ggas snitching, it's a shame
we call em male tattlers
fiends touching they noses more than URL battlers
it's hard to spit saliva when you spit fire
so I'll just pour sugar in your gas tank
put a banana in your tailpipe
Yea... Joey...
It's that on top muzik!
Yea, wait a minute!
[Verse 1:]
Yo, I left the jumpsuit on a park bench
Slept there, smellin like the park stench
Freezin, covered with a dark trench
That room, more like the Kryptonite to my Clark Kent
Tired of all the IQ tests, and all the arguments
Nurses light the candles with the calm scents
I ain't been calm since, they actin like I ain't got any common sense
Too much time spent for a godsend
So I left on my own reconnaissance, handful of Klonopins
Lookin for a car jack vict', preferably dark tints
Seems you got to eat to get even and my odds slim
They say I'm a animal, cannibal, hannibal
Lookin at my past I see how that's understandable
So you god damn right I'm unmanageable
Everything I'm lookin at is a fuckin intangible
Got me thinking that I'm really a skits
Maybe that room didn't really exist, cause I left, but...
[Hook:]
These walls still closing, and the room starts spinnin
And the ceiling starts falling and the devil starts grinnin
The floor starts droppin and my eyes get heavy
Then ears start bleeding from the lies niggas fed me
Then the door slams shut and my legs try to run
But my feet won't move then my body gets numb
And I ain't on pills, I can't explain how I feel
Will somebody tell me this ain't real?!
Realestate
[Verse 2:]
My reality is reality
They reality is all perception
In my reality that's an infection
My reality don't want no part of that detection
So I pick it up and move it to another section
They reality you would think is full of perfection
Correction, they reality is all deception
In reality only few will make that connection
But if you like me you know not to take that direction
If reality is dead, I'm the resurrection
Nominate myself so let's skip over the election
They'll say I'm the wrong selection
Don't meet they expectance
But I ain't lookin for motherfuckin acceptance
Fuck y'all expect shit, the mud on ya white glove
Reality is full of rules, I'm full of objections
They reality is a big misconception
So I left just to lose my recollection! But still...
Realestate
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Yo, they say money makes the world go 'round
But it really doesn't
Did I think I was in a room, when I really wasn't?
I thought I was on the move, wasn't really budging
But you ain't never wore my shoes, who you really judging
Some people are so judgmental, I'll allow that
You can judge anything but my mental
He don't know what I been thru
From results of the pencil, cuts from being resentful
Don't cover much of the stencil
When I couldn't walk, they ain't have a crutch to lend dude
So I say what I feel, fuck if I offend you!
Some fail, maybe some of succeeded
Some need to be wanted, some wanna be needed
I scream and yell; They don't hear my call
And it seems much as I fell, don't know where I fall
Not at all, I'm just actin out fate
But ain't much change since I escaped... All I know is!
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
I Can't Control, It's Right In Front Of Me,
You Bending Over, It's like my Fantasy,
I Can't Control, You Taken Over Me,
I Can't Control It, You Can't Control It
I'd be behing shorty in my b-boy stance,
She bendin ova in her?-stance,
I'm something like a pimp,
No? no hoes on the strip,
She stay where I go but your hoes on my dick,
I don't need cars and clothes to be the shit,
I don't even need?
?, first day strip club real niggers smell me,
Second day on the phone, third day telly
The voices ain't leave yet,
they just gettin' they feet wet
Eyes red, I'm up, ain't been to sleep yet
Damn near two days, ain't even eat yet
If you don't wanna bounce, 'least take a little recess
And still I'm faced with the bullshit
Feelin' like Willy D, Scarface and Bushwick
Dog, just when I gather its dead
I gotta knock on wood like Hank Gathers head
When I make small steps toward making it global
My tight knit circle turns into a oval
Filled with motha fuckas just pretendin' they know you
These snakes in the grass'll do whatever to coax you
Since they wanna hem you quick
I walk around like a Ginsu's tip
And that's just to get a mental grip
You don't feel what the pencil scripts
Then eight times outta ten you ain't been through shit
When you hear Joe you hear the conviction and diction
That open emotion, devotion is different
Real talk of when he ain't have a pot to piss in
He ain't have a car not one rock to glisten
I'm giving 'em non-fiction,
conning his addictions
Ya'll got the easy job, just listen
I do it for my folk and those of another pigment
A little food for thought, you feelin' malnutrition
But you don't hear a peep outta me
About the black face goin' on and the sheep leadin' sheep
It's deep, so I try to stay grounded like dad
Must be in City Island, I'm surrounded by crabs
Was once tight, grew apart for dollars
Was on the same panel, now he's Star and Barbara
Two different views, two different lifestyles
I think 'long the way one of us got confused
Look, you a hustla, still attracted to the scene
Still doin' shit I gave up at sixteen
You won't get a job, believin' your own lies
You rationalize by sayin' you pursing your dreams
You damn near thirty nigga you ain't got cream
Can't take care of you when you worried 'bout your team
My dude, want a hand out, wait in line
But the clock's still tickin' man you playin' with time,
It's so sweet
Thought I was fucked up with no shoes 'til I met me a nigga with no feet
Tried to help niggaz, some niggaz I couldn't
That's my mom in me, I love niggaz I shouldn't
Dudes wanna shoot 'em 'til he nailed
Some wanna threaten me, ruin my health
Let me teach you a little something 'bout depression
Ain't shit you could do to me I ain't already thought about doing to myself
I'm the voice for the youth that's living with no reason
Fuck record sales, I give 'em something to believe in
If your day starts in that broken home
Though we never met, 'least they feel like they not alone
Like I was back when I was tryna' find dip
The tsunami came through my hood in nine six
And tried to murder dog,
I took a little dive
Then I got on my surfin board and kept slidin'
Feel like A-Rod, some say his time's up
Boo a nigga at home, yup I'm in my prime But
he by far the best player on the team
And then turn around, drop 'em to the bottom of the lineup
Should get traded, but he don't wanna move
'Cause this the only city he got somethin' to prove
And that's why I'm seen with heaters
'Cause you can't be the man when you on the same team as Jeter Ya dig
it's like the game ain't gettin' suitable
Makin' me so sick I need Chicken Noodle Soup
Rappers flyin' high, then got suicidal
Imitate Jim Jones, end up like Cory Lidle
I married hip hop, ignored what some was tellin' me
I started hearin' rumors of infidelity,
I ain't divorce 'er
Nothing stays the same forever.....not even me
Check this...check it
[Joe Budden - Verse 1]
Something must've changed me, n-ggas might defame me
But things that used to taint me, no longer seem to restrain me
Strangely I'm no longer sad man or angry
Shame-ably it pains me, feeling like this just ain't me
Mainly what do I tell all the people that thanked me
Mainly those who ordain me, aside from can you blame me
Motivation they was supplying me no longer providing me
Jason Williams something killed whatever was driving me
Worrying less about the past more about the now
Less about what I'm going though more about the how
It's for certain it's been 30 years being fit for hurting
Now I'm a different person with nohing to overcome in the mist of burdens
For certain, got 6 figures in my sock drawer
And honestly this year I expect to make a lot more
It's hard to live without a budget when life is corrupted
In a house thats so peaceful that I'm trying to disrupt it
Scream f**k it not because I have to but because I love it
Which makes me as fake as the puppets that I speak of disgusted
Without a paddle up sh-t's creek
Dig deep and see it ain't life it's just me
So be warned as I'm putting on like I'm deformed
Only so y'all can accept it as being my norm
Maybe I quit working on me, maybe I given up
Maybe I been lying to myself maybe I give a f-ck.
[Chorus]
It's enough to make you black out, pull a mac out
Aim it at the sky while I'm running from a black cloud
Every day we playin cat and mouse as I watch it hoverin over my glass house
It's enough to make you spazz out, pull a mac out
Aim it at the sky while I'm running from a black cloud
Tired enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud.
[Joe Budden - Verse 2]
I say it loud hoping someone can hear me clearly
Trying to make my girl get it she don't know it's very scary
But she's a nympho she can come barely near me
She still want the God and i don't think she's mary mary
The prettiest bitches they just want to service me
While n-ggas prettiest bitches wouldn't get a word from me
Some of you haven't heard from me some of you wouldn't mind murking me
Found that news funny likes its stright from Ron Burgundy
These n-ggas ain't never seen dough
They can't dream though i bump into 'em in between shows
People say im emo what that really mean though
Is though the song can't breathe I actually make it seem so
I lost loved ones because they couldn't deal with me
Cherish whoever still with me though the marriage be killed in me
Normally it's just me and my lonely mind
Everyone storm is different so this forecast is only mine
Fans recognize my misery uplifted me
Shifted me to my epitome, guess the curse is a gift to me
Maybe its serendipity, maybe it's weighing on me physically
Maybe I should man up and tell GOD not to solicit me
Been medicated, meditated
Sedated, hated
Character assassinated, all theses years I masqueraded
Hard headed, if it was on my mind I had to say it
Tongue on the devil's pitchfork to see how disaster tasted
Rap is fabricated, rappers are so exaggerated
Wouldn't be scared of the truth if they weren't castrated
Grab a mag, spray it, surrounded by people to shoot it before me
Better unconditionally love my beautiful ugly
Now lemme speak to who I cater to
Would you love me to say(or sang?), before my weeks were not favorable
Promised to maintain being unique but relatable
All while suffering from a disease that could do away with you
Poetry on the beat, spoken-word for the masses
Therapy over pro-tools, every word is on acid
Continents on Kush, every vowel is blunted
Highly wanted this whole organization privately funded
This is bigger than the Eiffle, this is alert to public
Had a cop us by our tunnels and our bridges with the rifle
Sentences meant to stifle, this is a man aching
This is the damn breaking, contraband in the making
This is panic unveiling, got potential but I never met it
He be trying to come over, it seem like GOD won't let it
Either he never got my invite or he jus dismissed it
But if all I'm hearing are the sounds of blackness, why am I pessimistic?
You'll never progress if you'll never try
All I ask, let every word I birth, never die
My wings spread, but when I'm at the sky
Weather didn't change like I thought and had me petrified.
[Nicki Minaj:]
Call Me Dracular Cause All I Do is Count Chips
Your Money Minnie. I Ain't Talking Bout The Mouse Trick!
These girls running like I just threw the bouquet
They Know I'm Headed to the Top Like a Tu pay
Now All The Bums Is Wondering Where I Be's At
You ain't a barbie; it's NONE of ya freaking q bees' wax
These Little Rappers I Can See Them in My Dash Cam
I kno dey grochie like oscar up out da trash can
I'm On Stage; You Can Sit in The Crowd
I Be Up in Layer Jets; Take a left at the cloud
(Haha)
I think She Need the hymlack she's the Chokin' Type. She Gets
No Burn. No Smoking Sign
(Yea!)
Metaphor Heaven So They Approve Nicki Like my Credit Score 7
Mac &need; cheese, steak fried chicken da guts
And I'm killing deas bitches; mike vickin' it up; YEA
[Joe Budden:]
Wanna talk about bars, mine leave it be
Never needed an A&R;, mine needed me
It's 1 thing in this world I can't stomachs a fake
You tryna stop what ain't come with a brake
Some of ya'll made a mistake
Some of ya'll been deprived ain't seen the skill
Just got the truck customized, got a meaner grill
Told baby just being real leave her
Get balls in your mouth, I spoke to her like Serena Will
Top back, top cats get a beating
Saying you're the best, should stop it, it's misleading
Cause I might cock back to get even
It's not a wet dream, you just getting shot at while you sleeping
Feeling like the game can't be weaker
It's why, homie rarely do the cameos and features
I'm good with my insanity and fevers
Cause Pac looking from heaven saying "They ain't understand me neither"
Wanna play it ain't worth it
Maybe why I'm feeling like 'Ye, you prolly won an award, but you ain't deserve it
Circa 01 homeboy, he a vet
Leave em deep regrets like they Tila Tequila's neck
You past your prime, I ain't spit ether yet
You need a major, I just need an ethernet
Word on the street I made the OG's be upset
[Emanny - Chorus]
Ever felt like the World's on your back and you need some love say AYO
And its hard to keep your life intact while they holdnig yo back, scream AYO
When enough is enough and it feels like
No matter what you do, nothing ever goes right
If you feel like me, let me here you say AYO
[Joe Budden]
Nah, it aint pills
So if I aint myself as of late it relates to another ordeal
Don't suggest out ya mouth that maybe I'm stressed out or its God tryna test Mouse
Everything about me is changing and its new to me
I'm 29 going through a new puberty
Unusually the n-ggas that make moves take cues from me and say that I'm acting real foolishly
Well let me just explain my state
I'm thinking at whole nother rate
I hungry but I'm ordering with my eyes so there's too much on my plate
Which means I can't digest what I just ate
Wait, I'm paying too much, stop me or pop me for oxy?
I'm not me, will somebody stop me or copy
And tell calm down n-gga, relax
I tell em calm down let me relapse
[Emanny - Chorus]
[Joe Budden - Verse 2]
Yo, they telling me, the change is significant
Standing in the front but can't see what they witnessing
I'm tryna take criminals, litigants, goon type n-ggas and turn em into business men
Change thinking patterns, give em business sense
Make 'em model citizens, hang me if it's a sin
Watch the cash come, patience I'm past
I'm tryna create demand for a girl who never had none
Be more bright, you fighting me all night
We'll if I died tomorrow I'mma make sure you be alright
Turn students in to teachers, followers to leaders
But I strain my arm the further I try to reach it
Don't mis-read it, I aint book smart but lets stay on the same page, let me be the bookmark
I know more, I can't take no more so I show more
I kill me so you can have anything you hope for
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden - Verse 2]
Ay, you ever try pulling a hat trick without magic
Shit, I'm doing outta habit, it's outta habit
Cause I'll flair up, high temper I'll react quick
And go and try to fist fight a n-gga without a ratchet
It's funny, we all go and ask for wealth
But won't none of us, ask for help
Well maybe I need to get some
And I'm like f-ck giving n-gga's a fish
Follow me and I'mma teach you how to get one
Still they tell me I'm delusional
But there's other n-ggas under this illusion too
It's Karma catching up and mis-using dudes
I can't think straight, look at what confusion'll do
So I sink my knees in the floor
Gotta be something new gotta be in store?
I make bored outta bad hand
Trust me I got an exact plan
I'm a genius not a mad man
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
Pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me
Pray for me, somebody just pray for me
Somebody pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me
Somebody pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me
Now if it goes to the wire
I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter
Walk barefoot over the coals through the fire
I thought the toll would be lighter
Make sure that blunt is rolled a little tighter
I tell 'em I'm just looking for some piece of mind
But they say I'm only working with a piece of mine
If I'm a do it it be on my own accord, no crutch
Swear to god I've never called upon the lord so much
Play the corner of the club, laughing at the wanna-bes
It's ironic cause they everything I wanna be
Would light a ton of reef
But that's gon' unleash
Everything I'm trying to hide underneath
Then I'd lose all I've earned
And if there's two things that I've learned
Is I'm the only thing at stake
And when you the only thing real
Really you the only thing fake
It must be time to escape from that
And fuck rhymes, might be time to escape from rap
Why should I be the only nigga to escape from the act?
So I lie since everybody just escapes from facts
Yo that sucka shit niggas be on I can't dig it
Joe — won't lose even if you plan to rig it
Yeah, nothing to prove, with no fear of how I'm depicted
I'm here, won't move, I don't care to be evicted
You don't like how I move?
Well I ain't gonna keep still
Any nigga want me killed
Wanna leave me in the streets peeled
Well if it happens it happens, I believe in free will
Just know that ain't how we built
I'll call niggas that'll dead you for a cheap thrill
When the clips empty, they gonna try to refill
And I'm a be the dude to try and stop 'em like, "please chill."
Y'all know all I'm about
They keep putting up roadblocks
I keep finding alternate routes
Now success seems likely everybody wanna try me
I'm all for it, can't trip me up
I won't fall for it
I'm just a man without a care
Neighbor to heartache, roommate with despair
Reminded my past is darker
Cause when A.M. died I was staring at Travis Barker
Wishing it was something I could say to make him cheer up
And so I prayed — he teared up
I ain't wanna see him go through that
The same shit that I feel, never showed you that
Cause it's none of nobody's business
And it just makes you look weaker
Every joke is just smoke
Look deeper, nevermind, don't bother
Some of y'all smarter
Enough ain't got sense that if you try harder
You'll get a glimpse of everything that I harbor
We all ain't got the strength to be a martyr
So to everyone who ever loved me:
I apologize and I'm sorry
Wholeheartedly, can't change it's just part of me
Not music, shit's art to me
Too fucked up to drive, here's the car keys
I don't care where we go, get it far from me
Choices I don't wanna make
I know I have to
Worlds going faster
So my ride or die chose the latter
I'm looking for a rush out of habit
Truth is, there is such thing as too much for a addict
Ain't the nigga I'm belittled as, riddle that, nigga come from middle class
If you speak to me, show a little class
Dropped out of school, a nigga couldn't sit through class
Learned to fall asleep through the sound of a pistol's blast
I come from where dad taught mom to get high
She's strong so we still got by
When I picked up the drug why the fuck was they surprised?
If it wasn't for your genes I wouldn't lust the supply
I come from a whole hood, telling me that I'm next
Handed me a mag, must've known that I was Complex
They say that you a wild individual
You just not getting my style, you too typical
Now everybody got a word for me
Shit y'all deem important ain't pertinent to me
Put your opinion with a feather, balance that
Grab medicine, when the success and the talent match
I finally found a passion I lacked before
I can't believe I didn't catch you under the act before
I mean I voiced my complaints. That went ignored
A few things you felt that you was too attractive for
Cause everythin out your mouth said that you ain't wanna hurt
Lead a lifestyle we lived... but you ain't wanna work
So I'd sit you down and say it's gettin outta hand
While you shoot down every idea, busy worried about a brand
When ya baby dad said all that shit that was trife
How you was married, requestin dick pics from Lyfe
Though it all seems Shady, maybe I was crazy
I ignored my gut feelin, nah not my baby
Accusin' me, but pretendin' yourself
I couldn't catch it, too busy defendin' myself
Or was I wrong not seein' a life without you
Or takin' everythin' that you said to face value
When you packed up and left dude, I was so glad
Should of questioned how you easily became a nomad
If I could do it all again, it wouldn't of happened so fast
And it burns with every line jotted in this note pad
Cause at first you resembled my twin
Fast forward, you gave me identical twins
But then you lost it, honestly that merked my soul
Cause tho we weren't tryna have one, we got off the birth control
And we was right back at it, fuckin like addicts
While you was disruptin' what was seemin like a marriage
You never got embarrassed, interrogatin' me but that was just Yaris
Yeah we beefin' I dragged you off the bed
I swear to this day I re-enacted in my head
So I held you up, wasn't what I aimed to do
I ain't attack you, Bitch I was restrainin' you!
But you was wifey, though I understand it was not a game
Could you imagine my surprise when the cops came
Handcuffed me... you pressed charges
But I made bail it's just heartless
You can't smash my laptop on the wall
And then think I wasn't gonna react, scratch that
Man you can't call my mom like can I crash at your spot, whaddup
When I'm her son and you just locked me up
But wait... this is where it really gets deep
Judge said she gets control of the house for a week
Filed a restrainin order so she couldn't come near me
The fuck else I do but go right back to Tahiry
I'm sleepin on her couch, not discussin shit
Starign at the fattest ass not fuckin it
I guess despite everythin that she showed me
It felt good to be around a broad that really knows me
I missed all the arguing and yappin'
Percocet and muscle relaxers in a napkin
Can't believe that it happened
I lost my unborn daughter when we fought
I'm thinkin I killed Aspen!
And that's when I thought that we'd be dead awhile
But we decided to reconcile
I'm so hungover from love and what not
How could you not expect us to take another shot
But durin' all this time we don't live together
Stupid me thought that you would go get your shit together
You know... get a job or if acting's your career
Seems you've persued the shit for a year from right here
And it appears, along with all the yellin' and the screamin'
We both at the table, but my side is leaning
But rather than end it, we tried to mend it
Fuck bein a couple, let's work on friendship
But then it got weird, I was stunned from that
You took it to a place where there was no coming back
Off my last break up, I was able to stomach that
2 weeks removed and you fuckin with a running back
Life is in shambles, disguised as a damsel
Lies are a handful
Bouncin' offa different guys lookin scrambled
Despised how it was handled
But when you ain't got a dime, why not decide to gamble
Said you'd be in L.A doing business
I'm thinkin that's great, I can't fault her
Said that you would be with Jennifer the whole time
But you probably didn't think that I would call her
She said she ain't seen you since you landed
And for days she been blowin up your phone like a stalker
And all I could do is laugh at myself
As I thought, why is ol'girl suckin up Derrick Ward for?
Said we was makin it right, but you couldn't!
On the phone, I said skype, but you wouldn't!
The puzzle starts comin together and it's brutal
Won't skype, gmail chat, won't oovoo
The whole time I'm noticing you acting unusual
And I can't figure out who the fuck your being true to
Said the Wifi was down in the tele
But you ain't say that you was at hotel his house!
Lookin like a groupie
Or maybe I misunderstood when you said ya'll 2 was makin a movie
Lookin at the shit pile I stepped in again
And to top it off your hoe ass is pregnant again? Not again!
I been through the world so I suck it up
It's less about the lie more about the cover up's
So you busted, but your adding to the friction
Cause you deny it all but you do it with conviction
So you talkin to me real disparaging, so what attitude
Coming off arrogant
If I wanted a trophy wife, then you could be
But all it looks like is that you rentin out pussy
Less about you, nah you ain't the one
You grown, you got choices, I'm worried about your son
That's what got me up being an insomniac
Lil nigga can't control how his mommy act
As for me, I'm tryna flush you out my system
So I counter by filmin all my sexual encounters
Mentally not there while I'm screwin
And I only keep going cause that's what your doing
I'm tryna see, hows it done, hows it possible
Enough 2 put a weak nigga in the hospital
Starin at one ex, talkin about another
But this one would kill if it meant I wouldn't suffer
But she takin lil shots, I'm getting ridiculed
Cause all she complained about, I went and did with you
Said she knew it wouldn't last when I lived with you
She's not ya type, she ain't got the right hips for you
So you try and take somethin for pain, it don't work
You still feelin all the novocaine don't work
Nope so we good, I don't let it get me down
Not a pussy that good, not a titty that round
For anything to work, ya'll trust is a must
And I learned, gotta let a Mutt be with a Mutt
So I dead that bitch and tho the shit's been over
My path for tomorrow is relaxing at full throttle
Born to be a leader but a tough act to follow
Bet on me at all costs in spite of my cash
If I can't afford the Whardarf
I can't afford to fall off
Stories over greatness
No stopping my zone
I'm bumping Roman's Revenge but I'm plotting my own
Like a prophecy in case niggas haven't learned not to bother me
'Fore you send your shots, check my returns policy
Could do without the leeches
Choose without the creases
Miami heat hater but I do the South Beaches
For any drama I be calling up monsters
I ain't Gilbert I never met a wall I can't conquer
Ruger aimed if I'm who you try an' belittle
I learnd it's hard to get justice when you try and be civil
Whatever the future holds I can live with the day
Some niggas will sell there soul but some will give it away
And as the devil in disguise they window of opportunity is minimised
Simplified, check what I exemplify
Bitch nigga, here's something for you to generalise
Estate out by Tenafly
Pool houses, winter rides
Play in that water, you bound to get your feet wet
Only rapper with nothing to hide, me and G-Dep
My shorty might disagree with that sentiment
If I keep something from you, I promise it's all innocent
Bitches gon get you with that fake out beat
Won't let the media takeout me
A made nigga gotta know I'm dealing with me
Gotta put up with a lot of hate before you say you love me
How much of it can you tolerate
You can't talk about marriage and giving birth
If you hit the dirt anytime you think I lift a skirt
It grows tiresome everytime you get berserk
Plus if you abandom home over what was just a flirt
Without a care, I just chuck Deuces
My skin will turn numb and you'll be stuck with what your truth is
Then you'll feel a way thinking I should have resisted
Then you'll start to see a side of me
You never knew existed
Cause you've never seen me act like a jerk
I know women will provoke you and get mad when it works
Rather reserved and that always makes matters the worst
Cause I go on about my business and not act like it hurts
But wait
It's to the point I gotta ask myself
Why the fuck is it so easy to detach myself
Maybe it ain't you
Just something I lack myself
But if these wounds are self inflicted I can patch myself
Now listen I could give a fuck bout how them other niggas treated you
If your ass was that perfect they would be with you
I don't care if you dimed out
You'll say your the best I'll ever have and I'll say I'm willing to find out
Wait I'm thinking bout our bond and what happened to it
If you ain't lifting the burden, you probably adding to it
Just say my logic is wild and just sick to her
Just say I'm all for self and don't consider her
She feel like she don't have a voice in this relationship
I'm thinking boo you got a choice so why you taking it
Vertain shit I wouldn't stand for
I'm giving them my all but she demands more
I wish she would understand more
Certain shit you couldn't plan for
I'm guessing I love you and your worth it
I should take some time out and figure if you deserve this
But oyu just think that I'm full of it
We both come from backgrounds of bullshit
I'm fortunate that ain't what you see in me...
(Overlapped from Part 1)
She feel like she don't have a voice in this relationship
I'm thinking boo you got a choice so why you taking it
Certain sh-t I wouldn't stand for
I'm giving her my all but she demands more
I wish she would understand more
Certain sh-t you couldn't plan for
I'm guessing I love you and your worth it
I should take some time out and figure if you deserve this
but you just think that I'm full of it
We both come from backgrounds of bullshit
I'm fortunate that that aint what you see in me
I'll stop lying to you once you start believing me
But I'm always who you wanna bring the questions to
It's less about me hiding shit and more about me rejecting you
It's totally different the way our minds are made up
To me flirtings natural, to her it's cause for break up
To me it's human nature she disagree with the logic
confusing being monogamous with being robotic
I talk to other girls I interact with em
You shouldn't take that as tryna get in the sack with them
Just know how I act with you is how I act alone
I signed up for a girl not a chaperone
Besides that plan'll backfire and now it's onto her
She don't take my word and now I feel I'm being monitored
And I wont you to be the one that I endured the longest
Accept me at my weakest, support me at my strongest
Bring something to the table though, earn ya keep
Then I'll triple it and all I ask in return is peace
Aint with the arguing shit all the time
You see I'm honest to a fault but is it yours or mine
I put you through some things where you could have bolted
You want honesty or rather shit be sugar coated
I'll put you on a list of people screaming f-ck me too
Do you want a pretty lie or the ugly truth?
Truth is you got some things that you gotta learn too
When everything that concerns me don't concern you
Truth is you gotta a couple tainted views
And you bring up my ex as if I couldn't do the same with you
Truth is you want me to do the kept it real
Truth is you're too emotional and need a better filter
No third party will ruin our plan
I'd had for you to be the girl who's too consumed with her man
So I want you to have your own plans
You to have you own ends
You to have your own life
You to have your own friends and I'll be right beside you
I can tell that you cried
Cause you don't bring up problems that you got with me till I do
You say that I'm out a lot and that I aint here enough
You take care of me and I'll take care of us
I'd love to put a child in you and live lavish
But my baby momma scared me, let me tell you bout my baggage
We could have a son and break up and be done
And now I'll never see him again
As you take him and run
You gon' tell him that he's fatherless
Tell him that I'm cowardly
You'll have some resentment so you'll start acting childishly
You'll rake me in court cause of course you'll have it out for me
To you it may sound obsurd but for me it's a reality
Still at times it seems like you're not proud of me
Though I'm showing you the best man I know how to be
But you keep saying show me more
You'd appreciate me better had you known me before
You've never been cheated on
had another chick in your house in your bed
You, you aint seen the worst time
Hit you with that old move
Take you to a flick that I've already seen with another broad
but pretend like it's my first time
And, ya don't know how that sound
On the phone with you, while she quiet in the background
Bunch of shit that I aint in a hurry to do
So before I beef, know that he got buried for you
I dont tell you that for points, nah, you can keep the brownies
I tell you so that you know I was mature when you found me
Tell you so you know that little boy shit that I get annoyed with
You should keep it coy with
Cause all that is, is stress for me
I'm not ya ex baby girl
you not a catch for me
I mean respectfully, certain shit I'm not.
You now listenin to a different type of boss
Abstract, they cut him from a different type of clothe
Jers say that mouths want a different type of soft
Only started when I was lookin at different type of lofts
Told em, I'm a don, show me somethin with a pool next
I need four bathrooms, it ain't gotta be a duplex
White tee, boots yes, see 'em in a suit next
Or somethin European shirt lookin like a two X
Runnin for the ball like I'm Plaxico Burress
Or in Cancun breakin a back on a brunette
Gimmicks down pat like they rehearse that much
I don't response to a sublime, it ain't hurt that much
Yea I scream out Jers that much
Cause these other dudes fightin for New York like it's worth that much
And these sitcom niggaz caress and hold bitches
To them they 'golden girls', to me, they old bitches
Chicks lookin at G-Ucons lookin to cheat you
Owe a nigga money, you know he lookin to see you!
Niggaz lookin to beat you
Fiend treat the hood like its Saw part two, cause they just lookin for needles
I wake up grateful that I'm breathin first
Cause dudes'll kill you, they don't need a reason first!
These niggaz'll still hit em
They know the hood is too poor to hire CSI, and Gil Grissom
Nowadays, gotta keep a blue steel wit em
I know about snakes, cause I used to deal wit em
Used to give my heart, used to rob, steal, wit em
Let 'em meet mom, share my last meal wit em
To rap now, you ain't gotta have skill wit em
Just appeal...witta lil bit a' rhythm
A dude has that and ready to attack y'all
You gotta kiss ass or else you get blackballed
If you don't like niggaz, still give 'em dap y'all
I swear to God this hip hop shit is a trap y'all
I don't even remember how I used to act y'all
Something wrong wit the math, I know I can add y'all
I came out screamin Desert Storm everyday
And soon as I stop, he don't wanna play
Stacks sayin what you did for Clue, shit I just laced it
I didn't even know that dude was doin his tape, shiiiitt
He don't want the fame no more, its fuckin wit me
Don't hear Reasonable Doubt the same more
I can't listen to Blueprint (Naaw!)
Got a resentment toward Hov, tryin to hate on em, throwin in my two cent
They say don't bite the hand that feeds you
Even if I wanted to, I can't, no teeth to
Don't get me wrong, I still got love for Clue and Hov
But they both rich, so what that gotta do wit Joe?!
I gotta bring home food for Joe...Trey that is...
Like, fuck why I say that shit?!
See, girl why you take that shit, but it's just how I feel, so naw, don't erase
that shit
Child supports a bitch, but I take care of mine
But the Lord just say I ain't there for mine
And the judge I look at (what about?)
Don't wanna hear, nor do he understand that things got pushed back
I'm sittin here with all this anger, stop me
He's like what about this thing called a Gangsta Party?
Must think I live life like it's a Gangsta Party!
I'm 10 seconds away from a gangsta robbery, nigga!!
No four leaf clover, I can't luck up
Feel like removin the seeds and gettin fucked up
Feelin quick temper, somebody bound to get fucked up
I feel like everyone around me's a fuck up
Ratchet on me, I'm screamin out What What
Bout to live life like my last buck's up
I ain't got time to run around stuck up
Not when I just seen a group of niggaz gettin stuck up
So you damn right, I'm on my grind
Look like some shit is on my mind niggaz
Need to talk, but nobody to turn to
So I go to horoscopes in the Jersey Journal
It's always somethin bad, I don't know why I read it
Then I play it off, its fake, I don't believe it!
Smoking like two packs a day
Still got about five cartridges stashed away
And that's just were I'm at today
I'll be in a better place if I just pass away (Sike!)
Just hop in the casket and lay
Whhhhhhhoooooooaaaaaa
It’s Lil’ Fizz
With my cousin Jhene
This is incredible right here
T.U.G
Yeah
Sneaky
When your with me
Freaky
Oh I can't believe it
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know
Keep sneakin
Creepin
I be beepin
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
I ain’t gonna trip
Or act a fool
When you get home late at night
Cause it ain’t no reason for me to blow my cool
As long as you get there alright
The ladies keep staring
Boi you know I ain’t caring
And it doesn't make a difference to me
If you want to be sneaky I'll be sneaky too
Cause I ain't the type that’s going to be chasing after you (your so.......)
Sneaky
When your with me
Freaky
Oh I can't believe it
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know
Keep sneakin
Creepin
I’ll be beepin
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
Sneaky
When your with me
Freaky (Well be both creapin)
Oh I can't believe it
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know
Keep Sneakin
Creepin
I’ll be beepin (be beepin)
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
Wanna be all up in your face
Like the other girl may do
I don’t really even care what the others say
As long as you can come and chill with your boo
You keep on flirtin (flirtin)
And I know one thing for certain
That you’ll be coming back to me
When its all said I know I’ll be number one
But until then keep on creepin having fun (your so...........)
Sneaky
When your with me
Freaky
Oh I can't believe it
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know (I don’t know)
Keep sneakin
Creepin
I’ll be beepin
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
Sneaky
When your with me
Freaky
Oh I can't believe it (can’t believe it)
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know (I don’t know)
Keep sneakin
Creepin
I’ll be beepin
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
Boi you think that you so slick
I’m loving every little bit of it
Don't really matter that much to me
You can do what you please (do what you please)
Keep it moving
I see what you doing
Don't change your personality
You can be who you wanna be
Well, no need for an introduction
Its your 10 o’clock breaking news interruption
Lil’ Fizz has girl hearts hard pumpin
Thats right
Its crazy how I keep these flows bumpin
In a game a year
I’m already in the lead
There is no space in my bed
Waiting for trouble follow me
I’m just
To hot to touch
To hot to hold
Still tryin to sneaky shorty behind the bundle load
Sneaky
When your with me
Freaky
Oh I can't believe it (I can’t believe it)
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know
Keep sneakin (sneakin)
Creepin (creepin)
I’ll be beepin (beepin)
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
Sneaky (you’ll be sneakin babe and your creapin babe why you sneaking babe)
When your with me
Freaky
Oh I can't believe it
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know
Keep sneakin
Creepin
I’ll be beepin (I’ll be beepin)
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
Why you think that your sneaking
Why you think that your creeping
Look, I was always told you can't make it make sense don't trust it
So I'll be out the country with the phone off, f-ck it
Grown from when I was dusted
But took something away out of every moment I suffered
So y'all can go on and judge it
There's a reason that I'm tellin baby girl she gotta practice patience
I plan on changing my ways I'm just procrastinating
Putting it off like I'll never be in a casket layin
With both my parents going crazy as the pastor's praying
Prideful, I don't even succumb when I'm defeated
All it do is get me mad, and I'm comfortable heated
I come from a family of drunks, I'm the one that succeeded
So nowadays I talk to God when nothing is needed
I'm sorry I don't speak the language of
Rappers in the closet, but they won't hang it up
I'm only trying to build what they attempt to destroy
We had a perfect game until it was Jim Joyce'd
Check it, what was once so majestic
Is now only adored by epileptics
I record to resurrect it, by my own accord I can't accept it
But when something gives you nightmares, can you afford to recollect it
If you can just know them odds stacked
Airplanes ain't shooting stars, you can't B.O.B. that
I found out when discussing paper
Some will sell their soul and deal with the repercussions later
[Chorus]
With every curve they throw
Every shot that blows, I'm still here
It be the ones that's pretending to know that really have no Idea
I just let em all go ahead and speak my name
How far you gonna reach for fame
Go ahead and fuck up your career
I don't care, cause they have no idea
[Verse 2]
So sick it's livid, all pics are vivid
A stiff of being gifted, gotta be equipped to live with
His critics, misquote him and miss tidbits
So he's mislabeled, misunderstood, misfit'd
Anytime I was misinformed or misguided
I went and got advice from a dude that wouldn't apply it
And he'll give out that lesson for free
Without a grudge, but I keep the past present with me
So every morning on the wake up, and she's applying make up
I'm pondering all the different ways for us to break u
Women have a tendency to get fickle
Predictable, lie and say his dick little
It be the ones you could see yourself with forever
Giving you a lecture talking about you neglect her
Couple years in, the strip club will upset her
And she'll act like you ain't have them same habits when you met her
When you can't take her
You start dropping hints for her to read between the lines
But she'll act like Fantasia
It'll be so much to be said but no one will convey it
The relationship will be over but no one will say it
A doomed fate, living with who you'd soon hate
Ex life partners trying to co-exist as roommates
Once you go through it you'll believe it
And you'll never give a woman more than you'll want her to leave with
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
How can the fans think us rappers are invincible
Cant find anything about that logic that's sensible
I'm thinkin they should know better off of principle
To them we're action heroes, to labels we're Expendables
My old approach was apprehensible
Some started thinkin their 15 minutes of fame was extendable
They dont cherish the moment like they probably should
Once they star's submitted they act Hollywood
Gwapped up stacks to grip
Now you're being chauffeured in the back of whips, life style's immaculate
Out of touch with reality, I'll help you get a grasp of it
Success breeds change, but so does a lack of it
The homie's sending out subliminals,
Since you a failed rapper, failed criminal, four bars is the minimal
Since you ain't from the streets I'll help and tell you the way it works
Say a nigga snitching, I'm saying show me the paper work
I don't get why the inferior bother to diss me
Heart of my city, when I go take a part of it with me
I think god will understand that was part of my misery
So instead of "father forgive me" it's "father ya dig me?"
Spectated just to see if I'd get checkmated
Less progress brings less hatred which would segue it
I learned the hard way somethings are better kept sacred
Fail at given em your all, you'll just be left naked
[Joe Budden]
Yo, I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day another struggle, yo
I know it's fucked up what a lack of cake'll do
A few people wanna move in and stay wit you
You wish you could help 'em all, but you ain't able to
Cause the rent's a lil' late plus the cable's due
You and your girlfriend are beefin' in a serious way
You used to be faithful (NOW) you at a curious stage (for real)
Finally got your mind made on going your separate ways WAIT
Nah homeboy, her period's late now THINK
Your time's runnin out do it quickly (WHY?!)
Cause she starts crying, mood's gettin sticky
If I don't want it she'll want nuttin to do wit me
JUST GET THE ABORTION AND I'LL GIVE YOU THE 250!
But if you say that to her than you wrong
You ain't think bout that you was gettin your groove on
Can't take care of myself nevermind a new born
I guess the pussy got too good for too long
Seems like my money goes by too easy
Why I hate that my job only pays bi-weekly
Hoopty done shitted, you spendin more money tryin to fix it
Than when you did tryin to get it (C'MON!)
Fridge is empty, but I survive the hunger
Who the fuck keeps callin from this private number?
There's crime on my mind and my nails are dirty
The floors are real cold in the jails of Jersey
Depression starts talkin and his voice is raspy
CAUSE HE AIN'T SHUT THE FUCK UP IN 3 AND A HALF WEEKS!
Look, beard is full, hair is nappy
These jeans ain't mine so they way too baggy
Priorities fucked shit startin to gas me
It's like my lil' man's life slipped right past me (talk to em)
Startin to trap me
His name's Dwayne SO WHY THE FUCK MY SON KEEP CALLIN' HIM DADDY?!
Same shit that I feared after all these years
I gotta breathe I can't believe my ears
Wipin out my eyes I'm damn near in tears
But you can't be mad, you know you ain't been there (nah)
Grab his moms I throw her against the door
But in the back of your mind you know it ain't her fault (nah)
I ain't mad at all, I'm just bothered
I get honest for real I ain't been the best father like
Toys 'R Us, Chuck E Cheese
You know a lil' boy grow up wit these needs
New Year's or Christmas, even the birthday
At least bring the nigga to his school on the first day (OHHHH)
I can't believe it, this the same way that I was treated
So maybe it's history repeated
I know it sounds sick the idea of havin another kid
But this one it really feel like it's his (OHHHH)
It's the truth and I hate that fact
WAIT, shouldn't of said that I take that back
Look, I apologize let's rewind this whole story like NaS
C4 just erase that track (C'MON!)
I don't care if only the track trust me
FUCK! what niggaz say only God can judge me
FUCK! what niggaz heard or think or even thought
Tried to fix my shortcomings I just came up short
[Intro: Joe Budden]
Uh-ohhhh, uh-oh
Uh-ohhhhhh! That on top, ohh!
Ta-ha, Joey (yeah, shit go hard too)
No comment, no comment
Ta-ha, whole bunch of yappin
Jersey! That M.J. bullshit
Let me talk to 'em, l-look look look
[Joe Budden:]
Since the world don't revolve around me
(Then what?) Hoodie on, revolver on me
I'm the wrong one you wanna amp (why?)
Cause niggaz could get missin
Like you straight out of LeBron's summer camp (ohh!)
Anytime the fed's see me
I tell 'em that the only thing FUCKERY here gets you an STD
My life, should be sold as a movie
From the "Slum dog" tryin to be a "Millionaire", no groupies
When did the civilians decide to be a thug?
Motivated by the hate (BUT) inspired by the love
Rappers sayin my name like it's a bright tactic
Jackson 5, put your "Mike" in a casket
Let the fans gas you and tell you you're nice
Be a legend in RAP, but a failure in life
For real, I don't think these dudes is spectacular
Pretty Ricky thugs who move like spectacular, nigga!
[Chorus: Joe Budden]
What up with you and so-and-so? Heard you got a diss
Don't know about THAT, but I know about this nigga
No comment (what) no comment (what)
No comment, I ain't got a comment
Bloggers, Twitter, Budden TV
No comment, y'all ain't gettin nothin from me
I said, no comment (what) no comment
No comment, I ain't got a comment
[Joe Budden:]
So I been called a snitch (BUT)
But I been called worse by better so let's skip over the lecture
That's a common lie (why?)
Cause if I ever call the cops it's only gon' be to report a homicide
How am I in beef? I walk about free
They only talk about YOU, when you talk about ME
So go ahead and act hard
And somebody gon' grab chalk (and) and turn the streets into a blackboard
So I'm supposed to put niggaz on a pedestal
For rappin 'bout a bunch of bullshit that they don't ever do
You look stupid when you go there
Say I'm only hot online you ain't heatin up nowhere
SHOT-gun in SHOT-gun, ride right past ya
Windows down, got every right to blast ya
No wonder he thinkin he'll provide a disaster
Cause bitches keep tellin him that size don't matter (ta-ha)
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Joe Budden:]
Things niggaz say I don't mind it
Say they lost respect for me, who the FRUCK is askin you to find it?
This is me practicin censorship
Since the new definition of real nigga is sensitive
In his interview, say I'm askin for a hearse
But couple months BACK he was askin for a verse
Only hurts is the team used to bump you
Now he look like a fiend, I should slump you
Uh-ooooh
Uh-ooooh
Can I talk my shit again?
Just wonderin if I could talk my shit again
I had to do it
Couldn't blame me
I had to
Y'all can threaten me with ya thoughts just never speak it
One gun accompanied by prayers I never need it
Burning flesh, skin peeling, slow inferno
Take away what we love we'd all be joe paterno
Reporting live from the city where they gun tote
Sober in the sauna full of blunt smoke
Y'all concerned with drake and common
Me? I'm concerned with niggas havin' fake in common
Though I'm leading I don't really know the path
But the future can't be worse if you really know my past
Begged to be understood anytime I showed the wrath
But how could I expect third parties to know the half
Like, when the temp rises, but you the candle whip
Sorta like kyle williams out in candlestick
Err'body shouldn't grab the hammer by the grip, shit!
Billy cundiff couldn't handle the kick, shit
They say I changed since stardom
Can't share the same success, we ain't share the same problems
So, got big just to show 'em what the gym does
Nevermind shootin' they ain't show me where the gym was
That's why I do a lot on spite
So if you, look up to me you got 'em at the wrong height
I mean, I'm not a role model, I'm a piece of shit
A product of never being giving a piece of shit
Breaking day got the grind of a trucker
And my logic ain't designed to intertwine with you suckers
Loaded 9 is a buffer, but no time for you fuckers
There'll be bodies in the sewers when my minds in the gutter
Last night I had an epiphany
It wrote it in my rhyme book in calligraphy
I see so many people looking for validity
That's the wrong search if what's lost is dignity
I certainly have grown since mouse
Chrome under the couch
But I'll stomp his face to make it known what I'm about
If he on what he spout
Put my nikes on his cheeks, and I ain't foaming at the mouth! (get it?)
Reminded when I vent
Nigga god designed it, it's in the print
Two memos for the spineless, ones repent
Second jewel, leaving my kindness as a strength, nigga!
No beef, no malice, not at all
I got no vendetta for y'all
I mean I only want better for myself
Sometimes I even want better for y'all
I swear, there's no love in hip hop
Irony, not even on love and hip hop
Spacious closets, persian rugs
Make sure I'm dressed at my best for the jerks that judge
Had a talk with my ex who knew for certain I was bugged
So I let the door slam feelin' worse then I was
She said all I ever made her feel was hurt and disgust
Which in turn hurt cause that was my version of love, I care
Clear year, you need better resolution
It seems the chances we agree are forever ruined
You talking bout how, I'm talkin' about execution
You talking bout now, I'm talkin' about evolution
But better days gotta come
I'm a good amount of bad, right amount of so wrong!
And heidi klum left seal, which only proves my point, shit can only be ugly for so long!
Slaughterhouse founder, can't derail a captain
Ain't enough niggas praying I feel for it to happen
Cause on both side of the coin you'll get fed shells
In unison, hollow heads from red tails
I don't wanna see your weapon
To keep me from what I'm destined
Some'll see that as a blessin'
And my dudes swear they'll keep me happily from harm
So I do the leg work they carry the arms
Check it, shawty I had over saturday
Never act away, and squirt 'til she over saturate
She go hard in the dark
No chains, but see I'm getting' it, even when the cars in park, nigga!
The hood is on some bullshit
So it ain't weird to see 'em aiming at the pulpit
Fates are empty collection place, spirit in ruins
We used to a different type of communion
But guns take the place of the choir, tie up the the pastor
If he scared can't believe what he say 'bout the life after
The stained glass is bullet proof
Sometimes a liars mouth can be full of truth
I done heard gospel from a sinner
Told me to season my pride if that's dinner
Said there's no human that walks without sin
So we should prob'ly call the gates make sure we allowed in
I'm On My New Jerz Shit
Long White Tee On My New Jerz Shit
Doo-Rag On My Neck On That New Jerz Shit
Fitted Real Low
I'm On That New Jerz Shit
C R X'in On My New Jerz Shit
Brand New Gores On My New Jerz Shit
Let Me Take Em On A Tour'a New Jerz Rite Quick
Look
Joey Givin Out Crack Again
Time'na Bench Press
Put Us On My Back Again
Itâs Ridin Down The Parkway Trunk Fulla Ammo
Got Off Down Tha Block From Where They Filmt Da Soprano's
Beats On Blast Wit Da Windows Tinted
For A Minute Mcgreevy Gave Us A Bad Image
Tha Same Place U Gotta Carry The Herc At
Same Place
Sonny From Godfather Was Merked At
Speakers Like A Club In The Car
And Cant Park Witout Tha Club In The Car
Home Of Stick Ups
Get Mugged In The Car
Keep Da Stashbox Wit Da Snub In The Car
I'ont Pay Too Much For Taxes Neitha
Airs Polluted But The Gas Is Cheapa
And Dudes Got Plenty Of Rhymes
Ask Sugar Hill
We Been In The Game Since Like 79 Nicca
I'm On My New Jerz Shit
At Cindy's Ta See Broads In New Jerz Strip
Rippin Out The Guts In My New Jerz Whip
They Came From New York Ta Get The New Jerz Dick
We Cop From New Yorka's
But We Change The Name
Up The Price Soon As We Cross The Water
Even Tho Dey Movin
I Rep The Nets
Gotta Come Thru Ta Watch The Giants Or The Jets
Wait
Tell Ya Chick See Ca Go See Me
U Know I Get It Poppin Wit Dat O.P.P
She Ca Ride Shotgun In Dat Black Range
Handle My Biz
Throw Her On'a Path Train
Me I'm On'at New Jerz Shit
Whip Pp Is On That New Jerz Shit
Darkhouse N Sykes On That New Jerz Shit
Speedin Downa Pike On My New Jerz Shit
Yea Flava You On That New Jerz Shit
Skate 22 Is On That New Jerz Shit
I Hit Deko Up If I'm Jus Tryna Lounge
They Shut Down Albert's N Tha Peppermint Lounge But
Redman Is On His New Jerz Shit
Naughty By Nature On They New Jerz Shit Yea
Tha Outsider's On They New Jerz Shit
Lords'a Tha Underground On That New Jerz Shit
Dj Juice On His New Jerz Shit
Queen Latifah On That New Jerz Shit
Chill Rob G On His New Jerz Shit Holla At Me If U Wanna Take A New Jerz Trip Nicca
[Talking:]
Chea... Escape Route... it's, it's that on top music
Chea, talk to em, the top
Ohhh!? on the track
JOEY
It's ya man, holla at him
[Verse 1:]
Now look, look, look, look
They say once you get to a certain age
At a certain point you hit a certain phase
Become hard to break out of certain ways
No matter how bad you tryin' to impersonate
So I promised, I swore
I start doin things that I ain't never done before
Going against my core, I was sure my new chore
Would be to go and see some shit that I never saw
I.E, I swore that when I left man
I'd never say another word about a Def Jam
When you look at the big picture gotta figure that
No matter right or wrong they interpret the shit as bitter
Niggggas, they don't care it's what they ask me
They don't care that I just answered this shit last week
And lastly, not a thing will slip past me
And most of these gangstas is bitches, ask apache
Nigggga
[Talking:]
Uh uh uh, never
Uh, uh, never
Uh, talk to,.. never
Nuh, uh, you already know
Never again
One quarter of the Slaughter
[Verse 2:]
Yo yo yo
Modern day Hercules on the track
Even if it brings me to my knees
I still put Jersey on my back
I swore id never cheat cause as hard as it made my girl cry [nigggga]
Man that day I felt my world die [nigggga]
Insensitive, so if you see me going through emotion
Most the time I'm going through the motions
I swore id never played or could but the CL so good
If I change my mind I'm going through it ghostin
Forgive me father, I swore I'd never lie again
But could'ntfight temptation, I had to try again
Swore I was done with vicodin 'til I changed my mind's mind
And convinced him it was harmless, just vitamins
I swore id never make another song
Contrived to conform to some shit that didn't belong
Orrrr, how about I never say never
If I start today, can't expect me to see something that far away
[Talking:]
Nahimean? it ain't tunnel vision or nothing like that
How the fluck...
Uhhhhh, uhhh
One more 'gain
How you sposed to see nothin?
You can't!
It's, it's, it's that amalgam music
[Verse 3:]
Yo swore I'd never respond to haters
Honestly it's draining
But on the other side it's entertaining
Built a shield that would never let the pain in
Armed with an alarm to notify me if it came in
And some niggas say I'm changing
So I swore to never be with them even though I agree with em
For better or for worse like a wedding
You chillin with a chameleon, I just adapt to my settings
Take a momento, and see a man without a memory
I don't remember me, mentally in fact similarly
It's just me and my alter ego
Pardon us, swore to never dumb it down but fans won't smarten up
I swore it never be another Mood Muzik
Or it'd be a while, I ain't in the mood to do it
I helped the game do away with all the trash
Never live in the past, treat everyday like it's my last motherfucker
[Talking:]
Treat everyday like it's ya last one
Tomorrow's not a promise!
Haha
Words of advice, words of wisdom
It's, it's, it's, that Amalgam music
Testing, haha
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
I'm the best that ever did it,
Shoe in for the race,
But I'm turning blue in the face,
I been holding my breath,
Waiting on the rest of ya'll to get it,
Then your whole perception of who you view as a legend,
Till probably change,
So it's probably best they don't admit it,
They won't televise the revolution,
I figured out a solution,
All you need now is the net to be a witness,
Positive if you want to test him for the sickness,
You'll be begging for forgiveness,
Meanwhile I push the pedal on the stick shift,
Metal on the misfit just in case it's ever on,
CRACCCCCCCK, anything my breath is on,
And if you misunderstood that get Rosetta Stone nigga,
If you thinking I'm a respond to you, no I won't,
They say the devil wears Prada, no I don't,
Into the art and my passion for the bars,
More then fashion it's a mindstate that other stars lacking.
If you and your team get bread, why hate
You're not getting it, tell me why is there a wait,
I'm talking to everybody in the tri-state,
That's New York, Connecticut, my state,
Whatever hip hop has turned into is different than my mental,
I let ya'll continue with the minstrel,
Et cetera, me I'm just a replica,
Of what two turntables a mic by a cold park bench do,
Stop it frauds, can't mock it cause it's raw,
I'm the closest thing to cardboard boxes on the floor,
Anytime the track is up, jail cells acting up,
Living room bagging up, subway tagging up,
And niggas say I lost my mind,
I know where to locate it if need be, believe me,
On Pandora with the rest of my kind,
Now you owe cause I invested my time
When the gun blow,
And the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
When the gun blow,
And the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
It's a mans sport, damn ya'll the shows here,
Ya'll can camcord, backpacker without the Jansport,
Tight jeans, weird style, I don't rap politics,
Socially aware, but I rather not acknowledge it,
Sneaking in dorms, but wasn't on no college shit,
How they think I'm crazy, what I'm showing them is moderate,
You damn right I talk a lot of shit (why?)
Cause I don't mind playing dodgeball with hollow tips,
No success having, living off old times,
In 010 you dragging that old shine back from 09,
I don't get you, every interview my dick in your mouth,
I wasn't that blessed when I was with you,
Why they wanna make c4 ignite,
Benzino called him weird, he couldn't be more right,
Too busy trying to do what you incapable of,
Time is money when it comes to mine take it in blood
When the gun blow,
And the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
When the gun blow,
And the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
New year, same old, bad broad, waist hot,
Burner staying on his own waist high,
Rumours fall by the way side,
They try but til I may die,
Best rapper in the whole world til the day I,
Take em to the cleaners,
I make sure there's a nina
In arms reach of every locker at all the arenas,
Ice cold, not hot, never buzzed, has been,
Wanna be, never was, mask on, leather gloves,
Niggas ain't shit, how the fuck is they a threat to us,
Start the fight, next minute screaming out they set us up,
All the blogging ain't solving a thing,
Niggas wouldn't want a problem if they knew what it'd bring,
While the light on his tunnel keep dimming, I'm a keep winning,
Rookie of the year, about a buck what up B. Jennings,
Pointing guns online don't let me know what's real,
Sometimes silence is the best overkill.
When the gun blow,
And the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
When the gun blow,
And the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
I tell her, sooner or later this club gon' close
And you'll be looking for something to do
She'll be looking for somewhere to go
Sooner or later this club gon close
I'm the nigga you gon wanna see
Time the nigga you gon' wanna know
[Joe Budden - Verse 1]
Look, face is incredible, amazing
Had to notice as I passed on the way in
Gave her, she crashed where I was staying
I then had to tell her, relax we aint dating
Can't get the hotel suite with the fire place
Without Serena legs and the Maya waist
Good hair and skin like she should model more
Drunk off of shots so what would I buy the bottle for
In a Jaguar, she a couger only came her for the hoopers
Still a nigga brought the ruger
He aint got no idea that I'm surrounded by them shooters
Never know if I'ma have to treat em like he an intruder
Now back to the shawty though, she say it's natural
Lipo scarred but it's covered by a tattoo
Bounced on the girlfriend, they aint even mad at you
What they even mad at though, yeah I like that attitude
[Hook]
Now cut the lights down just a little lower
Just a little lower (x3)
Grab her by the thigh and get her to come closer
Let her feel a gun size in the holster
Just a little lower
Grab her by the thigh and get her to come closer
Let her feel a gun size in the holster
Then fill her glass with a tab she too sober
Cut the lights down just a little lower
Then hit the corner, something I gotta show ya
[Young Chris - Verse 2]
Pride so clean where the fuck is my roof
Somebody girl gon get f-cked in my coupe
No chain drippin' lets give 'em the Cartier
Brighter than the club we brings the party here
Where them hoes at, try to f-ck something
New toya, bout to buck something
Know the haters out, gotta tuck something
Came with the gun in the club I gotta cut something
Only pretty girls, no duck huntin'
It's that time of the whaat? Bitch suck something
Straight shots, peach Ciroc and I'm off
Before you know it, the party be in the house
Get up on that, get up in that
Open wide girl, get ya chin back
My type of bitch yeah, where you been at
Lights way too bright you gotta dim that
[Joe Budden - Verse 3]
Shape, she should be on a poster
She get it in, a little jack, a little soda
And I'll take it from the pole to the sofa
Send her back out with her pussy all re-upholstered
Shawty bad though, I'm talking dumb fine
All I need to do is hit it one time
Bet I be the nigga she gon wanna confine
Try to bring the cuffs out, now I'm feeling confined
I aint chase her, other niggas fought hard
You thinks it's scarier, marry her, courtyard
Me I beat it up, take the assault charge
Marks all over her body like a report card
I need a witness, come and look at all of that
Say she been around, I ignore pass
My bread is my bread I wont support her ass
All that mean is there's no rings in the forecast
Look
Everybody wanna talk about who's the nicest
A bunch of grown ass men in a midlife crisis (ughhh!)
Ion't really see what all the hype is
You got some 'G-Money' ridin' around in them Chryslers?
Guess they still sleeping, bad case of the itis
Be Siegfried then Roy fuck around with them tigers
Listen...
[Chorus:]
I don't think it's no real niggas left (ah huh)
I feeling like it's no real niggas left (ohhhh; nahhh)
Or maybe all the real niggas just left- or
Or maybe I'm the last real nigga left
See I don't understand why nigga's act this hard
Some niggas is "BALLLLIN" with the practice squad
They don't holla at'cha mans
Cause nigga hit and run like Carmelo, I'm assumin' they in La-La Land
I'm talking BLOCKA, man! 10 deep in that DollaVan
And won't leave until you Aqua, man
I done seen it all, done it all- what they gon' tell dude?
Once you try to marry the game, they Sean Bell you
Rather you in Bellview, cops wanna derail dude
Like Jenny Aniston up in that hotel room (ohhh)
One man chain gang, bitchhes wanna know what's his AIM name
Niggas wanna see about his aim game (talk to 'em)
All this yappin' about holdin' M's
Get ya weight up, you lookin' like the Olsen twins
A bunch of vague ass niggas, I'm WAY past niggas
Treat me like a Prince, Morris Day ass niggas
Hundred miles and runnin', duckin' a court summons
Albums? Just one in!; Livin' like Mr. Drummond
Nigga's gon' learn about puttin' me in they speech
When every dead president they own'll be impeached
(Even) J.C. murder rate'll be increased
Throw a nice suit on 'em, and let 'em be in peace, geez!
[Chorus:]
I don't it's no real nigga's left (nahhh)
I'm feeling like it's no real nigga left (ah huh)
Or maybe all the real nigga's just left- (ok)
Or maybe I'm the last real nigga left
He wanna pop shit, about how he cock it- it's gossip; stop it!
Ain't nothing about you that says "Brolik" (nahhh)
I hear ya lil freestyles talkin' about you buy tools (dawg!)
You just a lil nigga, known you since high school
I made niggas, aside from that I'm a made nigga
Sent you to the store for me, you was like my maid nigga
You outta ya league, you fuckin' with a Don
These Urkel ass nigga's is turnin' into Stephon
How hungry, B? You scrub money to me
You livin' with' moms, you more like Bud Bundy to me
Might clap 'em up, revolve 'em
You like my Lil Scrappy, and you don't want No Problem
He broke, you can't rob it
It's Joe, you can't stop him! (nope)
Not unless the feds grab me-
You want 60 Minutes? Treat 'em like Ed Bradley
And his squad know, I'm ridin' on horses
Yours is like Barbaro, how you want a part of Joe?
Can't get in this game, maybe at half-time
You not a livewire more like a flat line
You livin' in a mean world
Bitch niggas sit around hopin' for a deal, I'm callin' 'em all "DreamGirls"
Clap Joe? Never the day
And before you put my name in your mouth, have something better to say!
I mean...
[Chorus:]
I don't it's no real nigga's left (nahhh)
I'm feeling like it's no real nigga left (ok)
Or maybe all the real nigga's just left- or
Or maybe I'm the last real nigga left
You ma'fuckaz makin' me laugh, at least chuckle
Weight of the world on 'em, knees won't even buckle
And dudes think they causin' an uproar- fuck Y'ALL!
And this impotent disses, ain't even gotta get up for
If I wanted you dead, I'd hire a nigga
Ain't gettin' my hands dirty, tryna fire at niggas (and- sooooo)
Fuck dustin' off the Mack again
When you meet your Final Destination, it's gon' look like a accident
Niggas ain't making it hot, they might sizzle
And don't confuse Making It Rain, with like drizzle
Care less about what chart he on, I'm so far beyond
With' a heart like Omarion, for you maricons
Underground legend, ahead by eons-
Fitted white tee on, Couple hundred G's on
Pee on peons, skate off in your Scion
I'm coughin' up acid, you spittin' up Freon
Send slugs flying-
Have ya brains leakin' on ya chain
Since niggas wanna rock these Blood Diamonds (talk to 'em)
And anybody thought I fucked with' dudes
Just lettin' me know- they took the short bus to school
Put some mills on that-
They say "Hip Hop Is Dead", but the real is back
Now how real is that?!
... I mean, uhhh
[Chorus:]
I don't it's no real nigga's left (nahhh)
I'm feeling like it's no real nigga left (ah huh)
Or maybe all the real nigga's just left- or
Flow sickly riding bumping old biggie
Roll with me or lose weight nicole richey
Fuck plat if I don't reach diamond fame
I'll treat nigga face like that old simon game
I figured out why men try us
Cause we o.d. on rims and thin tires
For that we lynn bias
All it take is a punch
He ain't brave he a punk
I'll put his family in a boxes
Meet the brady bunch
Yo how ya'll feel yaselves
Should' kill ya'll selves
Us cowboys don't need you
You bill parcel's
And you ain't gotta empty ya pockets when the k's out
Whatever u holding is mine
You my pay pal
See I don't get why this guys is a threat
I'll make his life a net
For a pie than a neck
Ride or die do both nigga
Ride till' da death
I'll acapella the whole left side of his chest
Not retiring still got dat pension pending
Tryna pop da hood and see da engine missing
Double barrel shotgun have ya men get missing'
She got pretty brown eyes and she in mint condition
All that cigs in the car
You dissing muah?
Take da ratchet go home and jus chris benoit
Tell a bird like it is
You promise the broad
I one line'em
You isaiah thomas the broad
Look I can send a clique cartridge at a nemesis target
And put ya r.o.r. on sum gena 6 charges
Nah I put that thing away
I don't even need a whole a hair do to clip'em
All it take is one thing away
Been in the bink for days
Show u how I'm real
Come home to da truck with da optimus prime grill
Handing out crack got da scene popping up
They not sleeping on'em
The fiends nodding off
For real tell me how u a thug and u superman
I jus seen u in da club doing da superman
A bunch of lames home's
All I need in this world
Is a pound chrome
Huxtable brown stone
Major paper
Cake by da layers
If these dudes is live
I'm the created player
They calling dem kings
When they so so hot
Sumtin wrong with dat picture
Must be photoshop
I don't promote violence
But we toting dat thing blam
Arm start waving like that carlton banks dance
But when dem tools go pop and move whole blocks
Come around wicha thugs and get kujo shot
These mc's is lame
Tryna be a mc with brains
These niggas is mc brains
Being nice these rappers is far from being nice
I'm on da rooftop recording
[Killa BH:]
It's...
It's...
(It's what (oooo)
It's that Killa BH muuusic,
(Nahh son, nahh, ain't NO way this mixtape going down with out me baby, it's ya boy Killa BH baby, yeaa son, I got that new crack, you wanna hear it? here it goes...)
Brandon's name ring bells from coast to coast,
Chicks dig me, cause my skin 's the color of toast,
You can come around my way, see me on the block,
My pant leg 's rolled up, with some yellow tube socks,
You see my L.A. gears, you see my Voltron shirt,
You feel the pen, you turn blue like the cartoon smurf,
You better make sure ya geico paid, Killa BH heat up like a mothafuckin MICROWAVE, WOOOOOOoooooo!,
(And you know why his name is On Point 'cause he on point pussy)
[Intro: Joe Budden - talking]
Uh, cheah
Ah, ah, ch-cheah
Taha
Ah, ah, ah
Goin, goin, go
[talking over Intro: DJ On Point] [echo]
As we continue on
The name of this joint right here is called Invisible Man
Featuring Emanny, shout to Chemo on the beat
Shout to mixtapekings.com
[Chorus: Emanny - w/ ad libs]
Can anybody out there hear me? I feel like my voice is lost
'Cause I know the whole World can't see me, close to just fallin off
But with everything I am, I still find a way to stand and keep movin
While I'm here so strong and still, like I'm invisible
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall
With the phone off, near a withdrawal
Got a paranoia problem, so I'm known to keep a trigger round y'all
B.I.G. told me they be prayin for a nigga +Downfall+
I'm vacationin on a beach with no sand (and, oh!)
Tryin to check the time on a clock with no hands (what else?)
Feel like I'm gettin close but I'm nowhere near it (AH!)
I touch it but don't feel, listen but don't hear it (OH!)
Starin out a project window under mad stresses
Me and my mental got two different addresses
One's national, Trump International, rational
One is still stuck on the Avenue (oh)
If you don't understand, fine (but my)
My body's playin hinds with the mind, tryin to escape a landmine
Revamped, designs I search but can't find
Recant times when the future was a tan line (oh!)
Damn, shit was much brighter then
Now it's just vitamins mixed in with Vicodin
If they gonna set you up to lose, why try to win?
'Cause a scar don't stop nothin on a Viking's skin
So niggaz can come after me
Even "Intelligent Hoodlums" become Tragedies (they become tragedies)
I move in silence, the Jadakiss of Jers (why?)
So when it come to Benjamins I don't say a word, ya heard?
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
See I can ball in the cufflinks
Step out, tear down the party and the club scene
But I think it's obscene, the lifestyles of the rich and shameless
I pick anonymity over being famous
From the start, even if they don't see it, I play a part
Rather than sell a record, rather do it from the heart
I rather put me before y'all
I know niggaz might call it self-centered, I call that bein smart
So I stand behind mics, not even worried about the limelight
That'll manifest when the time's right
If I was Kanye, I wouldn't have these problems (but then)
But then I'd have Kanye's problems (cheah)
Blessed with everything they ever fronted on the planet
But loot's the only thing I ever wanted on the planet
Back on that canvas, just lost my bandwidth
Granted, I'm a always counter, granite
I been where you tryin to go, the God said it
So eggin me's not strong-minded, it's hard-headed
Thought I was on the right route, tacklin the game
'Til they handcuffed my mouth, put the shackles on my brain
Popular stranger, gone but still here
Handicap my career, I put it in a wheelchair
Let's keep the deal fair, nothin but real here (so!)
Amazed after all these years I still care, it's weird
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[talking over Chorus: DJ On Point] [echo]
Shout to Amadu, Junior
My nigga Mitch Mitchell out in Vegas
[Verse 1:]
If I had a choice I rather my higher power decide to take me first,
I think the other way around would only make me worse,
Rarely was I ever trusted without the suspicions,
And very few could ever love me without the conditions.
Those are the ones I care to treasure, ones I wouldn't dare sever,
A bunch of my peers efforts been fair weather,
The deaf have great vision and the blind man could hear better,
Figured since I lost all my senses that I would fear better.
I'm not the social type, nothing about him socialite,
Designed the prototype, how to unloved overnight.
Flip side, I die for my niggas, put it the simplest,
You give me your all and I'm a send it back with interest.
This is for my niggas that helped me before I suggested,
I'm just trying to send the flowers before you could jest it.
The man in fact that I've become you had a hand in that,
And I'll give ya'll the world but I'm sure that ya'll would hand it back.
[Chorus:]
We will never be apart,
It's like two bodies livin' with one heart
Together like a lock and key,
Without you, there is no me.
Things will never be the same,
If you weren't here with me, I couldn't see,
Livin' in a nothin' place,
Wherever you go, you know I'm goin' with you (with you, with you...)
[Verse 2]
I mean... She was on the phone tryin' to sound relaxed,
But the words comin' out her mouth ain't have the sound to match.
Voice tremblin' as if you were barely holding on,
Meanwhile trying to be strong to protect your second born.
Shit was scary to me, if something happened to you,
What'll happen to us, like I'm living vicariously.
I seen your life flash, right past, my reaction buried deep inside,
If you go, they'll have to bury me alive.
How would I survive, fuck 'em mum you meant more
Life coach and mentor, just a grim thought makes skin crawl,
Single mother, held it down when my pop was locked away,
Cried every time I gave my mom a gift on Father's Day.
But I'll be here for you, like you were there for yours,
And she was layin', decayin' all the days spent prayin',
Gospel music playin', a few days from death,
But always felt us on our way in, we were like her safe haven.
You always thought you were her least favorite child,
Only sibling that showed up, you at least make her smile.
At least make her proud, not an obstacle that's too hard,
True stars strive to be half the person you are.
Ain't never neglect, so I'll forever respect,
I more than owe my life to you, I'm forever in debt (CHECK!),
I mean my mother got cancer in her neck,
But I'll be behind you every step, what the fuck did you expect.
[Chorus:]
We will never be apart,
It's like two bodies livin' with one heart
Together like a lock and key,
Without you, there is no me.
Things will never be the same,
If you weren't here with me, I couldn't see,
Livin' in a nothin' place,
Wherever you go, you know I'm goin' with you (with you, with you...)
[Verse 3:]
I'm like... Damn, how you always know better than me,
Amazes me when you show me what I never could see,
So the break up never really was a plan to me,
In retrospect I think I was complacent with insanity.
We were so exhausted, bored with, tortured,
But since I couldn't picture my life without you I fought it.
Like we could get through anything too much pride in us,
Better off without each other, Id've been depriving us.
At times you see people in ways you shouldn't portray 'em,
Cause they ain't living up to a title you shouldn't of gave 'em.
Headshot pointblank range committed murder,
Honestly thought I couldn't move on, then went further.
Used to want to see you suffer for the pain you caused,
Now when I see you gain, I applaud.
What I'm tryin' to say is, don't complain about your path and where it took you,
'Cause you might end up with somebody to sing this hook too.
[Chorus:]
We will never be apart,
It's like two bodies livin' with one heart
Together like a lock and key,
Without you, there is no me.
Things will never be the same,
If you weren't here with me, I couldn't see,
Livin' in a nothin' place,
Baby rock dust light star
Yeah, ok, that's the one
Rock Dust Light Star
And it's coming at you baby
I'm a man on the moon
I hope I don't come back too soon
Am I the only one to see the light?
No use in gettin' down upon your knees tonight
So I don't feel love
Because I got no faith
I've seen those twisted lies thrown back into my face
I've heard the crazy doctrines of the human race
I must be alone
How could it be?
Your gift to me
Salvo off heavy artillery
There's nothing 'bout your war
you can call it what you like
I know where I'm from
And it's cold and dark,
'Cos all the sinners are just saints without sparks
I'm having trouble telling them apart
Oh yeah
Comin' at you rock dust light star
Coming at you baby,
Thirty six thousand miles an hour
Rock dust light star
Comin' at you baby
What you made of what you are
Now look and see
Those stars for you and me
Waiting like slient killers in the night
Atomic legions, you can never fight (can neva fight)
I've never felt
I ever prayed
Don't have to join in with the other slaves
I'm not the only one who feels betrayed
yeahhhhhhh
See the more I think about it
I'm going against the grain
ohhhhh ohhhhh
I won't be born again
Salvation's coming from on high
(Coming at you baby, through the sky. From on high yeah.)
Rock dust light star
Coming at you baby
Thirty six thousand miles an hour
Rock dust light star
Coming at you baby
What you made of what you are
Rock dust light star
Coming at you baby
Thirty six thousand miles an hour
Rock dust light star
Coming at you baby
What you made of what you are
Rock dust light. Star.
Rock dust light. Star.
I'm a square peg
In a round hole
Maybe there's no place left for my wounded soul
Maybe the King of Kings has finally lost control of it
Rock dust light star
Coming at you baby
Thirty six thousand miles an hour
Salvation's coming
Coming at you baby
Thirty six thousand miles an hour
Salvation's coming
Coming at you baby
Thirty six thousand miles an hour
What you made of what you are
Look up and see those skies for you and me
The bars show you mad struggle
Along with detailed scriptures of my past trouble
That's why they try to keep me quiet with a bad muzzle
Can't take the same leaps and bounds as me
When they lack the hustle and the calf muscle
Words from a legend speaking from the heart
Said, if you going to war, weaponry is a start
Do your dirt all by your lonely, let it be in the dark
You givin birds bread then let it be in the park, Joey
Tip me wrong, mini mall when the semi's warm
Bout my bread, so I spot it if a penny's gone
And I'll bet, learned that from the nets
If you tryna be a Billionaire get rid of any Thorn
Cause you'll get f-cked if they shoot you, emptied on
It's just they way of making a mini porn
I watch my haters get sick
If it's that hard living in my shadow
Get off my silhouette's d-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 the math or the science
It means I'm aiming for wealth
Some say sky's the limit I say you're short changing yourself
so uh ha, uh ha, y'all aint the same as me, I get bread
You lose Jackson's, Jermaine Dupri
BS about Joe, refrain it please
You'll just untame a beast, he just became unleashed
All who defend are deceased, so the topic should pass
An assembly line would show em I"m not in they class
Had some alright jams, them fans came and left
And you ain't know they was one night stands
Let em testify, witness's, hearin is indicative
N-ggas is sick of it, let it go, and get a grip
(Hook)
I think I'm Sug' Ray, Ali
Joe Fraiz' who the f-ck gon stop me
He think he Holyfield, Iron Mike
Fo' fifth let em feel what the iron like
I think I'm Mayweather, Pacquiao
Screamin money ain't a thing pullin stacks out
I think I'm Cotto, Shane Mosley
Slow death to anyone who oppose me
(Verse 2)
Sun I'm a always shine, yellow
Think I'm about to get up on that? HELL NO
Long as shorty keep my tip hard, shell toe
Certain I'm a stick to the script, velcro
Ringers?, fakers, thinker, faders, prosper
Without being linked to the majors
My only response is the finger to haters
Watch it get ugly, Mbenga, Lakers
so when they ask how I feel about hip hop
I sighed and replied take a lucky guess
Just being sincere, I ain't talking pioneer's
When I tell dudes I don't think the Dougie's fresh
Used to roll through the trenches, slept on cold benches
Holds on my expenses, smoke till I was senseless
Now the flow's so relentless
F-ck CD's it should be sold in syringes
I can't explain it they love the sound
Subtle with the pound, you don't want trouble clown
If I'm at the bar ordering a couple rounds
I'm in between 2 birds like a double down
Where I'm from they cock and shoot
Like it's all logical, send a lot of work to them hospitals
Dress the AK up before they pop at you
Handgun's, night scope, call it the Chopper suit
So if you tired of all the wack dudes, call me in
Rap historian, slash my class's Valedictorian
Your future's at a stand still
Must be a flat on that Delorean
I tried tellin them conceded the deals closed
They disagree they believe that they real close
Tough guys turn talk show like Steve Wilko's
Scream f-ck em eat dildos with each pill dose
All the rap dudes they got highly regarded
Tell me they psyche might be slightly retarded
Nowadays before the shows I buy me a cartridge
Those them phony ass dudes they like me to start with
Peepin how the vets wanna stop me
Money where your mouth is Ted DiBiase
And he won't be able to reach for a biscuit
With O's on his head like a B-more fitted
Black hoody and black tux
Tearin stacks up, with a model and her rack tough
Gettin my Extreme Makeover on
Knock that bitch down and build her back up
Think twice before you act up
Around flames, wrong time to be gassed up
You never heard blowing smoke from a grass hut
9 times out of 10 it'll be your last puff
[Intro: Joe Budden]
Chea, GC, Rest In Peace
Mojo, Rest In Peace
Champ gon' Rest In Peace
Little Reg gone Rest In Peace
Slick Senior, you gon Rest In Peace
Keith gon' Rest In Peace
I need all y'all to Rest In Peace
To all my niggaz Rest In Peace
[x2]
[Verse: Joe Budden]
I know my dead homies watching upon us
But uh, I aint gotta know a nigga to mourn
See a real nigga crying it's torture
Get the candles and the drinks
We gon' have our own wake on the corner
You could just vision
All of the memories
Hennesy guzzling and you buggin
Cuz you was just with him
God called for his son it was time
You gotta have peace with the Lord
Wish you it's on just one last time
Some think that nothin about it is good
He got what every nigga dreams of, he's out of the hood
So why we all sit in the hood cryin liquer
He's in heaven laughing like "look at my niggaz"
They all sobbing, them tears aint stopping
God throw em a sign and let them know I'm still watching
Time passes and things get poppin
Like "He woulda wanted, if he was here that woulda been his option"
It's back to old times as if he just popped in
You had to take somebody Jesus not him
All my real niggaz put a lighter in the air
There's a fighter in the air
That cloud right there
And I know my time is coming like everybody elses
(But) But by then I hope that everybody felt this
Always that one hateful nigga make it seem like everybody's jealous
Somebody here don't like me breathin
I know somebody here's tryna spite me steamin
Spite how I ride these Sprees and dap me
Goin to projects, at the end of the night I'm leavin
One of my old mans has now burnt out
Mic off me, never know how things turn out
Cuz even your close friends'll steal ya
Come to think of it, I could be real cool with my po-tential killer
That's called taking the bitter with the sweet
The skip with the verse
The gift with the curse
Somebody wants to see the kid in a hearse
But I'll die for this rap shit, clips will disperse
Kill for this rap shit, it gets reversed
Murder you lethal (So)
So don't watch if the convertable bleeds you
Take your pick with the clips
How you want it, reversible or see-through?
I be another locked dog in the fort
And another wake on the corner will be all my fault
Another body inside the Caddy
That'll make my Moms right cuz I'll be in jail just like Daddy
Daddy come home, something aint right
I think the Lord bout to call 'pon Uncle Mike
Mike got high and he wasn't too strong
Doc said he got cancer and it wouldn't be long
Said in another six months he'll be gone
Pops still play that one gospel song every morn'
Stopped gettin high so it's no more pipe
And they found medicine that'll extend his life
Years past and, Mike's still here he's not hurt
Gospel song every morn it's funny how God works
Wait! He's got the disease, he's different again
He's starting to get sick and shit's missing again
Now that monthly cheque he's spending again
Goddamn Uncle Mike is sniffing again
Dad, Mike sprung
And God put the cancer in his lungs like
Fuck that cure you had a choice
Disease is so cunning when you trippin' high
You can't throw away the gift of life
Nigga you take it or leave it
Nigga play it to keep it
Nigga safe retreated
Cuz if the Lord come take it you heed it
No funeral homes, not for you
And I don't really wanna visit in the hospital
Don't wanna see you like that cuz I'mma be too scared
I'd rather meet my own demise and meet you There
God I can't make pretend
At least take me first so I aint gotta see you take my friends
Some things I can't even figure, like why you have to take him for?
Come on God answer me nigga
Another tatoo, another name sprayed on the back window of the car for a month
Another family shattered, in tears
Another night on my knees with a new name added to my prayers
All the things we still feelin
Cuz on a nice day when the sky's clear I'm gon' see y'all staring
Extend your arm, take this pound
To all my lost soldiers in the booth with me while I lay this down
[Joe]
Y'all in that mood yet?! (in that mood yet)
Y'all in that mood yet?!?! (in that mood yet)
If I died tomorrow
See if I died tomorrow
Yo, yo yo yo yo
I woke up around nine, day felt like no other
Kissed wifey on the forehead, told her that I love her
Thinking as I look for where my car keys at
I know it ain't promised I'll be back
See if I died tomorrow
Whether from a disease or from a bullet
I wouldn't be mad, I lived my life to the fullest
I drove cars that I never thought I would
I fucked broads never thought I could
See if I died tomorrow
I'd be in heaven with the folk that raised me
Grandma, Jimmy, Great Grandma Daisy
'Least I'd be around some people that's just like me
'Least I'd be around my Uncle Mikey
If I died tomorrow
I know moms would probably be hysterical
For 25 years she seen me be a miracle
Seen me come a long way just by being lyrical
Naw I ain't act religious but God know me to be spiritual
If I died tomorrow, wouldn't feel like it's wrong
I ain't expect to be here this long
They told me before I get 21 that they would have my
grave handy
Two years later, nominated for a Grammy
Vibe Awards, Kev said I probably shouldn't go with him
He ain't think I wouldn't make it good at the podium
Fans wanting the best for me
I couldn't be there as I won but ?? all my Jersey
heads rep for me
If I died tomorrow then what would it mean
Already feel like I'm livin my dream
Came across some pretty interesting folk
I met some new people
Ain't move alot of units, but touched a few people
So I might get frustrated fuckin wit the hood son
But everyday above ground is a good one
Walk out the door and leave it in God's hands
If I go it's just part of God's plan
If I died tomorrow
Will life carry out the same
Well at least my little man can carry out the name
And look, I can say I lived my life without stress
If I died tomorrow, I'm fine I been blessed, Yes!
I made some money, and true I could've had more
But he's happy and what more could he ask for
If it was no diamonds and no begets
I still would have no worries, I got no regrets
I made my mom proud, and pop feels the same way
But he's a man so he probably got too much pride to say
Can't count my blessings on one hand, more than a handful
And God ain't send nothin my way I couldn't handle
[Hook]
If I know I was called to go
I know one thing that's for sure
I'll be alllriiight.. cuz it was my time
And if its one thing that I know
I don't regret one choice I chose
I'm livin my life
If I was gonna die tomorrow
[Joe]
Yo if I died tomorrow
Throw a little liquor in the sky
I'm good here don't ask God why, don't cry
I did everything I wanted, left nothin unturned
Roll sumtin, light it, let it burn
If I died tomorrow...
Naw I don't wanna die tomorrow.. said I DON'T WANNA
DIE TOMORROW
Well just in case, remember my ways, remember my face
For all that remember my place
I love me
Best thing about dying tomorrow I won't see anybody I love leave
So if the Lord take me, don't re-incarnate me
I don't wanna come back, and please DON'T MAKE ME
Don't cry, just wave goodbye
Let all my songs rock, smile at me in the sky
Don't pour liquor, I'll save niggaz some Hennessey
Just play a spades game, slame a card in my memory I speak my mind
I roll a blunt with God, know he smoke sumtin better than any weed you can find
So pass that Jesus
You gotta get high to think of all these diseases that
put us right where he is
Damn I'ma miss my mans, miss my chick, miss my fam
Miss my fans
The world is like jail, this is like Debang
So now take it all back, I won't miss a thing
I'm feelin pretty wise
And death I can take off this disguise
When it come just let it be a surprise
I'd rather it quickly
I may not be remembered as the best, that's cool, long as y'all don't forget me
Now who the fuck you think is living to this day
I try to tell my young niggaz crime don't pay
So I hope Ma Dukes can understand where I was
And hope Trey can be a better man than I was
I don't wanna live to be 80
Life's a cycle
The older you get, more you live like a baby
You could barely move, folk gotta be there for you
Diapers on, niggaz gotta take care of you
Learn shit all over again
Skin wrinkled, ya memory gone, and you a memory gone
'Least in '03 I made a few folk dance
I wanna thank Def Jam cuz they gave me a chance
Wanna thank my street niggaz
The show me the streets niggaz
When it's your turn I'm at the pearly gates to greet niggaz
When it was beef niggaz
Snatch the heat niggaz
Said 'Mouse you a star give that back to me' niggaz
My nigga Big Perm, fuck being a hype man
Since Lincoln High School my nigga been my right hand
Dude MK already know that I love him
You like a third brother, you past being a cousin
The mother of my baby for giving me my baby
Naw, I won't trash you, you been aight lately
Heights, Still, and Du, can't forget Dub B
Held me down when I ain't know how to love me
I mean back in the days I felt so ugly
I can't say why, bitches always dug me
A lightskinned nigga, always kept a fresh line
My feelings like wine, just got better with time
So if I die tomorrow, and y'all choose to ignore him
Just say he repped Jers' like nobody before him
Look, I can say I lived my life without stress
If I died tomorrow, I'm fine, I been blessed, Yes!
Turn off the lights and you give it to me slow
That's how I like it oh I like you
Turn off the lights and you give it to me slow
That's how I like it oh I know you
Get me to the hospital cause you break my heart
You're puttin' on your makeup it's tearing me apart
I'm touching your skin it's doing me in
You're addicted and I'm not loving it
I need to know
If you like me too
Cause this feeling that I get
I only get with you
So take off your dress
And show me what you do
Take off your dress
And show me what you do
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French kiss
(All night)
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French kiss
(All night)
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French kiss
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
Girl you're a disaster but I don't care
You're touching me with my hands in your hair
So damn hot
Girl I can't stop
Oh my god
Take me to the hot spot
I need to know
If you like me too
Cause this feeling that I get
I only get with you
So take off your dress
And show me what you do
Take off your dress
And show me what you do
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French kiss
(All night)
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French kiss
(All night)
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French French kiss
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
Turn off the lights and you give it to me slow
That's how I like it oh I like you
Turn off the lights and you give it to me slow
That's how I like it oh I know you
Turn off the lights and you give it to me slow
That's how I like it oh I know you
Turn off the lights and you give it to me slow
That's how I like it oh I know you
Turn off all the lights
French kiss
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French kiss
(All night)
Turn off all the lights
French French kiss
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French kiss
(All night)
Turn off all the lights
(Uh oh)
French kiss
(All night)
Turn off all the lights (lights lights)
French kiss
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
Your bright red lipstick is killing me tonight
Check, It's time to educate a lercher if your featherweight by nurture
Looking for a fix, I'm here to medicate, nurtured
Was putting this shit off, and know I hesitated further
Even me thinking bout it is premeditated murder
So if when I levitate it disturbs ya
You ain't gotta ask who I dedicated this verse to
You brothers - I tried to see shit in all shades
So I'm prep when they finally show they true colors
Ain't gotta worry about who I'm trying to appeal to
If all I do is keep it in fif, what up Phillip Hughes
Public Enemy, all I'm just missing Terminator X
Now who am I gonna terminate next?
Hearing all sorts of fables probly...
Who if you choose to believe will have you thinking I'm unstable
Contrary to belief I weighed all I brought to the table
And decided that relationships wasn't worth being faithful
Words from the wise: When you lie make sure the trail is gone
And don't expect a happy ending less you in a nail salon
nigga
I'm at a time before drugs should starts
It makes sense, I'm being framed I'm a work of art
But if you broke tho
Don't, blame the economy
Don't, come with a handout
Don't, try to ???
See, I never ask niggas to come and be fond of me
You met your match now, what up Eharmony
(Hook)
Hello expectations, know I had to greet you
It don't matter where you at, I'll always come and meet you
Hello expectations, we can skip the small talk
Probly thought I disappeared and thought that I was all talk
What you been smoking?
You keep getting higher
But that ain't ever been a problem, I keep getting nicer
Hello expectations, who do it like me?
I think you got a good idea of who it might be
Been in this game 8 years, ain't fell off, no bragging
It's just been a lot of John Doe and toe taggin
The jeans have, any foot wear is old fashion
Bought these Jordans maybe do some Bo Jackson's
All I'm hearing is coke rapping with no passion
From dudes getting fuck like something Chris Stokes imagined
Black Benz, fruck an art class no wagon
Way I'm on that turn pipe you will think the pope passing
If you got an assessment of what I represent
It's more then likely negligent if we was never friends
Popping shit online, haven't even met me
You's a pussy and a bush, Kardashian and Reggie
Hello Expectations, I should look familiar
Every time we meet you tell me ain't nobody realer
Whatever you expect from me, I always go beyond that
And you be looking shock as if we lost contact
So if you knew me, you would get why my man is off drastic
Strong minded, a lot of people can't handle that tactic
To keep it real, politics always hand to the masses
And I rebel cause all I wanna do is hand them a classic
Nobody gotta be right, just a lamp and a mattress
Till my accountant pull the trigger I'll hamper they asses
I'm in a fine lint and ??? hand them a fabric
Bad bitches, fast cars no Danika Patrick
Audience is die hard so if my fans spazzin
You might see the first drive-by from a ban wagon
I'm not a role model, I never claim to be - The
World would be fruckd up - If
Yall was the same as me - I'm
Not to be copied off of
Not to be emulated
This music ain't the club more
So to be stimulated
A nigga far from perfect when you hear the pencil stated
That I would try to be your
That I would demonstrate it
The naysayer's talking
It seems I been degraded
And tho I hear their words
None of them penetrated
So when its cold - I
Maker sure I'm insolated
A little food for thought
Hope your mental can take it
(Hook)
Hello expectations, know I had to greet you
It don't matter where you at, I'll always come and meet you
Hello expectations, we can skip the small talk
Probly thought I disappeared and thought that I was all talk
What you been smoking?
You keep getting higher
But that ain't ever been a problem, I keep getting nicer
Hello expectations, who do it like me?
Check me out, I fell in love with the hatred
Love being hated
Ya'll should already know as much as I state it
Niggas ain't thinkin, drunk or sedated
I could care less I give a fuck I made it
Best in the world, put a blog on your playlist
Much that I dated, ya'll cover parade with
Realest to ever do it, hate to interrupt the fake shit
If I said it I meant it trust I don't insinuate shit
I turn a deaf ear to the feed back
You come from the bottom, I come from underneath that
Ya'll hit the strip club toss a few g stacks
I invest it and quadruple what I see back
See I'm used to the all black, ski mask
Cruise to the louie duffle in elite class
Zero the speed limit I ain't going no where though, just means they getting no where slow
[Chorus]
It's all in your thoughts if you a janitor mop the floor like a boss
Push the ford like a porsche
Sell the ounce like a bundle
Treat your plain looking girlfriend like a model and the models gonna want you
Rock the tee like it's an exclusive fit
If she give the best head, just act like you used to the shit
See I'm good at that
Walk like your dick is that big, if you slip out make her put it back
Why you wanna hate me
I'm in the club so low key that you barely know it's me
Don't even like rap
In the cars flow is tree I'm like jack butterfly more virgins I'm on it like that
Ain't the richest or the flyest best dressed, just the sickest and the nicest, best kept
So when they hate me it's fun cause I wasn't even a threat till they made me one
[Chorus]
All I did was take a small hood nobody knew about
Repped it let the game know something new was out
Gave ya'll my slang what you saying is old
Made it cool to be yourself, stop playing the role
Stood up to the label said id rather have an opinion than sell my soul and be a minion
Majors gave him mad looks, was a nice try we gonna sell the same I just do it off of WiFi
When lyrics was in need around you
Slaughterhouse was born nigga meet the founder
All I did spit like a nigga from another world
Bitch was off Dyckman turned into a covergirl
Only dumb niggas hate on brilliance
Only dudes that won't last hate on resilience
I'm chilling jsut counting my blessings
I guess in essence I'm asking a rhetorical question
[Chorus:]
Nothings ever good enough
Hollywood, think he too good for us
Niggas emo, he ain't in the hood enough
How bout hes just misunderstood to us
Vision is fine, I can still hear
So I pop one more till everything is unclear
Cause... nothings ever good enough
I'm just looking for something... good enough
[Verse 1:]
Wonder where his mind is
If everyones depression is wrong, then maybe mine is
Jurys out, but the verdicts in
Case ain't been heard, so how they murdering him
I appear to be arrogant, that's what they instilled in me
Took it as a weakness when I showed them humility
Insensitive, don't waste time tryin to tell me what
Emotions is, I'm emotionless
I can't explain it, it comes from home
Make me uncomfortable and you gonna put me in a comfort zone
Double as me, feel what I feel and know hes strugglin
Be trying to get depression and suffer from me
When your heads cluttered with noise you get lost
Am I isolated by choice or by force?
Listen, the fuck y'all expect from me
Already givin y'all the best in me, but it seem like...
[Chorus:]
Nothings ever good enough
Hollywood, think he too good for us
Niggas emo, he ain't in the hood enough
How bout hes just misunderstood to us
Vision is fine, I can still hear
So I pop one more till everything is unclear
Cause... just one wasn't good enough
Crushin it in rum wasn't good enough
The baddest girl wouldn't be good enough
All the cash in the world ain't good enough
{Why? }... cause you can go your hardest for your fans
But like you they only human so they may not understand that
I used always try to be good enough
Couldn't figure out why I wasn't good enough
So instead of being good enough
I just wanna be better than good enough
[Verse 2:]
The fluck is going on around here?
Contriving and conforming is the norm around here
It's tension, speak up and violence gets mentioned
In a world where everybody gets by off silenced opinions
And so I cut the red tape and the politics
Know it's there, I'm just the only nigga to acknowledge it
Learn from the acts that came before ya and retain the lawyer
They told me once you get the fame, you get the paranoia
They say that he a has-been, irrevelant
But every word I say, niggas get hella bent
Tell you why I'm off of the charts or on the bottom of your bracket
I rap thru the heart and some niggas lack it
So I get why I'm greeted with spite, got nerve being the truth
Life's fine with them believing a lie
Even I no longer know what to expect from me
But y'all have yet to see the best in me, still it seem like...
[Chorus:]
Nothings ever good enough
Hollywood, think he too good for us
Niggas emo, he ain't in the hood enough
How bout hes just misunderstood to us
Vision is fine, I can still hear
So I pop one more till everything is unclear
Cause... just one wasn't good enough
Crushin it in rum wasn't good enough
The baddest girl wouldn't be good enough
All the cash in the world ain't good enough
But you can go your hardest for your fans
But like you they only human so they may not understand that
I used always try to be good enough
I couldn't figure out why I wasn't good enough
So instead of being good enough
I just wanna be better than good enough
[Verse 3:]
Check it, I want it all that's why I strive for it
Diss me and you normally hear a reply for it
But I'm starting my maturation and ignore em
Let em continue their masturbation
Say my actions don't match what I'm spittin
So I tell em mind they business and let me stray
They say that you becoming a walking contradiction
I tell em people change everyday
I tell em I been making my own decisions since a teen
Tell me who the fuck is y'all to intervene, here's a lesson
I'm good enough for me, a nigga seem to be perfection
Fifty grand, v.I.p., queens and perfection
Far from a beginner, nigga ain't a white belt
Cry me a river, and I'll turn into mike phelps
I'm just giving y'all the best in me
And y'all just turn that into stress for me and so it seem like...
[Chorus:]
Nothings ever good enough
Hollywood, think he too good for us
Niggas emo, he ain't in the hood enough
How bout hes just misunderstood to us
Vision is fine, I can still hear
So I pop one more till everything is unclear
Cause... just one wasn't good enough
Crushin it in rum wasn't good enough
The baddest girl wouldn't be good enough
All the cash in the world ain't good enough
Cause you can go your hardest for your fans
But like you they only human so they may not understand that
I used always try to be good enough
I couldn't figure out why I wasn't good enough
So instead of being good enough
[Beat to DOC's "Funky Enough" starts]
[Joe Budden]
Ohh! Oh yeah you fuckin faggot (okay)
(Haha) You fuckin' faggot, Game
You only a replacement till' Yayo come home, nigga
Game Over nigga
This not real, only got 8 months before The 5 Hearbeat run is over nigga
Stop that singin' shit, and you better be over Faggot
[Joe Budden]
Dude wanna be Dre, Ren Ice Cube or Eazy
But, you ain't them aight dude? Believe me
Say I'm tight trash all thanks to ghostwrite
But then you sound like Fab, get a sound like BLAT!
Not real, never heard a sound like that
He's a bitch, probly sleep in a gown and nightcap
Got a big chrome friend that I tuck along with me
And a grown gat since you like +suckin on 50's+
You's not Big and Pac, not East vs. West
Nigga, this is least vs. best
Wack west nigga from a sideblock, meanwhile
Get dude to fill an iPod with just freestyles
Let's do the math
You ain't sold shit, and I sold 500K more than that
Heard your diss track,but I ain't even play on that
Because I just seen dude, and he ain't say all that
In the same hotel, if dude wanted to do me
I'd have been Cassidy, gave him the room key
Got the guns and the vest out that I planted
And Game woulda had his chest out like Janet!
That's what I mean, dude's on that tough shit
Image for the public, believe none of it
Scared to speak street cuz he scared so he dap on some love shit
Then get in the booth on some thug shit (naw)
Go and put you in a verse
Nigga, this 4 will put you in a hearse
Now the ganj will put you in the dirt
Cuz guns is like soap on a rope, it took a fag to start usin' 'em first
A to the K, Jim to the starr
Wanna play God (?) say BLAM! nigga, limp to your car
This fag can't be for real, he gettin' at me?
He 'gone need more than a shield and big Macky
(So) Next time don't be a coward about it
Just get loud with this crowd to show everybody you bout it
Mr G-G-G-G-G, stop that
Homes, you only known for 5 Heartbeat hooks and gettin' popped at
(c'mon") See no evil, I hear the people
They ask and I tell 'em I got your career on TiVo
And if the song sells, and you gone be poppin' them thangs
Maybe you could tell Jimmy he can stop callin scame
I'm just tryin to save your rep
Your not a rapper, you asked, they gat like you gone save the West
I doubt that, not him
You need help, is Dre gone put him on the shelf? Better learn from Rakim
So when I see you also, we can let the glocks blow
Come through Jersey, or I'll meet you as Roscoes
Another fake thugs gets killed
100 red dots on you if you wanna be a blood for real, mu' fucka
[Joe Budden]
Yeah! And that's it man
Game fuckin' over, I ain't gone keep doin this shit back and forth
50 stop sendin' your lil' fuckin wack ass pawns
and come holla at a real nigga man
The nigga's ass, fuck him, fuck Game, fuck Banks, Buck
and any of them other niggaz Curtis tryin' to send over this way
Fuck the whole mother fuckin' G-Unit, a.k.a. the mother fuckin 5 Heartbeats
Fuckin' Banks, Buck, Yayo, Game and fuckin' Curtis, the singin' ass nigga
NICE LIKE THIS! haha
Fuck outta here man
You know where I'm at, and you know where to get at me, nigga
And I heard the lil slick shit in the beginning of your shit
bout you gone punch niggaz in the face and all that
you was real polite when I see you
And tell Mya I say wuddup
I'mma save that lil trick from you tryin' to holla back in this
YEAH!, game over maggot. YES! One
Yo, shakers, movers, haters, rapists, losers, liars, takers, shooters
With ubsurded things like I was 13
When he burst on the scene
That eventually hurt Keem
Got a tool, when he stole from dad
Thought it'd be cool
To play show and tell so he took it to school
He in class with it, stylin for mad bitches
Nickle bag lifted, it's sad cause he mad gifted
But that buiscut will only lead to bad business
Moms on dope, dads just ridiculous
That leaves a menace, wantin to be king
But they one in the same both runnin from pain
But the laughter it fell from his face
When it fell from his waist
And hit Ramell by mistake
Tried as an adult, facin a long bid
But the charge might change gotta see if the lil boy lives
Yo, self, pity, chasin, wealth
Could be sickly if ya fend for yaself in city like nitty
Who sold dope his whole life, the nigga sold dope to his own wife
He knew her death would come soon
Bein real how much drugs could she consume
Even hid guns in his sons room
But they don't know it's a secret believe it
He don't want them to get hit the way that he did
House raided, drove by the house sprayed it
Ran in stole his stash, spouse naked
It's real here, he thankful that he still here
Caught'em nine times he'll easily take the wheelchair
Old hustla's can't escape old madness
Get the same results dealin with old habits
Which makes nitty a lifetime sufferer
Who thinks it'll be ight since he lives with his very best customer
Yo, his spited vengence, moreso extensive
Revenge is best served cold but it's expensive
Near steps, to revenge is near death
He disappears stressed reappears witha tech
You kill his dog, he gone kill your cat
Hispops killed his mother so he killed his dad
In his head he like god damnit he crept over
With the same gun his pop planted that he slept over
Raised as a killa from an age that's a thrilla
Age with no filta and that rage is familiar now
Faith has him sleepin over that guy responsible for that black patch over his eye
Pillow over al's face he leaned over and cried
He sighed and said your parents won't know that you died
Death penalty, no annesty just insanity
[talking: Joe Budden]
Anybody who listens to Joe Budden
I never got off on it, actually my image is not giving a fuck about image
My image is a regular, real live man who will always give it to you just the way it is
I'm never gonna fabricate, I'm never gonna lie
And I'm never going to? cause the industry made me do something
Some of you gotta take a step back, and really just look at the situation, and analyze
To really think about it. And you gotta say "is the risk... worth the reward? "
Let's go
[Verse 1:]
Yo I'm only human, ain't to be worshipped {Nah}
I'm only human, I ain't perfect {Nah}
I might say some things and reword it
You could blame it on my roots, deep Jerz shit
Bet some things were never instilled
I might make threats I will never fulfill {Why? }
Hoping you're smart enough to use some will
And do as I say out of fear that I will
Say time will reveal, but I'm jammed up
But I'm standin at the clock and the hands stuck
Ever so tender, seems the things ya'll never forget
I'll never remember
Listen, it's your fault you assumed I grew
But if I'm all about me, then wheres there room for you?
Rather not rewind but fast forward
"Forgiveness", all I can do is ask for it
Forgive me
[Talking:]
I'm only human like ya'll and shit
I ain't a robot, I ain't a superhero
I'm entitled to shit like ya'll niggas
Here we go, check me out
[Verse 2:]
Might say some things that's outlandish
But when I do, I'm thinking without standage
I apologize, take it as a letter
In spite of my actions just know I was raised better {much better}
I'm aware that my opinions hated
So why the fuck am I so opinionated?
My bad Method Man, out of respect
I'm a scrap them 5 pages I wrote towards {Inspectah} Deck
Cause that ain't have anything to do with you
So I made it have everything to do with you
Shuttin' up is unusual
So I'm back to lettin my pen state what I do to dudes {I meean}
Outside of music, outside of rappin
Cause none of that shit interfere with life happenin
And you can look me dead in the eyes
If you don't know shit then just know I took your advice
Holla at me
[Talking:]
At least I listen though
I'm open minded enough to
A nigga tell me something I'm a take heed to it
Only if it's good shit though
I be my own filter
It's that on top music
Think more niggas should be like that
Follow my lead
I left a trail for niggas
Follow it
[Verse 3:]
Yo, yo I ain't lookin at the man that you would see
Ain't looking at the man that you should see
Ain't looking at the man that I could be
Treat me like I'm new to the game, still a rookie
Like a newborn straight out the pussy
Or is everybody straight out and just pussy {faggot}
In a state of confusion, what I intended is never the conclusion {talk to em! }
I'm losin, normally the one they accusin
Maybe that explain my seclusion
But when you grown to see that the stakes high
You at least know to never make the same mistake twice {look! }
They say the real is gone
I represent this shit
What you see is what you get
No representative
From now on gator redefine me
If ya see another mishap don't mind me
Forgive me
[Talking:]
Ya know I heard a lot of niggas
Words are piercing
Sometimes they just hurt like bullets
I wanna make amends
Nnot to everybody though
"Biatch! "
"For you! For, for you! For-for you! For you! " – "Fresh! " [x3]
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Nickel! Of course it's I
The fore ship come as no surprise
I'm low from my chauffeur drive
He married to the streets, he 'bout to divorce his bride
Now throw 'em up! Like you prayin to the porcelain god
Joey!
[Joe Budden:]
I understand why dudes would wanna off me (why?)
It's small beef, goldfish to Jaws' teeth
Knick game, next to Spike, got the floor seats (talk to 'em)
Expired tin plate but the Porsche speeds
Home to wall-to-wall marble in the floor see, Nickel!
[Royce Da 5'9" (Joe Budden):]
Spittin at your eulogy
All you rhyme about is shinin jewelry
You should change your name from MC to Tomfoolery
This is new to me and I will mop a nigga ass UP!
Do him like clean-up
(Or split him down the middle, we could) Do him like a pre-nup
(I mean get him for his re-up) Hoes down, G's up
[Joe Budden:]
Clean cut, pour somethin hot on your mean mug
Star Trek guns outta this world, get beamed up
The last two that you want to see team up
Or link up, FUCK any rapper you think of
Matter fact, ain't a better combo you could dream of
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9", Joe Budden]
[Royce Da 5'9":] Street niggaz gettin money, this is {"For you"}
[Joe Budden:] Jail niggaz waitin on release, this is {"For you"}
[Royce Da 5'9":] Hoh! Trap stars niggaz, this is {"For you"}
[Joe Budden:] Fruck that, bad broads I'm doin it for {"For you"}
[both] WE, ARE {"Fresh"}
[Joe Budden:]
We killin the witness and anyone who maybe saw it
So the court date (they missin the day before it)
Lately floorish coupe, or maybe poor shit
I'm aware that they hate me for it
I stay with the special like Katie Couric
Diss me, soon as they record it they be corpses
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Flawless models lookin like my lady's porcelain
80's corset that can cause a baby abortion
Take her, to Old Navy or maybe Nordstroms
Get her pregnant, marry her or maybe divorce her
Crazy, if a nigga dandelion/dandy lyin
I have him pushin up daisies in a fugazi orifice
[Joe Budden:]
I dress half hood, half corporate
If your closet ain't the size of a master bedroom you won't get the portrait
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Bottom line I'm a sign like endorse it
Y'all niggaz four different characters played out like Norbit
Of course it's the bosses, shoot it then toss it
[Chorus]
[Verse 1:]
I got bitches on my dick, I don't want em near
Closest full of brand names I don't wanna wear
Everybody got advice that I don't wanna hear
World in your palm but you don't wanna share
Still I'm following you...
Are you leading me with a weapon drawn
Co-dependent on her but got me in bed alone
You say if you love it let it go, nothing set in stone
Plus every rock they throw I use as a stepping stone
Got questions, say the answer's better left unknown
Though I may not never see you I should know you never gone
So I break the mirror, cause everything it's showing me is wrong
Grab your hand and go along, cause I'm following you
Say I should be pleased, what if I'm saddened
Always say I been through worse, what if I hadn't
But if that holds true, here's the lesson
If you keep your head down you might miss out on the blessing
[Hook:]
I don't need the money, I don't need the fame
I don't need the lifestyle, I don't need the pain
I don't need the clubs, I don't need the cars
None of that really matters to me
I don't want the bad bitch, I don't want the strain
I don't want the highs, enough shit on the brain
I don't want whatever's gonna help me be insane
I just want to follow your lead
[Verse 2:]
You sayin follow my lead, follow follow my lead
Brought me to my knees, he must wanna holla at me
When the world feels like swallowin me
When every decision's costly, and I don't got a dollar on me
Check it, I don't wanna pretend, I don't wanna live a lie
I don't wanna be judged, don't wanna be criticized
I don't wanna talk, there's nothing I want to say
The more that they get to know me
The more they just run away
And that, must be a way saying we should stay together
I know how to fuck it up more than I can make it better
I figured folk around me would learn to take it better
Instead of try to change me, I've been this way forever
Time will reveal more will be shown, you pushed it
I thought the door closed on it's own
But uh, nevermind what caused it, living a dream
Nothing in this world powerful enough to pause it, SING!
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
They sayin follow my lead, follow follow my lead
Cig in my mouth perscription bottle by me
And even when I think you might be making a mistake
I might not know the destination but I make it there safe
When I feel like I can't get weaker
You always come and make a cameo or feature
I'm good with my insanity and fevers
Cause Pac's lookin from heaven sayin they ain't understand me neither
A lot of times you leave me exposed
And laugh at me still thinking I could be in control
But I Weather the storm, altogether I ain't know him
Though I always disagree you ain't never been wrong
Listen, I was feelin nearly unstoppable
Now I'm facing what appeared to be impossible
Feelin unimportant enough to have to bother you
But I'm down here alone nigga, all I got is you
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
I can't fit it all in a 16
That night that I was tipsy, and all those bullets missed me
The day they rushed the block, I was strapped but they didn't frisk me
Why I ain't fuck that stripper
Don't ask, and now she's sick b
The drop on that jewelry store for 50's
And I backed out last minute, like nah that shit look risky
One of my mans dead, the other in Poughkeepsie
Another one in the feds, he'll be there till he's 60
I want to thank you for the blessings and the gifts
And the lessons, and the messages they left, I get the drift
Fuck the cheddar or whatever, it don't measure up to this
I mean never did I ever not remember you exist
When I hop up out my bed, hands together and I wish
You knew it was from the heart, inside my chest you let it...
Ugh....This my love song
Check it....
More question's more answers More c.i smoke and more cancer /
More arguing more resistance it seem's like the closer we get there's more distance /
More angle's a millions different looks was on the same page just in different books /
With so much i wanna say but i got no ground cuz we aint break up more like broke down /
Now that pain and torture add that with restraining orders
then add the soul of my slained daughter /
None of this is how we planned it too be /
One big insanity plea shit could never end amicillbly /
I miss you trying you prolly dont think i tried too /
When you stubborn and pridefull not much is insightful /
But god was trying to show something he aint think that i knew /
Sometimes shit that doesn't breathe can die too /
( Hook )
Were we just dreamers.... waiting for our shot too shoot to the moon
Were we just dreamers.... Spending our lives trying to see this thing through
Waiting to fly away... Were waiting to fly away, waiting to to fly away.. waiting to fly away
Fly away
How we both had thoughts of marriage thoughts of me coppin karats /
Talks of what we'd name her while shopping for a carriage /
But when the dream stopped who'd knew you'd see me like a savage /
That you dreamt of vacations but only woke up with baggage /
All you ever did was love me and look at where it got you /
And when you wanted more all i did was say im not you /
Im selfish not selfless and i say that wit love /
So in essence you asking for what im incapable of /
So now i find im goin over choices i aint even made yet /
We clouded by good times and great sex /
Running fast towards an unknown fait /
You alterd when i introduced you to my unknown traits /
In your dreams seems you had me pegged as another man /
But in mine only you would understand /
In our minds we were perfect we witnessed our dream get murdered /
Now reality's on trial and we both awaiting the verdict /
( Bridge )
Put you high if you close too me
Though you said this aint how its suppose to be
What we had was so real.....
But you say i dont care....
I never thought this day would come
You said you would give your all it was left with none
But we can both be spared... But you dont think thats fair
That fair.....
( Hook )
Were we just dreamers.... waiting for our shot too shoot to the moon
Were we just dreamers.... Spending our lives trying to see this thing through
Waiting to fly away... Were waiting to fly away, waiting to to fly away.. waiting to fly away
Fly away
You cant see how you ever began to like a liar /
You lost track of all the little things that i admire /
But when the peace left i knew we might retire /
A thinking man i live upstairs im something like sommaya /
I got memories but at what point are they lost ?
You say we can work through it at what point is it forced ?
We shoulda never rushed..
Its cuz like now we at a point where you wont never trust /
And for me i cant believe thats all we ever was /
The highs gone need a better buzz /
Cuz we sleep in the same bed but we never touch /
My solution to every beef is
to re-visit though we'll have the same emotions we wont be livid /
Wont be so vivid i think your girls secretly applauded our drama we dont need those critics /
We owe it to go over our foundation with a kean eye /
Sad part is too say we never had the same dream twice /
( Bridge 2 )
Leavin love and all its possibilitie, Take us from reality
Made it hard to see that we were bound to fall
Just to cover up the pain Im wishing that the skies would rain
And wipe all my thoughts away....
Cuz im tired of dreaming.......
( Hook )
Were we just dreamers.... waiting for our shot too shoot to the moon
Were we just dreamers.... Spending our lives trying to see this thing through
Waiting to fly away... Were waiting to fly away, waiting to to fly away.. waiting to fly away
[Talking:]
Good Evening
[clears throat]
Ladies and gentlemen
I'd like to welcome everybody
Please take your seats
Please be seated
We have a great show lined up for everybody tonight
Special guest in the house tonight
Joe Budden, J.Garden
Let's... GO
[Hook:]
A wise man said we all wear a mask
At times keepin it on is too much of a task
Your face on the net, and your life's on blast
It might slip off, you gotta give me a pass
Sometimes I feel like a mannequin
But how they dress me don't make me the man I am
Not a rose don't hamper him
They just lookin' at the clothes on a mannequin
[Verse 1:]
Look, look, look
I want the best cars and the best flow
I want the best broads that's how that go
I mean I want to be a star and collect dough
But even if I had it all it'd be just for show
I want the diamonds to make my neck glow {Yeah}
Lust for the next hoe a love will never let go {Talk to 'em! }
I want to run along from my shortcomings {BUT! }
But I smoke so my breath gonna be short running {OHH! }
I want to be in control, hands on
If I'm the pilot then we will never land wrong {NEVER! }
But I want to have faith, staying strong
Take the first step when I ain't got a leg to stand on
I got a lot to give but I want more
With numb thoughts, positive but I'm unsure
On the misplace, getaway and it's disarray
And ya'll don't know the man just what he put on display {OHH! }
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm too annoyed to cope, tryna make a livin
Given I don't think that being a dope boy is dope
Out of every story, only 2 end in glory
Who am I to think I'm different than every hustler before me?
If I took my anger, became a gangbanger
I would aim to aim my anger at every stranger
Shawty wanna leave, honestly I can't blame her
Say the ones you love the most are always in the most danger
I talk a little slower so you have to hear
Dead man walkin, no tatted tears
Or realest to ever do it, cavalier
Hundred thousand dollar car, with rabbit ears
I don't welcome change even if it help 'em gain
Fuck a handout, I'd rather be self contained
L.V everything, lookin' well arranged
Y'all would never know that I'm practicing self restrain
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I been different, never mind I'm just indifferent
Ain't an old timer that would blame it on a skin pigment
Is it my imagination or a slim figment?
Or is gent ignant, probably why I'm indignant
Look at haters like 'why is it an issue? '
Is it because I'm sober but I'm on a high they can't get to?
God? fightin with his pride and his pitbull
God I was lied as it get to
Cursin' God out "why he decide to pick dude? "
I big bulls but when I try it's abyssmal
Die and keepin everythin inside me a riddle
But they blinded by the condo size and it's sick view
Whys, try and answer the whys
What good is havin eyes when everything you look at you despise? {Can anybody hear me? }
Or do you need ears when you don't believe anything you hear?
Maybe it's just something in the air
I ain't the social type!
Joey!
Nah mean!
I ain't with all the congregating!
Fuck niggas, hahaha!
It's, It's, It's that 0-9!
Hey yo I can't lie spent a few years trying to under stand why
When, how is it now I'm so anti
Face asked if you've ever seen a man cry
I think before that shit ain't even pan right
So I don't look at rap dudes like you fans might
Rude, it's true excuse I got a slant eye
Regard it's my security guard that's why
I'm walking around feeling like I can't die
Or I'm feeling like opportunity ran by (ME)
And I'm chasing it (OR) am I facing it
(NIGGA) No past I'm erasing it
I'm an addict got a habitual habit and I don't avoid voids
Good at substitution replacing shit
I'm just trying to find my place with shit
Pacing quick I ain't go no patience with
Niggas dead can't speak they mind
What the fuck they got a mouth for
Me I'm so full of rage so used to being caged
I probably shouldn't be outdoors
Everybody so scared of the truth
Look in my eyes an stare at the truth
They doing interludes and every interview
Talking about there prepared to shoot (bom bom)
I'm thought fool I'm resort to getting near a booth
They awful what I do to them unlawful
Boss dude ain't got a high up to resort to
Just giving yourself a bad name
Yackidy yack the threats in fact is that lame
You can't tell that axe arranged
Think I'm wearing a bulls eye
Just all them cats got bad aim I'll explain
I'm past real they past phony
Ignore the personal an physical attacks on me
I remain cool relaxed homie
Brand new I ain't got a scratch on me
So what your squad gonna do
Lay a hand on me I'll lay a hollow on you
Change hands stab his pockets run his wallet on thru
Every club in new york nigga bottles on you
Better tell them what reluctance is
I'm controlled by uncontrolled substances
Soon as he thru I'll show him what substance is
Know I'm nicer when I'm toasted I'm only rubbing it in (NIGGA)
You got beat up ignored in school
Signed a deal niggas thought you was cool
Only take one goner to slaughter your crew (SLAUGHTERHOUSE)
If your resume got deaded today they'd call you a fool (HOW BOUT THAT)
All them years rapping nothing else happening
You need a new day to day
Old heads in the game with no other way to get paid
Gasping timeout take a break from the play or grab a Gatorade
Bad contract team can't make a trade
Majors fucking you in the ass you gonna stay a slave
Five-Nine in my ear saying hey behave
But shit is fucked up and I blame it on the way it was paved
I chill for the sake of your age
You great live but let me know when that stage get appraised
All in raising the stakes
Swear you and your label should prayeth
Thank God I was placed in this decade by mistake
I don't belong here dad fucked mom in the wrong year
Wrong peers amongst niggas with wrong ears
Wrong advancing funny sounds every songs weird
Wrong fashion it's like everybody's gone queer
Be clear I ain't here to be fronting
You can dislike me I ain't here to pretend
Run but you can't hide I can't lie
Told niggas in the first two bars I was anti
Leave me running!
Joey!
No wonder, wheres an escape route when you need it?
[Sample: Rocky]
You ain't gon believe this but, you used to fit right here
I'd hold you up and say to your mother
This kids gonna be the best kid in the World
This kids gonna be somebody better than anybody I ever knew
And you grew up good and wonderful, it was great
Just watching everyday was like a privilage
Than the time comes for you to be your own man, and take on the World
And you did, but somewhere along the lines, you changed, you stopped being you!
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Shout to all my fans, glad I can inspire y'all
Got a couple haters, still trying to acquire more
You're praying to a higher power hoping I should fall
But even my writers block ends in a fire wall
Everybody acts reckless judging by they past efforts
If they ran shit why it won't show up in they track records
How can the critics ever hear me and say I'm a suffer
How when they play with words and I make em' play with each other
Choppers over the booth, ready for prime time
Come one with his thoughts, intertwine with his mind
Go toe to toe, blow for blow or do it rhyme for rhyme
Be competitive coke heads and go line for line
Honestly that crap of yours you should raffle off
With me they getting Genius Bars without the Apple store
Under the microscope I rebut' the scrutiny
If I'm to be compared it's only to who I used to be
Take a closer look at rappers and you might discover
This faggots talking Boxing, avoid the Mike Buffers
Now you the type to cuff her, me I get tired of her
See you the type to get hype to hug her but won't try to fuck her
No pencil thin bitches, me that ain't the style he dates
Might sit on her face and leave the imprint of a smiley face
Introduce the newcomers to my habitat
The calms before the storm, this the debris from the aftermath
[Sample: Rocky]
Let me tell you something, here right now
The World ain't all sunshine and rainbows
It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are
It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it
You, nore nobody is gonna hit as hard as life
But it ain't about how hard you hit
It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Let me change pace, the alternate route is a long one
But you'll ultimately end up in the same place
So I tell aspiring artists "think beyond greater"
I know some niggas with platinum plaques and bronze paper
But better living should be earned, never fed or giving
So I traded my recognition instead for a vision
They always told me that I'd end up dead or in prison
Who ever thought that same dude getting head while he whipping
At the chick would hang up on, give em' the dial tone
Now buying wild homes, straight cash without loans
I always managed to do better when his doubts shown
I'll teach you how to turn them diamonds into milestones
Class is in session, and look who's come to tutor
They passing the fake off as real like Brian Pumpers jeweler
Where I'm from niggas with fear getting slumped by shooters
But my equal to dumping rugers is being done by computers
I'm getting bread, every verse like the lotto
Give them substance but they treat every word like it's a hollow
My niggas off parole I'm tryna give them something pure to follow
Cause he ain't have a pot to piss in, just a urine bottle
I come from where so many people where raised with neglect
Cops trying to meet they quote, thirsty to make an arrest
All my wrong doings did, was put my faith to a test
Which made me much stronger, guess my mistakes were correct
[Sample: Rocky]
Now if you know what you're worth, go out and get what you're worth
But you gotta be willing to take the hit
Not pointing fingers saying you're not where you wanna because of him or her or anybody
Cowards do that and that ain't you
[Jae Millz]
Ayo Millz break the block down from A to Z
I can supply you with work lil' nigga, I'm like the Temp. Agency
I'm in the kitchen wood chilled with the feet broke
Soft white got the table lookin' like a ski slope
Fuck "goin out" me and my money elope
And most niggaz rap about money but they be broke
My man went to Moorehouse and had a strong flow
So I had him pitchin' in Atlanta like John Smoltz
Makin' money make the world go round
A stack'll make a nigga girl go down, clown
Patron and Grey Goose'll get the bitch loose
And after the crew I'll have her lickin' on the 'sis too
We gettin' money where I'm from nigga
You gettin' tired of your chick tell her pack her shit (I'll come and get her)
I'll put her on to some shit and get her grind right
Get her mind right fatten the ass and get her spine tight
I'm the flyest, most niggaz want a deal with Nike
I'm like dumb nigga I'm tryna buy it
I need percentages I don't care who the hottest
Lil' nigga I think +BIG+ like Christopher Wallace
And I (and I) won't stop till my grand kids' grand kids sittin on dollars
And I ain't even a father, nigga
Call me your majesty, I'm young black and fly
When it come to dough I got a Jewish mentality
Lil' fuck niggaz still tryna battle me
I go in they mouth like I'm the dentist lookin' for cavaties
I don't know why your mans hyped you with that battery
I'll hit your whole team with caps and I don't mean salaries, nigga
I already got dough now I'm chasin the power
I'm the statue stand tall cuz I'm replacin' the Towers
And these niggaz washed up now they faces is sour
Mad cuz they broke and lonely and I'm makin them dollars
With enough divas to spread out to ten cities
I can throw assists all night like I'm M. Bibby
Harlem got a fuckin' reason to front now
Uptown, let's go we got a reason to stunt now
I told Joey and Stack shit ain't in tact
Captains lost our city now we gotta get it back
Nigga, you can take it how you wanna
But ain't nothin impress me for the last three summers
I don't give a fuck how disrespected you may feel
Nigga see me when you see me
It's whateva, it's Jae Millz mufucker
[Stack Bundles]
Nigga the crew feel better when well rounded (chea)
Still rounded (chea), dress square but a nigga well rounded
Grounded like I came home late on my curfew
And proved I was better than most niggaz my first two (what)
Lil' years in the mixtape league
Now it's biddin' war time I got a Bloomburg league
So the hood's overwhelmed (why)
They know it's the voice of the hustler whenever they hear son up at the Helm
Son give'em hell like "damn, he on the advocate"
The fans fiendin' for it they got the addict itch
That's the bundles put it all in your nose
These niggaz is lil' me's, hear it all in their flows
Ho's, that's a topic you don't even wanna touch on
I face fuck the ones you couldn't touch on
Hand brushed on see the denim know what these bout
The Antiques, Red Munkey's, or Vi's out
Yall bring the V's out I can even splurge
GT's wasn't me so I'm leanin' towards the Spurs
Leanin' towards the furs a lil' more to my nature
Mink coyote, fox all in the nature
I get it in blocks I'm the Semour Cakester
I give it on the arm you can get it from me
Cuz if prices was any cheaper y'all be sellin' it for free
Paid 2-3 sell it for 2-2-5
McDonald's is makin more for profit on super size
I spit the truth inside niggaz wrote the fake shit
These niggaz practicin' snitchin' y'all on some jake shit
Millz spoke on it, I agree with him
Can't even spar with niggaz what's the reason for a gym
Ain't hot even to even work up a sweat
I been fire since Wu days with The Perfect Cassette
So when you mention my name these niggaz get offended
No chain on just a five star pendant
General of that Riot so Squadddd Up
Feelin' real prestigious hoppin' out that Porsche truck
I'm on top of my game and still climbin'
They not fuckin' with him can't even peel the hymen
[Joe Budden]
It's the nigga with the mask on that will yack dude for jewels
Aint gotta say it, that dudes the truth
make me put that tool to use
these niggaz will be in the game shakin like Mahmoud Abdul Rauf/
Not turrets, gotta rep, my team to the end
Lambos to ferraris to the beamers to the benz
If I blam it'll kill, never ran never will
only thing that bleed on me is these jeans on my timbs
Hat low its not a weak link in my squad
I'm LL In Too Deep, I'm thinkin I'm God
As far as rappers I'm thinkin theyre frauds
call 'em all rubix cubes cause I really used to think they was hard
For once trust me you don't wanna start problems
the pound will make you Eddie Curry wit a heart problem
So if you on the block wit only a few grams man
then you a bird nigga, Tucan Sam
And any beat ima air that, rappers just gotta wear that
Fox Brown should be the only one that can't hear that
Hit you in the spine or the belly, gun on me
I ain't Sticky Fingaz, I ain't leave mine in the telly, smell me?
Thank god he ain't fuckin wit that red line
cuz i'll merk any nigga that disrespect mine
If it wasnt fed time, or lock up or rec time, dude 'll be a daily news headline
You ain't the best, what memo got sent?
if you got dogs what kennel they in?
So if you wanna get fresh like a mentos mint
then it'll tempt those men, wit clips longer than Leno's chin
Aint no type guts wit you
you terrel owens them niggaz that wear eagles they don't even wanna fucc wit you
Me fam? I was pimpin weed dirt, back when niggaz used to rock Simpsons t-shirts
I'll give it to any nigga, I mean any nigga
big man or skinny nigga, dare a dude tempt me nigga
auto or semi nigga, dump it till it's empty nigga
they don't even want you in New York, you like Penny nigga
Check the time it's around that hour
lil niggaz they ain't around that powder
They ain't super or luigi or Mario, ain't found that power
plus they couldn't spit fire if they found that flower
Cowards, know the toys bust loco
they tryin to dap my hand like the Boy's Club logo
And yea that 5 slide and clock
im the million dollar baby, but I won't die tryin to box
Dont want a piece of the cake, I won't the pie and all
I don't believe 'em when they say they be supplying the raw
You don't move white you lyin dogg
that's a neverending story without the white flying dog
These dudes is broke don't know the feeling of bread
they in dept, tampon niggaz still in the red
And the fans keep askin if ya man stopped beefin
[Intro: Joe Budden]
Welcome to the 40/40!
There's an age limit and dress a code.
No 80 year old rappers...
And no muhfucking... wallet chains and tight pants and colorful fucking shirts!
And don't come naked though, hahahahah!
[Royce Da 5'9":]
That motherfucking beef ain't new to us! (whoooo!) Get off my computer nuts
Before I go Freddie Foxx from the Flavor Unit bus!
Plus, you know my La Costra Nostra
I stretch a nigga out like he Rosa Acosta!
Nope, you blew it! — I'm a boxer I could mop a lame
"Oh, Let's Do It"! I hit you with the Waka Flocka (Flame!)
I don't need backing, so there's no need for Shady (uh-huh!)
There's no need for police, your homies, your lady! (HOE!)
We can lace them up, Paperview, however you wanna do
And then donate all the proceeds to Haiti! (whooo!)
Your man's major!
I keep a hitman with me that done took more people than Fantasia! [gunshots] (uhh!)
I'm bonkers, I'm cuckoo! I'm beyond gonzo (cuckooooooooooooooooooooooo!)
The rocket launcher is like part of my ensemble! (hahaha!)
On top of that — I got niggas in Boston who got my back
And later on assist me like Rajon Rondo! (whoo!)
So fuck peace!
The day I quit beefin'be the same day I grow a hangnail on my buttcheek!
My momma got fangs, my daddy got ducks feet!
I was genetically predisposed to fuck freaks!
I'm like my nigga Joe B.!
I ain't worry about the win as long as I get the girl in the end! (girl in the end!) (Hoe!)
Y'all niggas be dead, if looks could kill
My money taller than y'all; y'all spending Bushwick Bills,
And y'all ghetto! (and y'all ghetto!) - Squeezing — you weak when I spark metal (whoo!)
You leaking, therefore you're squeaking to falsetto!
My shit is nothing like you heard before
Get it, right? My shit is knocking like our words be doors!
We can fight! (hahaha!) — That's right, put your dukes up
And let you fist pump - like you on the Jersey Shore! (Jersey Shore!)
Paranoia is my normal activity, I ghost you!
Have you seeing "Paranormal Activity"? I roast you!
When he rhyming (whoooo!) off the pa-tron! - You might wanna keep trying!
He will burn you like Penny's mama offa Good Times!
I fly and shit! - But grounded like the Gaza Strip!
But let's be honest, I'm surrounded by a thousand tits!
I claimed the town before I give you lames the crown
You'll get it soon as Snoop gains a pound,
Hahaha! - We too vicious, plus we got pits in the back an'
"Dirty Money" like them two bitches Puffy jacked! (Whooooooo-Aaaahhhhhhhhhh!)
[Joe Budden:]
Livin' off interest! - Stock exchange!
But I'm watchin lames whos interest is wallet chains!
What part of the game is this - bunch of dicks in the studio
So I take mine elsewhere, I'm Rick Rubio!
Homie make sure you speak to me sober
One in the head - heat in holster don't care if you cross
Country! (yeah!) - I'm there before the weekend's over
And you'll be (YOU'LL BE!) swingin' at the air - no Wii controller!
But I don't care to speak on chrome
Hard to not live a movie when you got theater seats at home!
No wonder she wanna chill, seat back with her friends
She seen when I dump boo I let her keep that Benz!
Dick got 'em actin' like they on a relapse binge!
Start kickin' my door down like I don't need that hinge!
The realest to ever do it, he a must in the game (game!)
If you don't get the picture then readjust the frame! (Talk to 'em!)
It's simple mathematics, Einstein!
Learnt to walk a fine line off that battle shit, it's grind time! (grind time!)
Rap for hire! Call me if help is needed!
I got this whole shit covered - Darrelle Revis! (AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!)
So if you lookin for me,
I'm relaxing with a bird on Hell's Kitchen, asking for dessert! ('ey, 'ey!)
So when I'm recordin' dummies become nonimportant
They think the Book of Eli was written by Tom Coughlin!
I ain't with the trash talkin', that's distortion! (that's distortion!)
Mass extortion! - All of your raps is appallin! (Nigga!)
Want see me dead?
I'll invite 'em to the funeral and they can keep the stains off my glass coffin! (Glass coffin!)
Yep it's Joe, irregular flow!
If your ones ain't Gayle King right next to a "O"!
It's not a thing, just lie! Be the next to blow
I don't need a private jet, just a window seat, exit row!
And if I decide to peel arms - I'm interrupting
With no pardon! - I ain't Mike Wilbon!
From day one, he just speak his mind
Cause looseleafs don't come with subtitles, can't read between the lines!
But think anybody on your TV be
In your top of elite three, then see see me!
5th gear! - We kickin' up dust mothafucka! (DUST MOTHAFUCKA!)
We only competin' with us mothafucka! (FLOCKA!)
[Outro: Joe Budden]
Hope everybody had a good time out there!
Huh?
The...
No entry allowed if you got the fake diamonds on neither!
You can fool the bitches, you can't fool us!
The light hit it different!
Make sure there's fucking laces in your shoes too!
Not all the funny shit with the straps!
We ain't 5, aight?
And bring a notebook!
Learn something nigga!
Huh?
You fuck of a fuck nigga you!
Hehh!
You a un-fuckable fuck nigga, man!
Who's your fucking hair stylist?
Hehehehe!
Hey!
Don't talk to me if you got a hair stylist!
Better have a barber!
Nigga!
Hehe!
Happy new year!
We only exuding positive energy!
Slaughterhouse!
One more thing... check it!
[Computer typing]
[Intro over Chorus:]
See, me? I'm talkin' bout somethin called... somethin' I like to call "it"
Ain't really got a name fro it
Only certain niggas suffer from this shit
Talkin' bout niggas that got like, niggas that got like a 6th sense
Sometimes you see shit that ain't there
Sometimes you hear shit ain't no body said nothin'
Sometimes you think you somewhere and you really somewhere totally different
It's almost like you hallucinating
But you sober, you ain't high. No drugs and nothin' like that
Sometimes you can BE high. Talkin' bout like, some paranoia or some shit
[Chorus:]
Four walls, they surround me. Loneliness has found me
I'm waiting for you to return. Open the door, walk right on in
Darling let's start all over again
Look. I don't give a fuck again
Thoughts in my head, lookin' like a nigga stuck with them
Wishing it abruptly ends. But God woke him up again
Everything is seeming so unfair. So unclear
Tryin' to reach out no one's there
Four walls tell em go run where no one cares
Screamin' this too shall pass
Ridin' on fumes without gas, bills pilin' up without cash
Tryna maintain and outlast
Pray for me, keep tellin' niggas patiently wait for me
Keep tellin haters wait and see, I'm really tryna fill a vacancy
Been a long time it's taking me. Muhhfuckas keep mistakin' me
Mistakenly, cagin' me. Niggas never had no faith in me
Just a few pennies from dead
I got no identity left, victim of idenity theft
Problems never knew, it's revenue. Keep blamin' em it's never you
Keep tellin' baby girl I'm gonna leave and never do
Cause even when a nigga needs space, When you lookin' for a little leeway
Somebody puts it on replay, it's like it gets louder with each day
Pray
[Chorus:]
Four walls, they surround me. Loneliness has found me
I'm waiting for you to return. Open the door, walk right on in
Darling let's start all over again
Look, look. I'm tryna keep it formal now. But the pressure's on him now
I'll go ahead and warn you now, I'm tryna come across as normal now
All my life, I've been called insane. Looked at as if I'm strange
Can't tame em. Can't blame em for lookin' at me as if I can't change
With that said still I'm a rise. Though I keep it still in lies
Go ahead reveal your disguise, maybe that'll kill the surprise
Sometimes I feel deprived. Startin' when the guilt arrives
I noticed that the hills have eyes. When you on a heels of demise
And your man's on a ledge. Niggas tamperin' with my head
Hangin' head in the Phantom. Phantom's in my head
Can't escape, figured I'd be a candidate
I ain't gotta upper-hand to date. Can't be fate
Must think that I can handle weight. See, I'm thinkin of mansions, lakes
I was thinkin' Mandalay. Thinkin' I'd expand my stay
That's just the chance I'll take
Bow to my knees so the crowd appease, put em in the mouth of the beast
Crazy they didn't make him out to be
I'm just tryin' to make it out at least. Please
[Refrain]
[Outro over Chorus]
See what I'm talkin bout, they ain't really got terms for shit I'm talkin 'bout
I know they just diagnosed me with this shit. Like a, like a early age or shit
I don't mean four walls literally, nothin' like that
Four walls, I'm talkin' bout...
Ain't no windows. Ain't no sunlight. Ain't even a door
No locks, no nothing. Ain't gettin' outta that shit
You just try and get stuck
I'm talkin' bout four walls in ya head baby
I know a nigga like me
I been talkin' about a niggle like me for a long time
Fucked up out here
Can't even escape
[Joe Budden]
Thug changes
Now we were once two n-ggas of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
Sorta, honestly Ill never guessed you were a hoarder
And all that would manifest cause of what we both thought of her
So im like "how could you get mad of what she thought of me"
I found out seasons don't only change quarterly
Cuz you got bended, it was real fickle
With me saying "girls are a dime a dozen" knew a n-gga with a nickel
I guess nobody told him that gossip and slander is not the answer
Wish I'da known that she woulda flipped out of propaganda
Ice in my veins, some people are less skilled
And he brought me up on charges when his ego got killed
When my friends in doubt, they learned a valuable lesson bout
In 30 years I ain't reckon how to reconcile
What hurts more? The act of getting cut off
Or realizing that your 2 cents wasn't worth
[Joe Budden - Verse 2]
Check it, nothing could help somebody switch up more then thirst can
I seen the ill effect that fame can have first hand
And I to blame for the person that you became
When you're already on that path its so hard for me to explain
Look, some indicate that im watching who I never met
I see some things happening now that you would never let
Fewer in your right mind, were you showing me the right person at the right time
Or were you trying to make it easy? didn't really please you to please me
Did that make you change everything about you to appease me?
My prides in shambles, wondering why and when did you decide to gamble
Or are you competing with Mya Campbell
When did that become suitable?
How could you make something so ugly out of what was once beautiful
Next time beauty's headed towards me I plan to dodge
Until I see its not just being used as a camouflage
[Joe Budden - Verse 3]
Only reason I continue to antagonize
just my way of bringing truth into a pack of lies
Reveals peoples true colors, moves a bad disguise
Even though its something I predicted I just act surprised
That way an arm never jinx on me
Drunk mouse, sober tongue homie drinks on me
That way im protected, yall got no choice but to respect it
Seen too many come and go to be affected
And how is it not expected
Im hip to what its bound to be
And then relations combined, they weigh a pound to me
And so the bullshit, make sure its tasteful when its done
There's a man
runnin hot
And there's a night train
I know he's going to stick it out
Ri-ide that crazy white horse
He's a man
He's a big in paradise
But it might get blown into the winds tonight
Seems life's a record stuck
And that it couldn't make it off
He's a cool hand luke,
he's jimmy cross slippery slope
He's just possessed and crazy
Thank you for nothing baby
All those dreams are going up in smoke
I say, hey Floyd! You got your mind in a mess again
hey Floyd! You gotta learn how to break the chain
-=- Reggae Instrumental -=-
Ohh. Yeeah.
There's a night train, to your heartbreak - get on.
it's the big time, that been driving you on
note my blue sky, hanging over, your head
So whatcha gonna do Floyd? I've got to knooow..
I got to know what you're going to dooo yeah
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do Floyd? (do floyd)
I got to know. I've got to know what you're going to do.
There's a night train, to your hearth break, get on.
It's the big time that has been driving you on, and on,.
Note my blue sky, hanging over your head. (know my blue skies hanging over you, youuu)
(come on floyd!)
Shoot em up and shoot em down.
Cut down that spot of freedom
Kick it, Stick it, do it what you can.
Got me the pissys-fit,
Get rid of all that shit
Floyd, can't forget, you're a man
I said, hey Floyd you got yo mind in a mess again
hey Floyd, you got the time on your hands to mend
-=- Piano Instrumental -=-
Come on Floyd!
Gotta learn to break that chain now baby.
Hey Floyd, gotta learn to break that chain now baby.
Get off that shotgun ride
I know how much you tried
To blow the high priest of paid away (?)
Your no extravaganza
Do the play in the dirty dancer
Hell man! they even know your name
Hey Floyd, you got yo mind in a mess again
Hey Floyd, you gotta learn how to break the chain
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now,
I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now
Like the World's interrupting my song with an interlude
Can't you try and see I'm trying to balance out my chemical
Finishing up what you ain't even begin to do
When your backs against the ropes it's either him or you
You ain't so important that my words are meant for you
When did everybody become so sensual
Caught up in the he say she say,
Blog sites, him and her broke up
World star, Nah right
Dumb fans, they believe everything that y'all write
Found out friends fake couldn't even facade right
Pressures on, won't fail
Nigga got too much to prove
Would have been, lost it, but I got too much to lose
Say what you want about Joe but I stood my ground
Bitch, I get it up myself you just put it down
They say I put my whole on display to my dismay
Stop it you carryin on without logic
Let me tell you this about Joe
I only say you what I want you to hear
You only see what I want to show
Crushing up the percaset
Chasing the high tally
I couldn't make this shit up if I tried
The forecast shows a downpour
Ya'll just made God cry praying for my downfall
This the shit I'm talking bout right here, let me tell you niggas something
You can be anything in this World that you want, except for my downfall.
Check this...
[Verse 2:]
I'm a victim of society
Circumstance or just feelings
Was a nigga victimised or just willing
No blinds, no bags, just dealing
No foundation or floor plan, just building
Check it, nights dark but the day's dark
Covered in tattoo's but hate art
These egg shell's I walk on are razor sharp
Staring at the finish line looking for a way to start
I've been called everything, an extremist
Is that a bad thing or what they really mean is
Anything a nigga do, a nigga mean it
And I won't let a person place a thing come between it
An opportunist is how they paint me
But if the nigga only knock once can you blame me
Still I feel like my problems are great
Shit if I don; t ever solve em I'm straight
Look on the bright side, God chose me to put a lot on my plate
So he had to figure I wouldn't be bothered by the weight
I'm trying to change the pattern but it's on loop
Even an outcast in my own group
What's it mean when everybody standing next to you
Expects of you everything that comes with a spectacle
If everywhere I go I just leave behind residue
Tell me, trust me, I won't think nothing less of you
[Chorus:]
I'm sorry I ain't around more
Come up with me or stay on the ground floor
I don't need shelter from the downpour
Y'all could be whatever you want, just not my downfall
They tryna make me slow, tryna take me, NO!
Can't be my downfall
They tryna knock my grind
I won't stop, I'm fine
Can't be my downfall
[Verse 3:]
No moment of clarity
The next fight showing is a rarity
The rarity of me against my growing popularity
Rappers won't rap, I'm forced to believe they scared of me
But can no longer use the scape goat they no longer aware of me
So y'all can go and throw your little pot shots
Some dudes dissed me and temporarily got hot
I'm getting my head right recollecting
Y'all looking for some website resurrection
Being that I got too much to lose
Or maybe a slight chance that a nigga guilty
Of all that I'm accused
No longer amused
Affecting my loved ones
Now they starting to bruise
And I don't want no parts of that abuse
Wouldn't wish it upon my worst foe a day in my shoes
That'll just eliminate any excuse
And why entertain em
Old me would'a lost my sense's
Y'all just helping the new me regain em
Been punched int he face,
It was either feed my family
Or hunt with a .38
And I didn't want brunch to wait
I've outgrown hip hop
It's turned into a day care
So next time some shit is on my mind, it'll stay there
I'm staring at the man in the mirror
But it ain't helping see the man any clearer
So I get MIA from around y'all
Till God stops answering these prayers for my downfall
[Chorus]
[Verse 4:]
Tell me what am I to do
If I ain't have a soul a nigga always had you
Pardon Duke but I gotta speak candidly
How the Fuck could you abandon me
With 5 years of blood sweat and tears
But there was obviously a disconnect
We turned that into a disrespect
Says she been holding it inside for years she's unhappy
So the girl I wanna marry was afraid to come and tell me
So I went away on tour
And you went on one of your own
While you was on the horn all day with old boy
Did you ever think about what it would do to your home
What's his name, where's he live
What is it he offers? what's he got to give?
And I love you so much that when I caught onto your fibs
I hit you like a man, you wore it in your ribs
I was heated but had to be strong enough to remove the infidelity
And see what's underneath it
Come to find out you felt lied to and cheated
Mistreated and kept it a big secret
Or are you just loose
And I'm so naive I'm tryna give you an excuse
Now that I refuse to believe
We life partners, only want her I would never ever come and try and part us
Can't use anything I ever gave you to bury me
You supposed to be the one that bury me
You want to leave than goodbye
Think the grass look greener on the other side
But it's dyed[? ]
[Styles P:]
Dark forces, get on the level
Cause you might see an iced out cross on the Devil
Illuminati and Masons, what are we facing?
See you at the crossroad, that's Vacation
Shit is like Fright Night, get you a Night Light
Two blunts, Zeitgeist, remind me it's Christ like
Now niggas wanna look like women
Tight pants, costume jewels
I guess their CEO might bend 'em
God bless Pac, but they ain't got thug like feelings
God bless Big, but they don't know the every day struggle
I keep it thorough, everywhere I'm bubbling, you bubble gum
Chew you up, spit you out, nigga, cause I'm troublesome
And if they lyrical then what the fuck am I?
The maker of miracles, every couple of lines
Parallel lines in my soul in my mind
Make the jewels unfold every time of the rhyme
Use respect, and I'm spectacular
Audio fucking up your cardiovascular
Lyrically spit shit, flip like a spatula
Married to the game, and you just a bachelor
SP and the Mouse in this bitch
And I want it quiet as a mouse in this bitch
Burn you in your car and your house is the shit
Don't ever say you hard if I ain't bout for the shit
[Pusha T:]
It's like a never ending story, I'm here for my glory
The engines too loud, these haters can't ignore me
Feeling like a legend, anyone that came before me
Drug dealer, posing all this mother fuckin' jewelry
Came from the crack house, back room, black out
Smoke hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out
No plan B, it was nothin' else to map out
So we throw stones while we living in this glass house
It's been a minute so they ask where the fire went
My kitchen clean, but I still got the Pilot lit
Made a fortune outta fumes, my Mcguiver shit
Reality TV, before Survivor bitch
Yuuuck, put our lives on display
Who's thinkin bout tomorrow we ain't promised today
This rap game fickle, we ain't promised to play
The last of the greats, pay homage to me
[Joe Budden:]
If my past had a encore, it be like a onslaught
A lot of niggas died, it's too many to mourn for
I'm thinkin bout my youth, us as little kids
Am I wrong for having thoughts Bishop Eddie would long for?
I got decade old wounds that are still bleeding
That chapter of my life is closed, yet y'all still read it
Straight face on, pretending to feel decent
Casket shopping for a loved one that is still breathing
Swear that shit got in the way of Summer
Avoiding calendars, since all your days were numbered
Laid out in the bed, can barely sit up
Those were your last breaths, I was mistaking for hiccups
Y'all don't get the picture, when your medicine is liquor
I'm talkin phone ringing, being too afraid to pick up
I know you in a better place and that joy is felt
I learned when death calls it won't leave a voice mail
You would be proud, I'm due to be caked up
Wanna make your dreams come true? Gotta wake up
Groupie niggas I don't see how you deal with it
Broke and starving, but clinging to your Meal Ticket
Broke hustlers debate that trash
Back and forth to they vacant stash
Still in all I know a few that'll make that cash
Quick flip, even Rex Ryan ain't lose the weight that fast
Y'all should treat me like royalty
Last of a dying breed that puts money and power behind loyalty
Careful, that bitch shit'll rub off
Me, I'd rather die with my balls than have to live with 'em cut off
Long winded, be patient enough to hear 'em
I'll give you the jewels if you brave enough to wear 'em
But know before you swallow it up
[Intro: Young Chris]
Yeah... uh, C. West
We do this, Joe Budden
Yeah, young Chris, what, what?
Yeah, uh
[Young Chris:]
To the heart of North Philadelph, pour my spirit and flesh
Give me the crown, watch me wear it the best, I ain't hearin the rest
Long gone, dancin with bigger fish here
Fish scale advances for glitter wristwear
Ch-chea, motherfucker this year Chris here
Homie the strong's so vital, survival of the fits here
Ain't shit sweet y'all, life about a bitch yeah
Say I drive her crazy though I ride that hoe fifth gear
Talk so much poverty cause I live here
Talk facility cause my family's doin a bid there
You ain't rappin or ballin, we got our hustle out
That's what a thug about, anything to get the fuck up out
The ghetto, dodge the devil, prolong my demise
Got a green sticky lah baby, 365
[Joe Budden:]
Hold up, a nigga went from lukewarm to hot
Scratch that, from coldest winter to hell's kitchen
Aside from predictable shots and shells spittin
Wouldn'ta even known it cause nothin felt different
E'rything dope in this game ain't on the radio
That proofs me, check the dames and the ratio
Brain like fellatio, I mean it used to be cane like Horatio
Fuck you, pay me though
Look for him, style in whatever I put on
Come from where you give a wrong look and you would look wrong
Broads off the hook for him
But I treat 'em like Subway, I give 'em 5 dollars and a FOOT long
Young niggaz take your vitamins
Your 28-inch rims higher than watchin me admirin
JUMP OFF e'rything that they aspirin to be
But the bullshit gets tiresome to me
See, only one concern, gettin my bread right
Hate to see you lose your "Life" over a website
I'll feel "Sorry"
Y'all'll only know what I show why Chris Brown and Rihanna that real story
Off puttin words together like "Scrabble"
Build your "Monopoly", they just gon' attack you
Can't "Pictionary" it, they gon' think it's "Taboo"
When you get more, they can't "Connect" the "Four"
[Outro: Joe Budden]
Dawg... geah, Joey, Chris
you can always count on me
[joe budden - verse 1]
i got no time to be wasteful, treat my time like it's rare
i appalled at the fact that you think i got it to spare
i got so many folk, pulling me every which where
they bombard me problems, niggas think that i care
they be clogging my air
but i just dismiss it
they say i'm unfair, they depend on me to fix it
they say i don't give back, they say that i'm evil
help yourself please before you expect me too
i got so many hoes, that vie for attention
i aint saying no names, they would die for a mention
they love my sense of humour, they say i'm a clown
they say i can be insensitive but they stay around
and it's normally a model, nigga, shocked that i got 'em
but way before the deal, was never a problem
y'all judging it wrong, you think this what i offer
but it's all in the mind, more about what i taught her
solo maintenance, no victoria secrets
all i ask is that they make the bed when they leave it
we can be in the pj, could be at the clearview
you talk to the pilot from your seat, can hear you
some niggas got beef with me
but i'm an adult so it's not i'm afraid
it's that i know the results
and the song never changes
sung from the pulpit
my time is important i got enough of the bullshit
[chorus]
i don't wanna waste your time
i got so much i could be doing with mine
why would i waste your time
you handle your shit, i handle mine
that way it's all good
it's all, it's all, it's all good
it's all good
that way it's all good
it's all, it's all, it's all good
it's all good
[joe budden - verse 2]
i can show you a mansion show you some cars
it speaks in volumes that i'm showing you bars
the money means nothing you make it you lose it
some niggas stay broke and just make up excuses
i could be out the country hiding under the bucket
shop when i land, i aint checking no luggage
bet i give it my all, i can give you a quarter
but even in that i can give you slaughter
i can be at the jeweller, can be at the theatre
can be at the strip club or can be with the realtor
i can wanna relax and vacay with dude
i can be anywhere that means away from you
from the kid on the block, selling dope
now i'm in vip behind a velvet rope
i tap shawty on the shoulder, tell her to go
she say she depressed, i'm helping her cope
i can take her to gucci, can take her to mike korrs
if you had the world what would you strive for?
it's a gift and a curse
everything is a drawback
i could be in grey-house but nigga i'm off that
it's the size of your heart when your facing a wall
are you afraid of heights or afraid of the fall?
the song never changes, sung from the pulpit
time is important, enough of the bullshit
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
They say the World's coming to an end, homie I don't care
Bullet proof in my closet that I don't wear
Niggas talk behind my back as if I won't hear
Back against the ropes like I won't dare
Bitch I don't tear
I know too many niggas facin' 25 to life
I know too many ain't make to 25 in life
Too many look up to me, I'm who they idolise
No soap opera I ain't your guiding light
Worry bout my car and the kit, wattup Michael Knight
I bared my all, you would think I'm bout to die tonight
I'm tryna not to get stuck, lifestyle of a Trojan
It mean I'm tryna not to get fucked, wattup!
[Hook:]
World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
I'll be in the front row when it all implodes
(I don't have to tel you thinks are bad)
(Everybody knows things are bad. it's a depression)
I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
I'm a have a blast with it, when it all implodes
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
They say the World's coming to an end
I find it funny cause mine is just beginning
Mind is full of women, mines like a rollarcoaster
But I slow up the ride
Then they feel sick to they stomach
But all they could throw up is pride
You talking bout a recession that I cordially ignore
Fuck a dollar if you morally poor
R R R all of your gonna see is royalty?
Nevermind income, spoil me with loyalty
It's too many fake niggas not enough real
There's too many emcee's, not enough deals
Too many broke, when there's too many bills
Too many ways to attain wealth, fuck the poor economy
Blame yourself
Guess we can't all leave the hood just rapping
And say society is twisted like it just happened
Nigga, I call bogusness so if you fucked up
Probably cause you just noticed it
[Hook:]
World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
I'll be in the front row when it all implodes
I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
I'm a have a blast with it, when it all implodes
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
They say the World's coming to an end
Now everybody got a complaint
Everybody tryna live like they some kind of saint
Only nigga not tryna be something I ain't
That ain't the picture I paint
And if I did it'd be?
Life's a bitch, I'm fully ready to meet her
I'll be in my best fit, I'm a have the fresh caesar
Since I'm eager, be in the room, dusting off the heater
Have a fully loaded forty pointed at her when I meet her
? gunpoint, bitch don't tempt me
Force her eyes open, looking vacant, empty
No wonder that they shower me with hatred and envy
I've picked the wrong nigga could'ntmake it against me
Fuck ya healthcare, health scare
Even though I'm well aware
Counting down til I pull the trigger, like hell yeah
I be the last time you impose
Legs crossed with my cig lit
Now watch it all implode!
[Hook:]
World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
I'll be in the front row when it all implodes
I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
Come along, co-co-come, come along
But I don't trust niggas so make sure you come alone
I hand picked you you think sensibly
They friends with you don't need them to be friends with me
Come along I'm gonna take you to some spots that you might like
But bring shades you gonna need them for the bright lights
Grab a drink and invite dykes that like Vic's
We always end up fighting cause that's my vice
Come along, co-co-come, come along
And you'll see how it feels when you're sitting on the throne
When you're so much better but they act like it ain't known
So if somebody else is on it's a temporarily loan
Hard to compete when there ain't no competition
If everybody's the best why I feel like the comp missing
Forced to find inspiration when I never had to
So I go against myself it's a better battle
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Turn up the volume on a favorite song
We got so much in common
Except when it comes to rhyming
She feel like lyrics are so intrusive
I feel about her the way she feels about music
Shes cute
She don't like the words, she just like the beat
And I'm thinking me too BIOTCH
(Let It Breathe)
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Can't we dim the lights let me get in my zone
Come along, co-co-come, Come along
But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone
(Let It Breathe)
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
And watch these niggas that's doing it all wrong
Throwback swag, nigga still doing rims
Still doing throwbacks, you still doin Timbs?
Looking for a way to save, you ain't earning no cake
Move back in with moms she won't turn you away
Then you all on the blogs showing off on CL
When it's followed by a K gotta know it's a mistake
Benefit of the doubt homie, if that ain't your daughters car
I suggest you stop rapping about a automar
Cause in return I'm just going to call a fraud
Every time I hear a bar about the balla you are
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
She gonna prolly drop her draws if she step into my home
She probably going to be on cock
It's Big enough to get lost in without Jack or John Locke
On the water like an island thinking' she on the dock
So she puttin in work so I'm thinking she on the clock
Slow down baby what you trying to prove?
When you live like me it's funny what one night can do
(Let It Breathe)
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Can't we dim the lights let me get in my zone
Come along, co-co-come, Come along
But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone
(Let It Breathe)
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Is you niggas out your mind?
Is it hard to recognize when you out your prime?
Maybe they can't imagine living life without that shine
Walk around Hollywood like you're so in demand
But when label stop acting nigga so do the fans
Nigga you ain't a superstar, no allure bout you
And when you talk about me, it says more about you
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Wonder why I ain't around niggas changing tone that's the way it looks
But they really think whatever they say behind my back will manage to stay put
We know the same people, go the same places
From the same hood, can only be so evasive
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
When you're from where I'm from you're going to prolly meet the chrome
It ain't just me, it's like that where we all from
Thought some of them niggas just do it out of boredom
Some just preppin for the day they see a war come
Hanging in the wrong place if you never saw one
Come Along, co-co-come, Come Along
I don't know who you done dealt with in the past
Better be self sufficient ma you don't get a pass
Cause your thighs are thick and you got a little ass
You lookin for a suga daddy then go for it
Twenty something years old with nothing to show for it
Talkin' bout she was raised different
Well get your own pockets bitch so was I
Come along, co-co-come, Come along
I don't call them verses, they similar to poems
Similar to scriptures
Similar to pictures
You can stick to rap what we doing is much bigger
(Let It Breathe)
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Can't we dim the lights let me get in my zone
Come along, co-co-come, Come along
But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone
You are now listening to The Growth (haha)
Let me talk to them...
[Verse 1:]
See I was always looking for an out
Knew what I ain't want to be about
Ain't want to fall victim to the trials
'Street Dreams' like Fab, but not dreams like that
Cuz even his is better than the dreams I've had
They say you are where you're from, maybe to some
But I won't let a nigga label me slum and make me succumb
If I'm a grown ass man with no job, no money, that would make me a bum
It's not o.k. with me none
It's what they called me, I hated that y'all
Wasn't a 'College Dropout,' at least Kanye made it that far
Sixth grade parted ways, like later with that y'all
I was bought up with it, wasn't no paper in that, naw
Pulled a few capers, that came to a stop
When I realized that ain't no bigger gang than the cops
Break tail, I can rebel and blast a shot
Cuz jail's a revolving door, but the caskets not (ya herd)
[Chorus: Musiq Soulchild]
Cuz everyday, of my life (yea)
I've tried so hard to get right (talk to them)
But nothing seems to matter when you
Got so much comming at you (oh)
In this world they say, just be strong
But it ain't easy when you hurt so long
And it's a shame
Nothings changed no matter how far you go
In this cold cold world...
[Verse 2:]
O.k., now we got little brothers that wanna deal on the strip (cold, cold world)
Or we got little sisters that feel they gotta strip
Swinging on the pole have us feening over tits
And a lot of us horny niggas, we ain't even gonna tip
BUT! Nothings wrong with it at all, I respect it
But we always take something short term and try to stretch it
Breads gonna G a lot of niggas when they learn it fast
Money comes fast and it leaves a lot quicker
Nigga, we in a place that's to every extreme
And a place where niggas die over the pettiest things
And it seems to been deterrent shit
Cuz we don't carry guns to kill now, niggas carry burners to live
So, God it's me a-gain, our father who art in Heaven
Hollow be thy name, pray them hollows never hit my frame
Everyday I'm around it
Everyday I'm surrounded
Everyday I try to say grounded in this cold, cold world
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
We living in a place where niggas tooling each other
Where the President and terrorists are cool with each other
Sending millions in the war make us do it with each other
Hit Bin Laden on his cell like 'I got them making fools of each other'
Got us in a hold, pigeon
Why I can't talk to niggas, that's just so indignant
People are so ignorant
Till a wise man sat me down, like 'Joe listen'
You can't 'conversate' with a nigga with no diction
And I don't watch the news (nah)
I don't wanna hear about another kidnapped and another kid clapped
And moms killing her seed, got another kid trapped
In the car gasping like, ah
So you clowns can run around with your pounds and your war stories
But I ain't choose to be hood, shit was forced on me
It's not what I endorse homey
Cuz I know that's where they wanna keep us, stop us from being leaders (you know)
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
Alright breathe, let's talk for a minute, ain't gotta be nieve
As much as we agrue, for real he might leave
In your mind your sayin ya dude slackin
But how we going from being soulmates to you packin
Or me leaving, me creepin, us beefin
Going weeks without speakin for no reason
How you going to ignore me, or get a little jealous
Anytime a girl call me, makin up ya own stories
I been with you for years, supposed to die together
If I risk you for one night, I would hide it better
Now heres something you should think about
You snatch numbers out my phone just to call bitches I don't even think bout
And the madness all started with a cute crush
You won't think it all started with a tooth brush
Told you I would walk out ya life and never look back
You miss took that so fuck it let's bring the hook back
Why scream and why yell,
If someones going where I want to b, like darnell
But that don't mean I can't go out with a friend calamari and some cocktails
You puttin a curfew on a nigga but it's not jail
Spaz anytime the aol says you got mail
He the club you think I'm out being
But nothing tempting me, sleepin with the enemy
Agrue with yrself baby I ain't got the energy
You wanna fight about the dishes, the dog, your workplace, the cable
My friends, yr parents, myspace isnt faithful
Two things cheatin will do
Tell me we ain't meant to be or make me just appreciate you
I'm a b fine, just need some me time
Not us or we time, since we can't rewind
You fightin throwing shit at me
I ain't scrapin with you, fuck around the lose
[Verse 1:]
Same characters but the show's different,
Just listen, it feels like the soul been missing
I remember copping that compact disc just to take off the wrapping
It was more then rapping
Read credits, till every name's embedded
One day, I'm a be just like them, bet it!
One day, I'm a come and lace the team with their favorite things
When I grace the screen, coasting!
I mean, it's nothing like what I was hoping
No emotion, we just going through the motions
I used to watch the videos just to see the new shit
Wanted to see it first, I thought I'd be exclusive
Remember getting hyped off my first casio
Suped up writing my first verse, it was ass though
Acappella, no beat and a bad flow
Damn I miss the good ol' days, when we had soul!
[Hook:]
When we had soul!
[Beat rides]
[Verse 2:]
I remember each day putting my favorite song on replay
But my tape deck would always eat tapes
I'd put my finger in the middle trying to fix it
Just for the shit to end up sounding twisted
Pressing clothes before school, I was matching
Liked the girl in class, got mad when she was absent
Wasn't a baller and I ain't have no game,
So what could I do besides ignore her?
(OR!) My first fight with no brothers to get
I remember being scared as shit and he had all this lip
And I ain't have hands not a bit, just knew that I ain't wanna get hit
So staring at the clock, I ain't trying to see 3 o'clock hit
But I never found the back door,
(Him) He ended up with a tapped jaw
(As for me) I ended up with that bad broad
Damn, I miss the good ol' days, I wish we had more
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Maybe I'm feeling like a kid today
I mean, I used to want to have a house party watching House Party, Kid & Play
I had the low tops kicks and the fade
I remember my first piece of ass from a hot chick
Surprised she gave it to me, was shocked I got it
Ol' girl image of me was all ruined
Had to be thinking "the fuck's this boy doing? "
So hard I flirted just to be all nervous
Wish she could see me now, I'm so perverted!
I tell her "I'm so glad I found you. Are you ready for round two?
Or can I mount you? "
And Ol pic's I used to look like a clown dude,
When I had know idea what I'd amount to
A nigga used to be outta control
Man, I miss the good ol' days, when we used to have soul!
[DJ On Point:] The name of this shit right here is called Stained
[Sample- Staind: Outside]
I'm on the outside and I'm looking in
I can see through you, see your true colours
Inside you're ugly, ugly like me
I can see through you, see through the real you
[Joe Budden:]
Lemme talk to them real quick
It's, it's, it's what? It's that On Top music
Niggaz said the only cat I cared about is myself
When shit's thick, don't nobody's whereabouts but myself
When you're faced with it all and your back's against the wall
You'll be listenin' but all you hear about is yourself
Tell me what you supposed to do when yourself ain't reliable
You're lookin' in the mirror but yourself ain't desirable
Need another nigga besides yourself on the side of you
Can't listen to yourself, all he do is lie to you
Now tell me who's supposed to have your best intrest
When shit ain't lookin' up, you start havin' less intrest
Tryin' to leave the hood but the slugs keep commin'
Keep chasin' the buck but the buck keep runnin'
I don't trust nobody, I don't love nobody
I don't fuck with nobody but me, I can't lose
No moves'll be funny and I never let myself down
How so? I don't expect too much from me
[Sample]
I'm everything the hip hop critics try and _
Got no problem bringin' out the shit hip hop hides
So I do the club shit for the blind, they can't see
You write some substance and sometimes they can't read
Needle in the haystack, hidden jewel the most
So fly, down to earth, he's so cool to most
A regular hood nigga with he's two the most
And he's so smart, he's stupid. Still a fool to most
Tell me how could somebody so sane, be so off
So normal, he's not. It's so strange, he's so lost
And you're lookin' for someone to blame, there's no fault
Now you're feelin' all this pain, there's no source
Eyes open, I can't blink right now, I can't think right now
Bartender, I need a drink right now
Pen movin' but there's not enough ink right now
Not a ship you can't sink right now
[Sample]
T-shirt filthy nigga, eyes lookin' like a guilty nigga
Beard look like he's a Philly nigga
Fistball like somebody tryna steal me nigga
I pour my heart out on wax, you gotta feel me nigga
And no over the counter that can heal me nigga
Gun cocked like there's some nigga tryna kill me nigga
And try whatever it is you tryna deal me nigga
'Lest they got some new shit that might grill me nigga
I pull out like break me off, peel me nigga
The games short like I owe you, bill me nigga
Unless you're a thick bitch that might appeal to me nigga
Naw don't beat me down, don't drill me nigga
I'm like really nigga, I'm too I'll to these niggaz
How long you think this games gonna conceal me nigga
Even if I don't scan a few milly my nigga
I fell and I got up and I'm still me nigga
[Talking:]
You niggaz couldn't fuck the broads I choose
Couldn't push the rides that I cruise, niggaz couldn't tie my shoes
I've been all around the world
You niggaz ain't men, y'all are girls, niggaz couldn't bench what I curl
Shouldn't be a question about your favorite rapper
And my label got me questioning my favorite rapper
So I, broke hard, one man gang, no squad
No Cialis needed to go hard, listen
It's not rappin, I'm spittin bout everythin that happened
In a few bars, twenty five years get packed in
No regrets til my days up
Can't be Pat Ewing lookin back on that lay-up
When you hood like me, you pull up in that Taurus
Still turnin down pussy, you get too many offers
My guards up, too many crossed us
Nowadays, not enough chiefs and it's too many bosses
I'm forreal wit it
Everybody can't be a boss man
Everybody can't have weight
Somebody gotta have bags
Everybody can't have a brick, somebody gotta have an O around here somewhere!
Man lets just be forreal about it
As if y'all needed to be reminded
I don't look for trouble, I just help a nigga find it
A & R feel like everybody the one
I walk around feelin like everybody my son, one
Shorty feelin the God, I can't blame her
And kicked down the door and came through like Kramer (word)
Now find a nigga better than that
I walked out the movie "Source" and started settin my trap
And I don't yap about how I move wit all the guns
Like a hustlers dance, can't do that where I'm from, son
Talk to me, if it's about a buck, heavy cream
On my Eric Bana shit, fuck everythin!
They thought I would go astray, but I won't
David Banner may have time to play, but I don't
Cause I spit the cane wit ease
And I can't just freeze not until this whole game's febreezed
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
Ain't no other girl quite like my type
Hair did, highlights is a highlight, thighs right
No need for a side slide
I might, make her my wife
Though she rendezvous with the night life
Got her home what's the splurging for?
Don't compliment her cause she heard em all
Who am I to kick the same ol' plain game furthermore
Lames made it so play, they don't work no more
And that's
Difficult with the way he real
Dead the new generation with my 80s feel
Be the one that can make me chill
Prototype
I don't even think they make em in the way she built
We can bring the sun up in the new york sky
If I talk fly on the walkby
Leave at halftime
2 with these seats sittin courtside, itll be that
You might even bring chivalry back
Talk 2 em
[Hook: Emanny]
Watchin you
Watchin me
Next to you
On top of me
[? ]
I can see
There's no competition
Competition
Competition
Baby there's just ain't no competition
Won't talk about them other broads they don't ever compare
You look mean but I never be scared
We can be surround by water with the wind in our hair
Though you dated ballplayers you ain't never been
(there is no competition)
Bet you ain't never pay general admission
I think she got the body of a hood stripper
Pay the check when it come, and a good tipper
Case you ain't never fuck with a good nigga
Bar in the living room full of good liquor
You been off with world, would figga
By a bunch of guys that just wanna good dick ya
Magnify ya life, make you look bigger
Just tell me if it's somethin that you could picture
If you ain't been anywhere that you wan' book trips to
That just mean that right dude ain't never stood with ya
[Hook]
We can put the top back
Have the seat drop back
Me touchin you there
You screamin 'stop that'
Watch that
I slow down
Than I speed up
You got em gettin [? ] just to keep up
She don't need a surgeon in the world
She'll put a hurtin on the world
I'll make it my buisness
There's nothin more urgent in the world
Paper long so you never have a burden in this world
So while them other girls scream where the papes at?
I'm still trynna figure at where her waist at
Local to global, fuckin with a mogul
Finish prada, I ain't even gotta mold ya
She'll take the patron straight no chaser
I ain't gotta stalk her I ain't gotta go chase her
She the franchise far from a role player
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
[Hook x2]
WOOAH (WOOAH)
Wooah that girl
Shhh (Shht shht)
I wanna Woouuf you girl
[Chorus]
Oooh that girl, she's on the scene
She be my gangsta
She be my Lean
Oooh that girl, she's in the crowd
I see her looking, she wanna get down
[Verse 1]
Let's jump off, where there's no sleep for days
Regular Joe's on the creep again
If you 'bout it then prove that girl
Show me you know how to that girl
Like who's that girl taking over me, I'm the all as if that don't make her notice me
I don't Curr- 'bout her man, I don't Curr- if she faithfull
I only came out to see what I can Fanai-go
She got boots, Highlights she very use to
Lipgloss, Fragrance smelling like Cherry Nu-Gla
Everything that she rock she look fine in it
When she relaxing, baby is air clining it
I got it bad for diva, I holla back
But if she holla back, is proud as her Rep
Now, can we get it, poppin', Boo
Cuz you watching me, but I'm watching you
[Chorus]
Oooh that girl, she's on the scene
She be my gangsta
She be my Lean
Oooh that girl, she's in the crowd
I see her looking, she wanna get down
[Verse 2]
Now things look a little more lively
I'm starting to think she really likes me
Her body is starting to hipnotize me
I'm 'bout to forget I got a wifey
Look how she clings to me, I'm picturing her doing bad things to me
Like up all ya is going down
Oh, Oh yo she's going down
But for real, for real, on the really real
You ain't got to go yet, don't be silly could chill
Hope later on if she feeling me still, I'm like "What's really good, What's really the deal"
If you looking for that perfect man to hold you down ma
Then *sip* this nigga, slow it down ma
But holla if you need a ride back boo
Or just for the record, know that I'm that Nucca
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Are you the type to give it up when you sleep with the rest
Or the type that like this and say it's deeper than sex
I know, You got a 2-way I need that contact
Let's hit the dace floor I need that contact
Ma, I got big plans for us
She's a freak, she's skandalous
Cuz the blue jeans I see Vicky Inprints
We can puff off like Nikki Infrants
Cuz I like how you do that, damn
Pretty lady gone do that dance
I got my fresh Nike's, Full pockets, and a crisp white Tee
Understand I'm feeling good 'bout me
By now, who's that, my side, all night
And no I'm not drunk, but I'm high off life
I tried to talk, but she ate me, dude
Cuz she big on me, like I'm big on... (Big on...)
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
[Intro: Killa BH - talking]
Uh oh!
It's that time again
It's been too long
It's family reunion
We got to school y'all to the game (IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
You know what let's talk to 'em (HUH?)
Let's go (IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
[Talking behind Killa BH: Joe Budden]
Mic check, mic check
Check, one two, one two
[Talking: DJ On Point]
Y'all already know what time it is (y'all already know what time it is)
Family reunion (family reunion)
Ransom (Ransom), Hitchcock (Hitchcock), Fab (Fab), let's go
[Talking behind DJ On Point: Joe Budden]
The wolves is out niggaz, uh
Get 'em boy
[Verse 1: Ransom]
Ain't nobody tryin to rap or play me
I'll be at they crib with a couple hammers and a black old AV
Black gonna pay me, still get the smack off Baisley
Cause I'm touchin more diesel than Shaq old lady
Boy, you did it, I done it, I get it, I punish
The shit that I come with'll separate a riff from a stomach
I'm the boss, when I spit it, you love it
Matter fact, I'm a Viking, I need a whole village to plumage
Yeah, the nigga is here, the city is scared
You got the throne? Then I think I need to sit in your chair
We could really get physical here
And the sky's the limit nigga, I put your whole clique in the air
Baby, so quit playin, 'fore the clips spray 'em
And have his MIA like Nick Saban
His whole shit caved in, my whole clique cavemen
Hard bodied nigga, my whole shit pavement
You can't spit if you dead in the ground
In the woods, where your head'll be found
And it's good that you gettin it now, in the precinct confessin it now
I can't fuck with the rest of you clowns, faggot
[Verse 2: Hitchcock]
High in the silence before the storm
Lincoln Park, the Audubon
Slang rock on the same block that the water on
I be more than gone, run and get your order form
Next time I record a song, gon' put my daughter on
Cause she realer than most niggaz
I tote triggers, for you broke niggaz and gold diggers with no figures
That why I palm the heater, for all you non-believers
I'm on your ass like white on Rice, I'm Condoleezza
Better con the preacher, you tryin to get on a feature
Better get your casket bastard (why?), I'm gon' eat ya
We ain't in the same weight class
Your fake ass, couldn't stop a nigga with brake pads
I'm way past, anything that you ever did
I'm better kid and we never sweat a bid
It's easy to get a cig
In the bing, I'm like Ving Rhames, I bring pain
I sling 'caine off the wing like I'm King James
Y'all doubtin who?
When I spit the whole lead, they be callin Code Red, like Mountain Dew
'Fore I count to two, you could get your back blown (OH!)
Cause your chemic's out of minutes like a TracFone (NIGGA!)
Get back homes, I'm back on my shit
I don't mingle, I'm like Pringles, stackin my chips
Clappin my fifth, you the 'test me type'
Comin out with a "Blade" to get Wesley Snipes
So the cops could arrest me, right? It's not happenin
You ain't ever gonna get on, so stop rappin
(H20) comin this summer, so stop askin
All heat like Wall Street, it stop crashin
Now the Feds want to read his rights
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ, I got passion
I'm black and all my niggaz gettin this 'feti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags and (what? OH!)
[Chorus: Joe Budden - w/ ad libs]
So whatever you tryin to do little niggaz (niggaz), I already done (done)
And since you want to live by it little nigga (nigga), then die by the gun (gun)
See whatever you tryin to do little nigga, I've already done (done)
So how the fuck you gon' win little nigga (nigga), I've already won (won)
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Like we always do it, d-d-damn
Yes (yes), let's go (yes), uh huh
Aiyyo, money is the root of all evil I thought
But when I'm broke is usually when I have the evilest thoughts
That's when the arms come out, like sleeves when it's short
With more bullets than your favorite wide receiver has caught
And that Randy Mossberg, ya Steve Smith & Wesson ya
The shoes pop up like Instant Messenger
You've got mail, naw nigga you got shells
And my Mac, you can't use for iChat
I've got that, confused that with live flat
And my gat is on leg like thigh tat
I that nigga, who you dudes
Some broke niggaz who tryin to get some youtube views
So 'less you want a point blank, boy you're too close
Bail's in pocket, this is Lawyer Lou Los
I'm pretty sure more hotties seen me in that four door ridey
Double pipes like a sawed off shotty, nigga
(IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
I flow sickly, ridin, bumpin old Biggie
Roll with me or lose weight, Nicole Richie
Fuck plat, if I don't reach diamond vein
I treat a nigga's face like the old Simon game
Figured out why men try us
Cause we OD on rims and then tires, for that we Len Bias
All it takes is a punch
He ain't brave, he a punk
I'll put his family in boxes, meet the Brady Bunch
How y'all feel yourselves?
Should kill yourselves, us Cowboys don't need you, you Bill Parcells
And you ain't got to empty your pockets when the K's out
Whatever you holdin is mine, we my PayPal
See I don't get how this guy is a threat
I make his life inept for a pie to the neck
Ride or die, if you both nigga, ride to the death
I a cappella the whole left side of his vest
Not retirin, still got that pension pendin
Tryin to pop the hood and see the engine missin
Double barrelled shotgun, have your men get missin
She got pretty brown eyes and she in mint condition
Oh the cig in the car, you diss en moi
Take the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit
Tell a bird like it is, you promise the broad
I one line her (you), you Isiah Thomas the broad
I could send a clique cartridge at a nemesis target
And catch a ROR on some Jena 6 charges (naw)
Naw, I'll put this thing away
I don't even need a whole hairdo to flip 'em, all it take is one finger wave
Been in the bing for days, show you how I'm real
Come home to the truck with the Optimus Prime grill
Handed out crack, got the scene poppin off
They not sleepin on 'em, the fiends is noddin off
For real, tell me how you a thug and you Superman? (nigga)
I just seen you in the club doin the Superman (nigga)
A bunch of clowns homes
All I need in this world is the pound chrome, Huxtable brown stone
Major paper (I mean), cake by the layers
If these dudes is live, I'm the Creative Player
They callin 'em 'Kings' when they so so hot
Something's wrong with that picture, must be Photoshop
I don't promote violence, but when sparkin the flame - BLAM
Arms start wavin like the Carlton Banks dance
When them tools go pop, it move whole blocks
Come around with your dog and get Cooljo shot
These MC's is lame, I try to be an MC with brains
These niggaz is MC Brains
Bein nice, rappers is far from bein nice
I'm on the rooftop recordin, niggaz is bein sniped
It's like
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Outro: DJ On Point - talking - w/ Killa BH ad libs in background]
Shout to the whole BSC (whole BSC)
Shout to my nigga Dru Cartier
SlimeBugz, DJ Sunkiss
The Don (The Don), Dre Bless (Dre Bless)
DJ Baby Dru (DJ Baby Dru)
Yeah!
What's up bitch!
Joey!
Slaughterhouse!
Check me out now!
Look psychotic it's what they call you ignore you going by my logic
That a law will secure you looking through my optics
Lead and steel put pillow in front of me I pop it
Tried to stop it but couldn't look at my eye sockets
My God it makes me skyrocket
Rules to ever do what you can believe that shit and I shot it
And if you couldn't tell I'm on my own time
Prisoner of my own mind problem is I don't mind
Niggas asking what I deem as suc-cess
Life's a bitch I'm just looking up her dress I can give a fuck less
All of a sudden they see me on Joe Budden t.v. and I'm going national
But they judge me and that's a broken gavel
Shock-ing to me how quickly niggas will go and bash you
Never had withdrawals pitfalls that coke and hash do
Never stood in place while everyone was going past you
Keep your opinion to yourself nigga no one asked you
Get used to me far from what I used to be
Provided still throw you a side if you not that used to me
Self-destructive I love it anything that abuses me amuses me
I just hope the whole world excuses me
Hip-Hop got him under all types of scrutiny
I think that the shit scared niggas into noose to me
Wholeheartedly don't want no part of what's a part of me
Moving lithogically so I dare a nigga to spar with me
What I inspire to be never inspired me
Big fan of karma catch twenty-two's eyeing me
Y'all don't understand the types of demons that's inside of me
Rebel with a cause if I do it it's un-defiantly
Raised looking for the machine aiming the ruger
Old so I don't fuck with the youngins I ain't a cougar
Say a prayer for the losers aware of intruders
Everybody around me like the head on Medusa
And so it's time to make a move exit
Rubber-band covering the bruise left wrist
Faith in the man I can't prove exist
I really got nothing to lose but a death wish
I ain't worried about jewels and a necklace
Me I live life shrewd reckless
Nigga I ignore the rules and the message
Walk away from the shit smooth with a peck kiss mwahh
Y'all ain't hearing me no fear in me
Only nigga brave enough to conspire against a conspiracy
Y'all want to be sick get it in Mariah marry me
But minus any streaks not a peak going to be clear as me
Joey!
Yeah!
It's, It's!
A message!
What's up!
They don't understand him though!
Y'all will get it, some things just take time!
Somethings take longer than others, that's what she said!
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
[Hook:]
We could do what we wanna, it's an all night bash
Put the pedal to the metal and crash
Here anything goes (goes, goes)
Anything goes (goes)
We could party how we wanna, get drunk with hoes
Strip poker til we run out of clothes
Here anything goes (goes, goes)
Anything goes (goes)
[Verse 1:]
Welcome to my world where anything goes
Here you can ball out of control
While you here, you can flourish
You can shop, cop more shit
Like never mind a car note, a mortgage
Here, there's no such thing as a hoopty
We can fuck tonight, niggas won't call you a groupie
Bumping Stevie Wonder - Do I Do, with bad bitches
I guess I got a 2 live crew
And they all carry Mossburgs
See we ain't new kids on the block, you can leave that shit for Donnie Wahlberg
The world is mine, I ain't got a care living
I'm gifted, I watch sounds and hear visions
At one call I can have you disappear missing
Rearrange your features until you appear different
But nah, nobody gon die tonight, that's a restriction
When you doing this much living
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Welcome to my world where anything goes
So you could cry all you want to, lie all you want to
You can get high, puff lye all you want to
As long as you don't hold that shit hostage
We all V.I.P., open bar mami
Got fake breasts, no bra, no regard,
She cool with the menage that takes place when you act like TMZ
Nigga, I just shoot for the stars
I'm so "fuck it", I board the plane looking low budget
No carry on, no luggage
Low bucket, I'm headed to the south side
Baby is free base, she wanna join the mile high
Fellatio expert, that means mouth-wide
That shit be feeling better then from formaldehyde
But nah, we don't need to dust right now in our rotation
It's just gon fuck up our celebration
Ya heard!
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Welcome to my world where anything goes
So you can stack up, invest, live off the interest
Get ya money right, play the couch which ya hand on ya balls
Welcome the Al Bundy life
Home on bed rest, waiting on my next check
I'm just plotting my next step and my next breath
If you don't do that in excess
It's really no point, like TV's in the backseats head-rest
Some niggas get spiteful or angry
Some niggas are prideful and it pains me
Our brain speed ain't at the same speed
So I ain't mad, don't blame y'all, I blame me
Put a wall in my path, I'm just gonna knock it down or go through it
Before you try to knock that down, go through it
Look I can give a fuck about opinions, like 'em or love 'em
I never change up, if you don't like 'em then fuck 'em
Cause I was brought up sayin' sticks and stones
Only let you know about whoever's doin' the throwin'
Dudes is far from what they pretend to be though
I done fired a few shots and got plenty of gold
Nah, if it ain't love, let's begin to be foes
Cause now my minds kind of off, I'm like Emily Rose
When I seen my first man get murdered
I took a little strike from the game like a Transit worker
Won't keep pushin' cats to get paid
And be a grown ass man with no acalade's
And know the truth hurts I can't fabricate
So nothings made up, just the facts I say
My son 'bout to have a brother
It's a different father, same mother, if it ain't one thing it's another
Sometimes this rap thing seems so easy
Til you home lookin' at that TV
Pissed you havin' a fit, changin' it FUCK MTV
Cause you starin' at them, thinkin' that should BE ME
The game and myself is like Jessica and Nick, 'bout to leave
The folks thought we'd never ever split
Try to work through it all that we done for eachother
Both talented but one is too dumb for the other
Let it go to its boiling point
Til it felt like one long episode of Boiling Points
But all I gots this mic and this booth while I'm in it
I figure might aswell tell the truth while I'm in it
Latifa said enjoy my youth while I'm in it
I told her I do but the proofs still tinted
I'm like an old man when no friends or family
Tryin' to cleanse whatever's left of his 'sanity
It's no happy dude here
I'm mad at the world while I'm wishing y'all Happy New Year
It's only fair somebody had one
New Year's for me always be like my last one
New year, same girl, she the same soldier
Think it's all good, probably cause I told her
But I got some resentment, shit that I ain't over
I don't trust baby girl far as I can throw her
Rightfully or wrongly she's gettin' quick sized
I'm on the horn askin' chicks for their tit-size
Face smilin' and there's tears in the kid's eyes
Hidin' it from hoes, by talkin' about my dick size
In the hood with the best of 'em
I'm still hood, just not hood like the rest of 'em
Where's the answer
Don't ask for a cig', I'm so self-centered I won't even share this cancer
Look to the sky
Talk to an invisible man and hope one day my prayers get answered
This shit gets hard with every pull from this cig' or cigar
More like what every lick from the gutiar
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
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- Ordinary Love Shit, Part 1 & 2
- Hello Expectations
- Unthinkable
- Russian Roulette
- Hate Me
- Inception
- Downfall
- R.I.P.
- Keep On
- Money on Me
- Short Summer
- No Competition
- Somethin to Ride To
- Hood 2
- Times Are Hard
- One Night Fuck
- Things You Do
- Better Off Without You
- Dear Angie
- Dreamerz (feat. Emanny)
- Time Flies
- Realestate
- The Hard Part
- When It All Implodes
- Downfall
- Spring Training
- Intro (Pray for Me)
- Aftermath
- Role Reversal
- Come Along
- Mop Salad (skit)
- Sober Up (feat. Crooked I)
- Dessert 4 Thought (feat. Styles P, Pusha T)
- 1,000 Faces
- Inseparable
- The Shoes (skit) (feat. Killa Bh)
- Remember the Titans (feat. Fabolous, Lloyd Banks & Royce da 5" 9")
- Welcome to Real Life
- No Idea
- Black Cloud
- Follow Your Lead
- Stuck in the Moment
- If All Else Fails
- Now I Lay
- The Future (feat. The Game)
- If I Gotta Go
- Don't Make Me
- Blood on the Wall
- In My Sleep
- Exxxes
- I Couldn't Help It
- Adrenaline
- Happy Holidays (feat. Emanny)
- Do Tell
- Angel in My Life
- Pray for Me
- Dear Diary
- Hiatus
- Family Reunion (feat. Fabulous, Ransom & Hitchcock)
- Get No Younger (feat. Ezo)
- Un4given
- All of Me (feat. Emanny)
- Long Way to Go (feat. Mr. Probz)
- Thou Shall Not Fall
- Ventilation
- Warfare (feat. Joell Ortiz)
- Roll Call
- Secrets (feat. Emanny)
- Send Him Our Love
- Star Inside Me (feat. Suzzy Q)
- Still in My Hood
- 4 Walls
- Hiatus
- Ventilation
- Talk To Em
- Warfare (feat. Joell Ortiz)
- Invisible Man (feat. Emanny)
- Dear Diary
- Get No Younger (feat. Ezo)
- Star Inside of Me (feat. Suzy Q)
- Killa BH (skit)
- Send Him Our Love
- Family Reunion (feat. Ransom, Hitchcock, & Fabolous)
- 5th Gear
- Roll Call
- Secrets
- All of Me (feat. Emanny)
- Foldger's Brother
- I'm Serious (Long Way to Go) (feat. Mr. Probz)
- Thou Shall Not Fall
- Still My Hood
- Intro
- Are You in That Mood Yet?
- Old School Mouse
- Killa B.H., Part 1 (skit)
- 6 Minutes of Death (feat. Jae Millz & Stack Bundles)
- So Serious
- Get It Poppin'
- The Future
- If I Die Tomorrow
- Young Niggas
- Phone Sex (interlude)
- World Takeover
- Dumb Out
- Killa B.H., Part 2 (skit)
- Ghetto America Snippet
- What's Up (feat. Newz & A-Team)
- 40 Licks
- For a Reason
- Three Sides to a Story
- Stained
- Intro
- I'm a Hustla
- Gangsta Party (feat. Nate Dogg)
- Roc 4 Life (feat. Joe & Raekwon)
- Run N.J.
- All Aboard
- Jinglin Baby
- Show Me Freestyle
- Roll Ya Backyard
- Skit (Speaks on His Life)
- Round the Way Girl
- I Try
- Tipsy Freestyle (feat. Stack Bundles)
- All Love
- Don't Lie Ma
- Skit (Speaks About Jay-Z)
- Pump It Up Freestyle (feat. Jay-Z)
- Skit (Speaks About Jay-Z, Parts 2)
- Pump It Up Freestyle
- Classic Freestyle, Part 1
- Classic Freestyle, Part 2
- From Jersey
- Baby Girl
- Gangsta Lean
- For the Streets
- Classic Freestyle, Part 3
- Jump Off
- Skit (Talks About Beef)
- What's Good
- Big Shot (G-Unit Diss)
- Some Niggaz (feat. Paul Cain & Fabolous)
- Heaven or Hell
- Flatline Remix (feat. State Property)
- Through & Through (feat. Kobe)
- Pusha Man
- Sacred
- 6 Minutes
- Sing for the Moment Freestyle
- Walk With Me
- When Thugs Cry
- Survivor
- Stand Up Nucca
- The Art of War Freestyle
- Calm Down
- What's Good
- Allure
- 10 Minutes
- Whatever It Takes (Clinton Sparks remix)
- I Want You Back
- Freestyle (feat. Stack Bundles & A-Team)
- Joe Budden, a-Team & Stack Bundles Freestyle
- Cut 2nite
- Oh My God (feat. Fabolous & Paul Cain)
- Through the Wire
- Find a Way
- Bullshit Rappers & Metaphors
- Fight Muzik
- The Pump
- Where I'm From
- Def Jam Diss
- Only Girl
- Sing for the Moment
- So Lonely
- Last Real Nigga Alive
- The Truth
- Freestyle
- This Is For
- Rest in Peace
- Walk With Me
- Heaven or Hell
- Intro
- On My Grind
- Overkill (feat. Heartbreak)
- Check Me Out
- Sidetracked
- Slaughterhouse (feat. Joell Ortiz, Nino Bless, Crooked I, & Royce Da 5' 9")
- Under the Sun
- The Soul
- Anything Goes
- Go to Hell
- Just to Be Different
- Touch & Go
- Roll Call (remix)
- Intro
- I'm Back
- Sound Bwoy Bureill
- David Banner (interlude)
- It's Whatever
- Nobody (feat. Stack Bundles)
- Interlude
- Mic Check 1, 2
- We Got This Locked
- Memphis Bleek (interlude)
- So Seductive
- Broken Language (feat. Stack Bundles)
- I Shine
- Interlude
- I Run New Jerz
- Make Her Feel Good (remix) (feat. Teairra Mari)
- Holla Back (remix)
- Gangsta Party (feat. Nate Dogg)
- So Long Goodbye
- Velvet Rope (feat. Janet Jackson)
- Nothing to Me
- 12 O'Clock (feat. Marques Houston)
- True Stories
- Pump It Up
- Watch What You Say
- What the Word, Part 2
- Face Off 2003
- Haters
- Ignition Remix
- It's a Wrap
- Dear Angela
- Thugs Cry
- Load the Clips
- NBA
- Growth
- I Wish, Part 2
- Focus****
- U Got It Bad (remix)
- Drop Drop
- Fabolous (remix)
- Romeo & Juliet
- Intro
- #1
- Pump It Up
- Pusha Man
- U Ain't Gotta Go Home
- Walk With Me
- She Wanna KNow
- Survivor
- Fire
- Ma Ma Ma
- Calm Down
- Focus
- Give Me Reason
- Stand Up Nucca
- 10 Mins
- Real Life In Rap
- Porno Star
- Mack Bitch Freestyle
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Joe Budden - NBA ft. Wiz Khalifa, French Montana
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:07
- Updated: 14 May 2013
Music video by Joe Budden performing NBA. 2013 Entertainment One U.S., LP.
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Music video by Joe Budden performing NBA. 2013 Entertainment One U.S., LP.
She Don't Put It Down
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- Duration: 4:15
- Updated: 14 May 2013
Music video by Joe Budden performing She Don't Put It Down. 2013 Entertainment One U.S., LP.
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Music video by Joe Budden performing She Don't Put It Down. 2013 Entertainment One U.S., LP.
- published: 06 Feb 2013
- views: 2249573
- author: JoeBuddenVEVO
Joe Budden- Castles [OFFICIAL MV] [HD]
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:43
- Updated: 11 May 2013
By Any Means clothing featured in the video available on Karmaloop.com: http://www.karmaloop.com/Browse.htm#VendorId=11520&Pgroup;=1 By Any Means and Karmaloo...
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- published: 19 Mar 2013
- views: 207730
- author: KarmaloopTV
Charlamagne: Cons & Budden Fight is Corny
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 9:36
- Updated: 12 May 2013
http://www.vladtv.com/ - Charlamagne Tha God shares his thoughts on Consequence and Joe Budden's altercation at the "Love & Hip Hop" reunion show, saying tha...
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http://www.vladtv.com/ - Charlamagne Tha God shares his thoughts on Consequence and Joe Budden's altercation at the "Love & Hip Hop" reunion show, saying tha...
- published: 02 Apr 2013
- views: 200169
- author: djvlad
AWKWARD! Joe Budden Confronts Consequence and Hot 97 Catches it on Camera
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:28
- Updated: 08 May 2013
Check out what went down in our Hot97 Studios with Consequence & Joe Budden between our interviews with them. Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://...
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Check out what went down in our Hot97 Studios with Consequence & Joe Budden between our interviews with them. Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://...
- published: 05 Feb 2013
- views: 549701
- author: HOT97NY
Joe Budden Speaks on Tahiry's Mental Issues to Ciph & Rosenberg
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 10:43
- Updated: 01 May 2013
The title says it all. TURN UP!! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HOT97OFFICIAL.
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The title says it all. TURN UP!! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HOT97OFFICIAL.
- published: 05 Feb 2013
- views: 96266
- author: HOT97NY
Interview With Joe Budden [LHHNY] At The Breakfast Club Power 105.1
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 15:35
- Updated: 12 May 2013
SUBSCRIBE: http://www.youtube.com/user/1051BreakfastClub Twitter: @cthagod Twitter: @angelayee Twitter: @djenvy Twitter: @Power1051 Twitter: @BreakfastClubAM...
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- published: 08 Jan 2013
- views: 151172
- author: 1051BreakfastClub
Royce da 5'9" Speaks on Joe Budden and Consequence Beef
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:23
- Updated: 12 May 2013
Royce Da 5'9 checks in to C.O.B. Radio alongside fellow Slaughterhouse member and host Crooked I. The Detroit bred rapper sits down and discusses his thought...
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Royce Da 5'9 checks in to C.O.B. Radio alongside fellow Slaughterhouse member and host Crooked I. The Detroit bred rapper sits down and discusses his thought...
- published: 20 Mar 2013
- author: skeetvonair
Winter Ramos Swept Up in Joe Budden/Consequence Fight
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 8:22
- Updated: 04 May 2013
http://www.vladtv.com/ - "Love & Hip Hop" co-star Winter Ramos details Joe Budden and Consequence's fight from her point of view, which went down during the ...
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http://www.vladtv.com/ - "Love & Hip Hop" co-star Winter Ramos details Joe Budden and Consequence's fight from her point of view, which went down during the ...
- published: 14 Mar 2013
- views: 64292
- author: djvlad
Joe Budden talks about Love & Hip Hop, Raqi Thunda Comments, Drug use & More!!!
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 12:47
- Updated: 03 May 2013
Joe Budden talks about Love & Hip Hop, Raqi Thunda Comments, Drug use & More!!! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Facebook: ht...
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Joe Budden talks about Love & Hip Hop, Raqi Thunda Comments, Drug use & More!!! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Facebook: ht...
- published: 07 Jan 2013
- views: 88751
- author: HOT97NY
Rashidah Ali Talks Tahiry & Joe Budden's Situation
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:06
- Updated: 07 May 2013
http://www.vladtv.com/ - "Love & Hip Hop NY" co-star Rashidah Ali opens up about her close friendship with Tahiry and how she's supported her through her rel...
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http://www.vladtv.com/ - "Love & Hip Hop NY" co-star Rashidah Ali opens up about her close friendship with Tahiry and how she's supported her through her rel...
- published: 27 Mar 2013
- views: 17717
- author: djvlad
Love & Hip Hop Winter Ramos explains what went down with Joe Budden & Consequence!
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 8:23
- Updated: 04 May 2013
Winter Ramos explains what went down with Joe Budden & Consequence! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Facebook: https://www.fa...
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Winter Ramos explains what went down with Joe Budden & Consequence! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Facebook: https://www.fa...
- published: 13 Mar 2013
- views: 39667
- author: HOT97NY
Sneak Peek: Inside Joe Budden's Sneaker Closet
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:36
- Updated: 10 May 2013
Today marks the second installment of our new series called Sneak Peek. In case you missed it, Spurs forward Stephen Jackson invited us to his home to get a ...
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Today marks the second installment of our new series called Sneak Peek. In case you missed it, Spurs forward Stephen Jackson invited us to his home to get a ...
- published: 15 Nov 2012
- views: 312851
- author: nicekicks
IFWT: Kaylin Garcia Talks Joe Budden, Future Plans & More With Marisa Mendez
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 6:05
- Updated: 04 May 2013
Kaylin Garcia from the hit show "Love And Hip Hop" sits and discusses Joe Budden and future plans with Marisa Mendez from www.InFlexWeTrust.com Shot/Edited B...
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Kaylin Garcia from the hit show "Love And Hip Hop" sits and discusses Joe Budden and future plans with Marisa Mendez from www.InFlexWeTrust.com Shot/Edited B...
- published: 18 Mar 2013
- views: 30094
- author: JoeGreenFilms
Is Tahiry still in Love with Joe Budden- Full interview
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 14:00
- Updated: 07 May 2013
What really happened with Tahiry & J.R Smith & Fabolous & Joe Budden and did Ebro have a chance? Find out on Cipha, Rosenberg & KFoxx Hot97tv: http://www.hot...
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What really happened with Tahiry & J.R Smith & Fabolous & Joe Budden and did Ebro have a chance? Find out on Cipha, Rosenberg & KFoxx Hot97tv: http://www.hot...
- published: 08 Jan 2013
- views: 78824
- author: HOT97NY
Raekwon Opens Up About Joe Budden Beef
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- Duration: 9:43
- Updated: 14 May 2013
http://www.vladtv.com/ - Legendary New York rapper Raekwon explains the story behind his beef with Joe Budden, revealing what started it and where they stand...
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http://www.vladtv.com/ - Legendary New York rapper Raekwon explains the story behind his beef with Joe Budden, revealing what started it and where they stand...
- published: 05 Feb 2013
- author: djvlad
Footage Of Consequence Punching Joe Budden @ Prt 2 Of The Reunion Show
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- Duration: 6:53
- Updated: 11 May 2013
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- published: 17 Apr 2013
- views: 7166
- author: Mavado GullyGod
Joe Budden Talks Confronting Consequence
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- Duration: 3:10
- Updated: 06 May 2013
Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Joe Budden for an exclusive interview! Watch part 1 where he talks about being on the new season of Wild '...
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Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Joe Budden for an exclusive interview! Watch part 1 where he talks about being on the new season of Wild '...
- published: 03 Mar 2013
- views: 83452
- author: Thisis50Interviews
Joe Budden on Wild 'N Out; Talks Molly, Not Rapping on Tahiry's Devil Song
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:06
- Updated: 07 May 2013
Watch part 2 now where he talks about confronting Consequence http://youtu.be/goPD4MCtMr4 Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Joe Budden for a...
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Watch part 2 now where he talks about confronting Consequence http://youtu.be/goPD4MCtMr4 Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Joe Budden for a...
- published: 01 Mar 2013
- views: 84701
- author: Thisis50Interviews
Joe Budden Speaks on Drug Addiction, Strip Clubs & Love & Hip Hop on Sway in the Morning
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 9:09
- Updated: 08 May 2013
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- published: 25 Jan 2013
- views: 40752
- author: SwaysUniverse
Joe Budden Speaks on His Approach to Consequence on Sway in the Morning
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- Duration: 5:35
- Updated: 08 May 2013
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- published: 13 Feb 2013
- views: 51629
- author: SwaysUniverse
Rich Dollaz CONFIRMS A Fight Broke Out Between Joe Budden & Consequence At The Reunion PLUS
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 18:54
- Updated: 22 Apr 2013
Friend to the show Rich Dollaz called up TT Torrez to g-chat about the last episode of "Love & Hip Hop: Atlanta." He talked about his love for Erica Mena, on...
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Friend to the show Rich Dollaz called up TT Torrez to g-chat about the last episode of "Love & Hip Hop: Atlanta." He talked about his love for Erica Mena, on...
- published: 14 Mar 2013
- views: 51014
- author: TT Torrez
JOE BUDDEN vs DJ WHOO KID on the WHOOLYWOOD SHUFFLE on SHADE 45
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- Duration: 19:57
- Updated: 09 May 2013
Joe Kicks it with Whoo Kid on Eminem records without Slaughter House , Tahiri's Moisture and Love N Hip Hop NYC . follow @djwhookid on twitter and his new in...
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Joe Kicks it with Whoo Kid on Eminem records without Slaughter House , Tahiri's Moisture and Love N Hip Hop NYC . follow @djwhookid on twitter and his new in...
- published: 29 Jan 2013
- views: 22242
- author: Whoo Kid
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Joe Budden - Truth or Truth Live @ SOBs
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- Duration: 8:25
- Updated: 04 May 2013
Joe Budden's very first show with a live band went down today at SOB's. After what is being deemed an instant classic JB show, all of the fans have been left...
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Joe Budden's very first show with a live band went down today at SOB's. After what is being deemed an instant classic JB show, all of the fans have been left...
- published: 05 Sep 2012
- views: 44992
- author: Jose Silva
Joe Budden Challenges Fans/Brings Out Ashley, Sam of Bread & Butter Events Live In Miami
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- Duration: 14:12
- Updated: 10 Apr 2013
http://www.breadandbuttershows.com Bread & Butter Events Present Joe Budden Live in Miami at Club Eve June 10, 2011. In this video Joey continues a lyric com...
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http://www.breadandbuttershows.com Bread & Butter Events Present Joe Budden Live in Miami at Club Eve June 10, 2011. In this video Joey continues a lyric com...
- published: 13 Jun 2011
- views: 4729
- author: yaboy0327
JOE BUDDEN PERFORMS "SOBER UP" LIVE ON #SWAYINTHEMORNING
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- Duration: 4:47
- Updated: 01 Mar 2012
Joe Budden performs "Sober Up" live on #SwayInTheMorning http://swaysuniverse.com
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Joe Budden performs "Sober Up" live on #SwayInTheMorning http://swaysuniverse.com
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- published: 01 Mar 2012
- views: 11377
Joe Budden Live at BB Kings, NYC
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- Duration: 6:17
- Updated: 23 Aug 2012
Joe Budden, Crooked I, Royce 5'9" Live at BB Kings, NYC.
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Joe Budden, Crooked I, Royce 5'9" Live at BB Kings, NYC.
- published: 27 Oct 2010
- views: 1827
- author: AyalaWho
Joe Budden - Live at SOB's DVD Part 1 of 8
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 14:29
- Updated: 05 Sep 2012
Keep On - Anti - Are you in that Mood Yet part 1 http://twitter.com/JOEBUDDEN http://joebuddentv.com/forums/ Absolutely no copyright infringement is intended...
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Keep On - Anti - Are you in that Mood Yet part 1 http://twitter.com/JOEBUDDEN http://joebuddentv.com/forums/ Absolutely no copyright infringement is intended...
- published: 02 Jun 2011
- views: 1294
- author: hesaidchest
Joe Budden x Fabolous x Want You Back (LIVE)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:14
- Updated: 04 May 2013
Joe Budden (LIVE) @ BB King 12/3/12 w/ special guest Fabolous. Song: Want You Back, off Fab's Soul Tape 2 Mixtape. Brainstrong Productions. Shot by: J.N. Sil...
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Joe Budden (LIVE) @ BB King 12/3/12 w/ special guest Fabolous. Song: Want You Back, off Fab's Soul Tape 2 Mixtape. Brainstrong Productions. Shot by: J.N. Sil...
- published: 06 Dec 2012
- views: 31625
- author: cheah201
Joe Budden & Tank - She Don't Put It Down (Live) El Rey Theatre Los Angeles, CA 11/27/12
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- Duration: 4:58
- Updated: 10 May 2013
Joe Budden brings out Tank to perform "She Don't Put It Down" at the El Rey Theatre in Los Angeles, CA on November 27th, 2012.
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Joe Budden brings out Tank to perform "She Don't Put It Down" at the El Rey Theatre in Los Angeles, CA on November 27th, 2012.
- published: 28 Nov 2012
- views: 1922
- author: HipHopHeisenberg
Joe Budden performs "NBA" Live at the Apple Store
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 2:01
- Updated: 10 Apr 2013
Joe Budden performs "NBA" Live at the Apple Store in Soho NYC.
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Joe Budden performs "NBA" Live at the Apple Store in Soho NYC.
- published: 07 Mar 2013
- views: 867
- author: DarkWingProd
Joe Budden x Ab-Soul "Cut From A Different Cloth" Live Performance @ El Rey Theatre 11/27/12
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:11
- Updated: 01 May 2013
JoeBudden (SlaughterHouse) and Ab-Soul (TDE) peform "Cut From A Different Cloth" Live at The ElReyTheatre in Los Angeles 11/27/12 SUBSCRIBE http://www.youtub...
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JoeBudden (SlaughterHouse) and Ab-Soul (TDE) peform "Cut From A Different Cloth" Live at The ElReyTheatre in Los Angeles 11/27/12 SUBSCRIBE http://www.youtub...
- published: 28 Nov 2012
- views: 5110
- author: AplusFilmzTV
Joe Budden - Padded Room LIVE in studio (pt. 3) THE SPIT!!!!!
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 7:39
- Updated: 25 Mar 2013
Jersey's finest go back to back at the mic and spit some serious verses in this final chapter. Budden says, "It always makes the track better...any time you ...
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Jersey's finest go back to back at the mic and spit some serious verses in this final chapter. Budden says, "It always makes the track better...any time you ...
- published: 05 Mar 2009
- views: 18487
- author: GurillaFilms
Joe Budden Live In Toronto Nov/5/2011 @ Opera House
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:43
- Updated: 06 Jan 2013
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- published: 07 Nov 2011
- views: 3416
- author: Vernswag
WINNING - L.I.V.E.WIRE & JOE BUDDEN (Official Video)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:41
- Updated: 18 Apr 2013
FREE DOWNLOAD "WINNING" - http://www.hulkshare.com/lqxbq7r2q8dn @LivewireLW @JoeBudden Smith Hage Productions Produced by DG Productions R.I.P. KAMPANE.
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FREE DOWNLOAD "WINNING" - http://www.hulkshare.com/lqxbq7r2q8dn @LivewireLW @JoeBudden Smith Hage Productions Produced by DG Productions R.I.P. KAMPANE.
- published: 25 Mar 2012
- views: 19367
- author: Live Wire
Joe Budden BB KINGS LIVE - Sober Up feat. Crooked I
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:11
- Updated: 07 Apr 2013
Live at BB Kings 10/26/10.
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Joe Budden Live - Novacane Freestyle - Toronto, Opera House
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:29
- Updated: 13 Mar 2013
Joe Budden aka 1/4 of Slaughterhouse in Toronto, November 5th 2011 Opera House Joe goes in on Frank Ocean's Novacane and cries about his feelings.
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Joe Budden aka 1/4 of Slaughterhouse in Toronto, November 5th 2011 Opera House Joe goes in on Frank Ocean's Novacane and cries about his feelings.
- published: 06 Nov 2011
- views: 1604
- author: Slava P
Joe Budden - Black Cloud (Live Band @ SOBs)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:41
- Updated: 08 May 2013
That live band is something else....... NYC, see u December 3rd.
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That live band is something else....... NYC, see u December 3rd.
- published: 02 Nov 2012
- views: 12225
- author: cheah201
Joe Budden Performs "Goodbye" at The Plaza Live in Orlando, FL (11-20-12)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 2:11
- Updated: 22 Nov 2012
Joe Budden Performs "Goodbye" at The Plaza Live in Orlando, Florida for his "The Second First Impression Tour". (2012)
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Joe Budden Performs "Goodbye" at The Plaza Live in Orlando, Florida for his "The Second First Impression Tour". (2012)
- published: 22 Nov 2012
- views: 161
Crooked I of Slaughter House Featuring Joell Ortiz & Joe Budden Live at Coast2Coast Showcase Part 2
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 10:50
- Updated: 17 Apr 2013
Crooked I of Slaughter House Live at Coast2Coast Showcase NYC 3-25-13. Music Mystro on the TurnTables.
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Crooked I of Slaughter House Live at Coast2Coast Showcase NYC 3-25-13. Music Mystro on the TurnTables.
- published: 27 Mar 2013
- views: 275
- author: MystroOnTheBeat
Joe Budden-Black Cloud Live
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:18
- Updated: 03 Feb 2013
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Joe Budden & Ab-Soul - Cut From a Different Cloth (Live) El Rey Theatre Los Angeles, CA 2012
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 6:22
- Updated: 28 Apr 2013
Joe Budden brings out Ab-Soul for their 1st performance of "Cut From the Same Cloth" at the El Rey Theatre in Los Angeles, CA on November 27th, 2012.
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Joe Budden brings out Ab-Soul for their 1st performance of "Cut From the Same Cloth" at the El Rey Theatre in Los Angeles, CA on November 27th, 2012.
- published: 28 Nov 2012
- views: 3070
- author: HipHopHeisenberg
Joe Budden BB KINGS LIVE - Remember The Titans (feat. Royce Da 5'9") ACAPELLA
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:54
- Updated: 10 Jan 2013
Live at BB Kings 10/26/10.
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Joe Budden Ordinary Love Shit Pt. 3 "Closure" Live
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:45
- Updated: 17 Nov 2012
Joe Budden Ordinary Love Shit Pt. 3 "Closure" Live Philadelphia
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Joe Budden Ordinary Love Shit Pt. 3 "Closure" Live Philadelphia
- published: 17 Nov 2012
- views: 123
Joe Budden Live - 10 Minutes - Toronto, Opera House
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:14
- Updated: 28 Jan 2013
Joe Budden aka 1/4 of Slaughterhouse in Toronto, November 5th 2011 Opera House Joe preforms a rare set with 10 minutes, the third time he's ever done it live.
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Joe Budden aka 1/4 of Slaughterhouse in Toronto, November 5th 2011 Opera House Joe preforms a rare set with 10 minutes, the third time he's ever done it live.
- published: 06 Nov 2011
- views: 3712
- author: Slava P
Joe Budden Live in New Haven - 2
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 2:58
- Updated: 29 Mar 2013
Joe Budden Live in New Haven - 2.
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Arsonal Da Rebel Talks UW Battle League vs. Other Leagues, Joe Budden, Battle Preparation & More
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 49:56
- Updated: 09 May 2013
http://15Mofe.com: Arsonal Da Rebel Talks UW Battle League & Different Leagues, Joe Budden, Battle Preparation, Why He Moved to New Orleans, his feeling on i...
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- published: 28 Apr 2013
- views: 3675
- author: 15MofeRadio
Joe Budden - A Loose Quarter Full Mixtape CDQ
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 65:44
- Updated: 13 May 2013
dl link - http://www.datpiff.com/Joe-Budden-A-Loose-Quarter-mixtape.416375.html 1. Intro (Prod. SLV) 0:00 2. Words Of A Chameleon (Prod. AraabMuzik) 3:10 3. ...
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dl link - http://www.datpiff.com/Joe-Budden-A-Loose-Quarter-mixtape.416375.html 1. Intro (Prod. SLV) 0:00 2. Words Of A Chameleon (Prod. AraabMuzik) 3:10 3. ...
- published: 21 Nov 2012
- views: 37496
- author: 1Grieves
Joe Budden Talks Pool Parties, No More Mood Music, VH1 Show, Respect for Wayne, & More
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 21:30
- Updated: 16 Nov 2012
Kevin W. Reese catches up to Joe Budden as he gives an exclusive interview with tons of behind the scenes info!
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Kevin W. Reese catches up to Joe Budden as he gives an exclusive interview with tons of behind the scenes info!
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- published: 16 Nov 2012
- views: 5667
Joe Budden - No Love Lost Full Album CDQ
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 72:00
- Updated: 10 May 2013
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For promotional purposes. All contents belong to original owner. Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fai...
- published: 05 Feb 2013
- views: 61133
- author: Shady x TDE
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Joe Budden With The Breakfast Club Power 105.1 [Full Interview]
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- Duration: 23:18
- Updated: 12 May 2013
Joe Budden talks to the Breakfast Club about upcoming Slaughterhouse album, record with Lil Wayne, DJ Envy's bourgeoisie, and hiding under Tahiry's bed.
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Joe Budden talks to the Breakfast Club about upcoming Slaughterhouse album, record with Lil Wayne, DJ Envy's bourgeoisie, and hiding under Tahiry's bed.
- published: 07 Mar 2012
- views: 316161
- author: gregapk3
Consequence Tells Hot 97 His Side Of The Scuffle With Budden
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 22:56
- Updated: 05 May 2013
As DJ Enuff and Angie Martinez would put it, the drama continues. Consequence called into Hot 97 recently to give his side of what went down at the "Love & H...
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As DJ Enuff and Angie Martinez would put it, the drama continues. Consequence called into Hot 97 recently to give his side of what went down at the "Love & H...
- published: 15 Mar 2013
- views: 50886
- author: djvlad
Consequence Talks About Fight With Joe Budden
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 22:56
- Updated: 09 May 2013
The drama from the fight that went down at the Love & Hip Hop reunion continues. Consequence decided to call up Angie Martinez's show on Hot 97 to give his s...
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The drama from the fight that went down at the Love & Hip Hop reunion continues. Consequence decided to call up Angie Martinez's show on Hot 97 to give his s...
- published: 14 Mar 2013
- views: 87088
- author: ABourneWinner
Consequence Tells Angie Martinez His Side Of The Scuffle With Joe Budden
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 23:01
- Updated: 17 Apr 2013
Consequence Tells Angie Martinez His Side Of The Scuffle With Joe Budden.
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Consequence Tells Angie Martinez His Side Of The Scuffle With Joe Budden.
- published: 16 Mar 2013
- views: 414
- author: Q9ENTTV
Joe Budden (Full Album)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 80:08
- Updated: 07 May 2013
1. Intro 0:00 2. #1 2:03 3. Pump It Up 6:07 4. Pusha Man 9:51 5. You Ain't Gotta Go Home 14:10 6. Walk With Me -removed, to avoid being banned worldwide- 7. ...
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1. Intro 0:00 2. #1 2:03 3. Pump It Up 6:07 4. Pusha Man 9:51 5. You Ain't Gotta Go Home 14:10 6. Walk With Me -removed, to avoid being banned worldwide- 7. ...
- published: 21 Mar 2013
- author: NJBayonne03
Joe Budden Interview Jenny Boom Boom
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 20:29
- Updated: 19 Jan 2013
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Joe Budden & Emanny Dreamerz The Mixtape Mixed By DJ Focuz, Stretch Money, DJ Moon (Full Mixtape)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 68:24
- Updated: 06 May 2013
Hopefully we see a Mixtape Or Album from Joe Budden & Emanny in the near future it would be a classic but for now here goes our version enjoy "Dreamerz The M...
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Hopefully we see a Mixtape Or Album from Joe Budden & Emanny in the near future it would be a classic but for now here goes our version enjoy "Dreamerz The M...
- published: 13 Apr 2013
- views: 92
- author: StretchMoneyy
JOE BUDDEN & KAYLIN PERFORM AT TOADS
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- Duration: 20:11
- Updated: 15 Apr 2013
Joe Budden and his girl Kaylin from Love and Hip Hop perform live at Toads.
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Joe Budden and his girl Kaylin from Love and Hip Hop perform live at Toads.
- published: 30 Mar 2013
- views: 512
- author: Directioncyop
Joe Budden Full Set 1 Of 2 At The New Parish In Oakland 11/28/12
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 49:50
- Updated: 30 Nov 2012
Are You In That Mood Yet, Come Along, Sober Up, The Hard Part, Hammer Dance, Russian Roulette, Downfall, No Idea, Ordinary Love Shit Part 3, I Messed Up, Pum...
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Are You In That Mood Yet, Come Along, Sober Up, The Hard Part, Hammer Dance, Russian Roulette, Downfall, No Idea, Ordinary Love Shit Part 3, I Messed Up, Pum...
- published: 29 Nov 2012
- views: 427
- author: easymgl .
Joe Budden Full Set 2 Of 2 At The New Parish In Oakland 11/28/12
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 34:59
- Updated: 29 Nov 2012
She Don't Put It Down Like You, Exxes, Goodbye, Truth Or Truth, Black Cloud, More Of Me.
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She Don't Put It Down Like You, Exxes, Goodbye, Truth Or Truth, Black Cloud, More Of Me.
- published: 29 Nov 2012
- views: 203
- author: easymgl .
Tsu Surf - A New Mood featuring Ab-Soul. Kevin Durant, Joe Budden and many more!
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 43:21
- Updated: 11 May 2013
Tsu Surf - A New Mood 1.Dreams Money Can Buy 2 INTRO (PROD BY PIFF BEATZ) 2.Lone Thoughts FT. LU JERZ (PROD BY TRUNKKNOCKAS) 3.Loaded Gun FT.JOE BUDDEN (PROD...
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Tsu Surf - A New Mood 1.Dreams Money Can Buy 2 INTRO (PROD BY PIFF BEATZ) 2.Lone Thoughts FT. LU JERZ (PROD BY TRUNKKNOCKAS) 3.Loaded Gun FT.JOE BUDDEN (PROD...
- published: 05 Apr 2013
- views: 531
- author: dismusicscrack
Rick Ross-Stay Schemin(Mega Remix) Feat.Drake,French Montanna,Brianna Perry,Joe Budden,+MORE
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 25:58
- Updated: 06 Apr 2013
VVVVV ALL ARTIST INFO & DOWNLOAD BELOW VVVVV DJ TaDahh- Stay Schemin(Mega Mix) Feat Rick Ross,Drake,French Montanna ,Brianna Perry,Joe Budden,Lola Monroe,Joe...
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VVVVV ALL ARTIST INFO & DOWNLOAD BELOW VVVVV DJ TaDahh- Stay Schemin(Mega Mix) Feat Rick Ross,Drake,French Montanna ,Brianna Perry,Joe Budden,Lola Monroe,Joe...
- published: 13 Feb 2013
- views: 829
- author: DjTadahh
Joe Budden Mood Muzik Day 1 2/26/12 Irving Plaza
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- Duration: 23:42
- Updated: 28 Feb 2012
My footage from the first night of Joe Budden Mood Muzik Tour. 1 and 2 and some other tracks he did. Sorry i was alittle hammered ha
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My footage from the first night of Joe Budden Mood Muzik Tour. 1 and 2 and some other tracks he did. Sorry i was alittle hammered ha
- published: 28 Feb 2012
- views: 394
ARSONAL SPEAKS ON BATTLE WITH CALICO : SAYS JOE BUDDEN IS NOT HOOD
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 45:25
- Updated: 13 Nov 2011
Arsonal stops by the Battle Rap Arena to chop it up with Norbes and JesseRican.
Talks on his upcoming battle with Calicoe. Wants to battle T-Rex Next. Says Joe Budden is NOT HOOD!
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Arsonal stops by the Battle Rap Arena to chop it up with Norbes and JesseRican.
Talks on his upcoming battle with Calicoe. Wants to battle T-Rex Next. Says Joe Budden is NOT HOOD!
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- published: 13 Nov 2011
- views: 13722
LET'S FIND A MIXTAPE WEEK 3 joe budden, mac miller & Kali raps
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- Duration: 20:33
- Updated: 24 Mar 2012
enjoy some good music right here
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enjoy some good music right here
- published: 24 Mar 2012
- views: 113
Story Of Hip Hop 19 Track Mega Mix
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 85:54
- Updated: 02 May 2013
DOWNLOAD LINK: http://www.mediafire.com/?pp1whs13ia41qfp Track 1. Joe Budden - Roll Call (remix) Track 2. Kool G Rap - Foul Catz Vrs Stick Ya Gunz (remix) Tr...
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DOWNLOAD LINK: http://www.mediafire.com/?pp1whs13ia41qfp Track 1. Joe Budden - Roll Call (remix) Track 2. Kool G Rap - Foul Catz Vrs Stick Ya Gunz (remix) Tr...
- published: 01 May 2013
- views: 23
- author: Makaveli Soulja
All Access Vol. 7
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- Duration: 117:05
- Updated: 22 Mar 2013
The uncensored lifestyle of hip hop culture with appearances by: Gloria Velez Joe Budden Pit Bull Jim Jones Fat Joe Erick Sermon Juelz Santana Chingy J Hood ...
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The uncensored lifestyle of hip hop culture with appearances by: Gloria Velez Joe Budden Pit Bull Jim Jones Fat Joe Erick Sermon Juelz Santana Chingy J Hood ...
- published: 29 Nov 2012
- views: 283
- author: lynx305
Fabolous - The Soul Tape 2 (2012) (Full Mixtape) (+download) (New)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 52:36
- Updated: 04 May 2013
New mixtape from Fabolous the 2nd installment into his "Soul Tape" series. Features include J.Cole, Wale, Pusha T, Troy Ave, Trey Songz, Cassie, Broadway, Jo...
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New mixtape from Fabolous the 2nd installment into his "Soul Tape" series. Features include J.Cole, Wale, Pusha T, Troy Ave, Trey Songz, Cassie, Broadway, Jo...
- published: 03 Dec 2012
- views: 5286
- author: MMGBRM17
Consequence Apologizes to Kim K and Clears Up Teeth Rumor
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 28:49
- Updated: 07 May 2013
Consequence talks about how he fixed his teeth, apologizes to Kim Kardashian! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Facebook: http...
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Consequence talks about how he fixed his teeth, apologizes to Kim Kardashian! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Facebook: http...
- published: 05 Feb 2013
- views: 133261
- author: HOT97NY
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Joe Budden With The Breakfast Club Power 105.1 [Full Interview]
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 23:18
- Updated: 12 May 2013
Joe Budden talks to the Breakfast Club about upcoming Slaughterhouse album, record with Lil Wayne, DJ Envy's bourgeoisie, and hiding under Tahiry's bed.
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Joe Budden talks to the Breakfast Club about upcoming Slaughterhouse album, record with Lil Wayne, DJ Envy's bourgeoisie, and hiding under Tahiry's bed.
- published: 07 Mar 2012
- views: 316161
- author: gregapk3
Interview With Joe Budden [LHHNY] At The Breakfast Club Power 105.1
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 15:35
- Updated: 12 May 2013
SUBSCRIBE: http://www.youtube.com/user/1051BreakfastClub Twitter: @cthagod Twitter: @angelayee Twitter: @djenvy Twitter: @Power1051 Twitter: @BreakfastClubAM...
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- published: 08 Jan 2013
- views: 151172
- author: 1051BreakfastClub
Joe Budden Talks Confronting Consequence
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:10
- Updated: 06 May 2013
Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Joe Budden for an exclusive interview! Watch part 1 where he talks about being on the new season of Wild '...
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Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Joe Budden for an exclusive interview! Watch part 1 where he talks about being on the new season of Wild '...
- published: 03 Mar 2013
- views: 83452
- author: Thisis50Interviews
Joe Budden | Talks No Love Lost, SLV, & Threesomes
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 7:48
- Updated: 11 May 2013
Jasmyn Luxe sits down with Joe Budden at Laced to discuss his mixtape A Loose Quarter and his upcoming album No Love Lost. Budden talks to us more about his ...
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Jasmyn Luxe sits down with Joe Budden at Laced to discuss his mixtape A Loose Quarter and his upcoming album No Love Lost. Budden talks to us more about his ...
- published: 26 Dec 2012
- views: 5777
- author: Jasmyn Luxe
BIGVON Interviews Joe Budden
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 8:12
- Updated: 16 Apr 2013
Joe Budden gets real! Describes his dream gig, give up the secret on how to get the ladies and promotes new music! Filmed and Edited by MrEricFisher.
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Joe Budden gets real! Describes his dream gig, give up the secret on how to get the ladies and promotes new music! Filmed and Edited by MrEricFisher.
- published: 10 Dec 2012
- views: 5302
- author: KMELtv
Joe Budden Says He Never Fought Anyone on Love & Hip-Hop
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 8:24
- Updated: 07 May 2013
"I have no reason to fight anybody" - Joe Budden Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Joe Budden for an exclusive interview. Jack shows a pictu...
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"I have no reason to fight anybody" - Joe Budden Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Joe Budden for an exclusive interview. Jack shows a pictu...
- published: 14 Mar 2013
- views: 65712
- author: Thisis50Interviews
AWKWARD! Joe Budden Confronts Consequence and Hot 97 Catches it on Camera
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:28
- Updated: 08 May 2013
Check out what went down in our Hot97 Studios with Consequence & Joe Budden between our interviews with them. Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://...
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Check out what went down in our Hot97 Studios with Consequence & Joe Budden between our interviews with them. Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://...
- published: 05 Feb 2013
- views: 549701
- author: HOT97NY
Is Tahiry still in Love with Joe Budden- Full interview
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 14:00
- Updated: 07 May 2013
What really happened with Tahiry & J.R Smith & Fabolous & Joe Budden and did Ebro have a chance? Find out on Cipha, Rosenberg & KFoxx Hot97tv: http://www.hot...
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What really happened with Tahiry & J.R Smith & Fabolous & Joe Budden and did Ebro have a chance? Find out on Cipha, Rosenberg & KFoxx Hot97tv: http://www.hot...
- published: 08 Jan 2013
- views: 78824
- author: HOT97NY
Jenny Boom Boom Interviews Joe Budden Part 1
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 11:16
- Updated: 11 May 2013
Joe Budden Stops Thru To The Hot Afternoon Show With Jenny Boom Boom. Joe Stopped By To Plug His Upcoming Shows, The Slaughterhouse Album And His Upcoming So...
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Joe Budden Stops Thru To The Hot Afternoon Show With Jenny Boom Boom. Joe Stopped By To Plug His Upcoming Shows, The Slaughterhouse Album And His Upcoming So...
- published: 02 May 2012
- views: 20106
- author: JENNYBOOMBOOMTV
Joe Budden Interview With DJ Whoo Kid
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 19:57
- Updated: 11 May 2013
Joe Budden Interview With DJ Whoo Kid Joe Budden Interview With DJ Whoo Kid Joe Budden Interview With DJ Whoo Kid Joe Budden Interview With DJ Whoo Kid Joe B...
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Joe Budden Interview With DJ Whoo Kid Joe Budden Interview With DJ Whoo Kid Joe Budden Interview With DJ Whoo Kid Joe Budden Interview With DJ Whoo Kid Joe B...
- published: 29 Jan 2013
- views: 3257
- author: ABourneWinner
She Don't Put It Down
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:15
- Updated: 14 May 2013
Music video by Joe Budden performing She Don't Put It Down. 2013 Entertainment One U.S., LP.
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Music video by Joe Budden performing She Don't Put It Down. 2013 Entertainment One U.S., LP.
- published: 06 Feb 2013
- views: 2249573
- author: JoeBuddenVEVO
![Tahiry (Joe Budden's Ex) Interview w/ The Breakfast Club Power 105.1 [Love & Hip Hop]](http://web.archive.org./web/20130515030523im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/p5K3b7hQggY/default.jpg "Tahiry (Joe Budden's Ex) Interview w/ The Breakfast Club Power 105.1 [Love & Hip Hop]")
Tahiry (Joe Budden's Ex) Interview w/ The Breakfast Club Power 105.1 [Love & Hip Hop]
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 16:29
- Updated: 12 Apr 2013
Tahiry (Joe Budden's Ex) Interview w/ The Breakfast Club NEW VIDEOS EVERY DAY -- SUBSCRIBE!
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- published: 11 Jan 2013
- views: 7780
- author: HipHopOverload
Emilio Sparks Interviews Joe Budden
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 9:47
- Updated: 07 Mar 2013
Emilio Sparks the 'Charlie Rose' of hip-hop is at it again. His Twitter campaign to interview Joe Budden was a success ! They talk about the Joe's internet p...
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Emilio Sparks the 'Charlie Rose' of hip-hop is at it again. His Twitter campaign to interview Joe Budden was a success ! They talk about the Joe's internet p...
- published: 08 Oct 2009
- views: 9911
- author: degocast
Joe Budden talks about Love & Hip Hop, Raqi Thunda Comments, Drug use & More!!!
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 12:47
- Updated: 03 May 2013
Joe Budden talks about Love & Hip Hop, Raqi Thunda Comments, Drug use & More!!! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Facebook: ht...
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Joe Budden talks about Love & Hip Hop, Raqi Thunda Comments, Drug use & More!!! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Facebook: ht...
- published: 07 Jan 2013
- views: 88751
- author: HOT97NY
Young Jack Thriller Interview With Joe Budden
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 10:41
- Updated: 03 May 2013
Jack Thriller recently interviewed Joe Budden. He speaks on his album "Mood Muzik 4", his performance at BB King recently, being an independent artist, Slaug...
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Jack Thriller recently interviewed Joe Budden. He speaks on his album "Mood Muzik 4", his performance at BB King recently, being an independent artist, Slaug...
- published: 16 Dec 2010
- views: 36600
- author: Jack Thriller
Joe Budden Interview - Speaks on His Approach to Consequence (Sway in the Morning)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:35
- Updated: 14 Mar 2013
Joe Budden Interview - Speaks on His Approach to Consequence (Sway in the Morning) Like: http://facebook.com/MixtapeAffiliates.
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Joe Budden Interview - Speaks on His Approach to Consequence (Sway in the Morning) Like: http://facebook.com/MixtapeAffiliates.
- published: 17 Feb 2013
- views: 525
- author: FlashMixtapes
Rappers wearing Diapers? Raqi Thunda talks about Joe Budden & Tahiry & much more
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 12:14
- Updated: 22 Apr 2013
Raqi Thunda talks about Joe Budden size and texture, cast of Love & Hip Hop & much more! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Fac...
http://wn.com/Rappers_wearing_Diapers?_Raqi_Thunda_talks_about_Joe_Budden_Tahiry_much_more
Raqi Thunda talks about Joe Budden size and texture, cast of Love & Hip Hop & much more! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Fac...
- published: 02 Jan 2013
- views: 42348
- author: HOT97NY
Joe Budden Speaks on Tahiry's Mental Issues to Ciph & Rosenberg
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 10:43
- Updated: 01 May 2013
The title says it all. TURN UP!! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HOT97OFFICIAL.
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The title says it all. TURN UP!! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HOT97OFFICIAL.
- published: 05 Feb 2013
- views: 96266
- author: HOT97NY
DJ Ekin presents: MyPlace w/ Joe Budden
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 11:23
- Updated: 13 Apr 2013
"Tampa's Most Connected DJ" sits down with the dude Joe Budden ...real talk on the new album "No Love Lost," leaving Def Jam, facing his demons, & of course ...
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"Tampa's Most Connected DJ" sits down with the dude Joe Budden ...real talk on the new album "No Love Lost," leaving Def Jam, facing his demons, & of course ...
- published: 06 Feb 2013
- views: 8296
- author: djekintv
JOE BUDDEN TALKS LOVE, HIS TYPE, 15 MIN SEX & MONOGAMY #SWAYINTHEMORNING
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 13:43
- Updated: 10 May 2013
Joe Budden talks love, 15 minute sexcapades, not liking casual sex on #SwyaInTheMorning http://swaysuniverse.com http://twitter.com/realsway http://twitter.c...
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Joe Budden talks love, 15 minute sexcapades, not liking casual sex on #SwyaInTheMorning http://swaysuniverse.com http://twitter.com/realsway http://twitter.c...
- published: 01 Mar 2012
- views: 28859
- author: SwaysUniverse
The Wayans Bros Clown Jack Thriller, Joe Budden Twitter Beef, Charlamagne
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 11:02
- Updated: 02 May 2013
Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Marlon and Shawn Wayans. Check out this hilarious interview where both Marlon and Shawn clown Jack Thrille...
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Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Marlon and Shawn Wayans. Check out this hilarious interview where both Marlon and Shawn clown Jack Thrille...
- published: 13 Jan 2013
- author: SHOCKINGNEWSCLIPZ
Joe Budden Speaks on Drug Addiction, Strip Clubs & Love & Hip Hop on Sway in the Morning
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 9:09
- Updated: 08 May 2013
Subscribe to our page: http://bit.ly/SVsBQC TWITTER: http://twitter.com/RealSway http://twitter.com/TheHappyHourwHB http://twitter.com/DJWonder http://twitte...
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- published: 25 Jan 2013
- views: 40752
- author: SwaysUniverse
Sneak Peek: Inside Joe Budden's Sneaker Closet
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:36
- Updated: 10 May 2013
Today marks the second installment of our new series called Sneak Peek. In case you missed it, Spurs forward Stephen Jackson invited us to his home to get a ...
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Today marks the second installment of our new series called Sneak Peek. In case you missed it, Spurs forward Stephen Jackson invited us to his home to get a ...
- published: 15 Nov 2012
- views: 312851
- author: nicekicks
8:25
Joe Budden - Truth or Truth Live @ SOBs
Joe Budden's very first show with a live band went down today at SOB's. After what is bein...
published: 05 Sep 2012
author: Jose Silva
Joe Budden - Truth or Truth Live @ SOBs
Joe Budden's very first show with a live band went down today at SOB's. After what is being deemed an instant classic JB show, all of the fans have been left...
- published: 05 Sep 2012
- views: 44992
- author: Jose Silva
14:12
Joe Budden Challenges Fans/Brings Out Ashley, Sam of Bread & Butter Events Live In Miami
http://www.breadandbuttershows.com Bread & Butter Events Present Joe Budden Live in Miami ...
published: 13 Jun 2011
author: yaboy0327
Joe Budden Challenges Fans/Brings Out Ashley, Sam of Bread & Butter Events Live In Miami
http://www.breadandbuttershows.com Bread & Butter Events Present Joe Budden Live in Miami at Club Eve June 10, 2011. In this video Joey continues a lyric com...
- published: 13 Jun 2011
- views: 4729
- author: yaboy0327
4:47
JOE BUDDEN PERFORMS "SOBER UP" LIVE ON #SWAYINTHEMORNING
Joe Budden performs "Sober Up" live on #SwayInTheMorning http://swaysuniverse.com
http://...
published: 01 Mar 2012
JOE BUDDEN PERFORMS "SOBER UP" LIVE ON #SWAYINTHEMORNING
Joe Budden performs "Sober Up" live on #SwayInTheMorning http://swaysuniverse.com
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http://twitter.com/devidev
- published: 01 Mar 2012
- views: 11377
14:29
Joe Budden - Live at SOB's DVD Part 1 of 8
Keep On - Anti - Are you in that Mood Yet part 1 http://twitter.com/JOEBUDDEN http://joebu...
published: 02 Jun 2011
author: hesaidchest
Joe Budden - Live at SOB's DVD Part 1 of 8
Keep On - Anti - Are you in that Mood Yet part 1 http://twitter.com/JOEBUDDEN http://joebuddentv.com/forums/ Absolutely no copyright infringement is intended...
- published: 02 Jun 2011
- views: 1294
- author: hesaidchest
3:14
Joe Budden x Fabolous x Want You Back (LIVE)
Joe Budden (LIVE) @ BB King 12/3/12 w/ special guest Fabolous. Song: Want You Back, off Fa...
published: 06 Dec 2012
author: cheah201
Joe Budden x Fabolous x Want You Back (LIVE)
Joe Budden (LIVE) @ BB King 12/3/12 w/ special guest Fabolous. Song: Want You Back, off Fab's Soul Tape 2 Mixtape. Brainstrong Productions. Shot by: J.N. Sil...
- published: 06 Dec 2012
- views: 31625
- author: cheah201
4:58
Joe Budden & Tank - She Don't Put It Down (Live) El Rey Theatre Los Angeles, CA 11/27/12
Joe Budden brings out Tank to perform "She Don't Put It Down" at the El Rey Theatre in Los...
published: 28 Nov 2012
author: HipHopHeisenberg
Joe Budden & Tank - She Don't Put It Down (Live) El Rey Theatre Los Angeles, CA 11/27/12
Joe Budden brings out Tank to perform "She Don't Put It Down" at the El Rey Theatre in Los Angeles, CA on November 27th, 2012.
- published: 28 Nov 2012
- views: 1922
- author: HipHopHeisenberg
2:01
Joe Budden performs "NBA" Live at the Apple Store
Joe Budden performs "NBA" Live at the Apple Store in Soho NYC....
published: 07 Mar 2013
author: DarkWingProd
Joe Budden performs "NBA" Live at the Apple Store
Joe Budden performs "NBA" Live at the Apple Store in Soho NYC.
- published: 07 Mar 2013
- views: 867
- author: DarkWingProd
5:11
Joe Budden x Ab-Soul "Cut From A Different Cloth" Live Performance @ El Rey Theatre 11/27/12
JoeBudden (SlaughterHouse) and Ab-Soul (TDE) peform "Cut From A Different Cloth" Live at T...
published: 28 Nov 2012
author: AplusFilmzTV
Joe Budden x Ab-Soul "Cut From A Different Cloth" Live Performance @ El Rey Theatre 11/27/12
JoeBudden (SlaughterHouse) and Ab-Soul (TDE) peform "Cut From A Different Cloth" Live at The ElReyTheatre in Los Angeles 11/27/12 SUBSCRIBE http://www.youtub...
- published: 28 Nov 2012
- views: 5110
- author: AplusFilmzTV
7:39
Joe Budden - Padded Room LIVE in studio (pt. 3) THE SPIT!!!!!
Jersey's finest go back to back at the mic and spit some serious verses in this final chap...
published: 05 Mar 2009
author: GurillaFilms
Joe Budden - Padded Room LIVE in studio (pt. 3) THE SPIT!!!!!
Jersey's finest go back to back at the mic and spit some serious verses in this final chapter. Budden says, "It always makes the track better...any time you ...
- published: 05 Mar 2009
- views: 18487
- author: GurillaFilms
4:43
Joe Budden Live In Toronto Nov/5/2011 @ Opera House
http://www.torontorappers.com | http://www.twitter.com/torontorappers....
published: 07 Nov 2011
author: Vernswag
Joe Budden Live In Toronto Nov/5/2011 @ Opera House
http://www.torontorappers.com | http://www.twitter.com/torontorappers.
- published: 07 Nov 2011
- views: 3416
- author: Vernswag
4:41
WINNING - L.I.V.E.WIRE & JOE BUDDEN (Official Video)
FREE DOWNLOAD "WINNING" - http://www.hulkshare.com/lqxbq7r2q8dn @LivewireLW @JoeBudden Smi...
published: 25 Mar 2012
author: Live Wire
WINNING - L.I.V.E.WIRE & JOE BUDDEN (Official Video)
FREE DOWNLOAD "WINNING" - http://www.hulkshare.com/lqxbq7r2q8dn @LivewireLW @JoeBudden Smith Hage Productions Produced by DG Productions R.I.P. KAMPANE.
- published: 25 Mar 2012
- views: 19367
- author: Live Wire
5:11
Joe Budden BB KINGS LIVE - Sober Up feat. Crooked I
Live at BB Kings 10/26/10....
published: 27 Oct 2010
author: Mathew Safar
Joe Budden BB KINGS LIVE - Sober Up feat. Crooked I
Live at BB Kings 10/26/10.
- published: 27 Oct 2010
- views: 5417
- author: Mathew Safar
5:29
Joe Budden Live - Novacane Freestyle - Toronto, Opera House
Joe Budden aka 1/4 of Slaughterhouse in Toronto, November 5th 2011 Opera House Joe goes in...
published: 06 Nov 2011
author: Slava P
Joe Budden Live - Novacane Freestyle - Toronto, Opera House
Joe Budden aka 1/4 of Slaughterhouse in Toronto, November 5th 2011 Opera House Joe goes in on Frank Ocean's Novacane and cries about his feelings.
- published: 06 Nov 2011
- views: 1604
- author: Slava P
Vimeo results:
2:47
I Feel Ghood - Edit.
Riding by Tom Wallisch, Henrik Harlaut, Niklas Eriksson, Oscar Harlaut.
Filmed and edited...
published: 17 May 2009
author: Ante Olofsson
I Feel Ghood - Edit.
Riding by Tom Wallisch, Henrik Harlaut, Niklas Eriksson, Oscar Harlaut.
Filmed and edited by Andreas Olofsson.
Song: Fall Out Boy Feat. Joe Budden, 88-Keys & Murs - “America’s Suitehearts” (Remix)
6:18
UP CLOSE & PERSONAL - JOE BUDDEN
In the 1st Episode of the Up Close & Personal series Created & Directed by Executive Nick,...
published: 02 Jun 2009
author: Executive Nick
UP CLOSE & PERSONAL - JOE BUDDEN
In the 1st Episode of the Up Close & Personal series Created & Directed by Executive Nick, Joe Budden sits down with Nick and gives us his views on rival Mc's.
Directed & Interviewed by : Executive Nick
Edited by : Frederick Orozco
Filmed Exclusively at Fight Klub Studios
Special Thanks to Minya Oh & the staff at missinfo.tv
6:02
Joe Budden "Exxxes"
Directed by John Colombo
Padded Room in stores now!...
published: 07 Apr 2009
author: john colombo
Joe Budden "Exxxes"
Directed by John Colombo
Padded Room in stores now!
5:18
Raekwon Speaks On Joe Budden Situation in Toronto
Raekwon took a few minutes to speak on the situation with Joe Budden in between classics l...
published: 16 Aug 2009
author: Real Frequency
Raekwon Speaks On Joe Budden Situation in Toronto
Raekwon took a few minutes to speak on the situation with Joe Budden in between classics like "Incarcerated Scarfaces", "Rainy Dayz", "Daytona 500", and "Verbal Intercourse". After confirming he still has possession of the infamous tape, he went to say the following:
"This is about a kid who gets off on doing blogs. My thing is, I'm a business man, I'm here to make money, take care of my family and keep as many people safe as possible. We not gonna take it there cuz that's little shit... we are grown men. I will never jump out the window to sacrifice the situation with my family for something that ain't worth it. I don't want nobody to hurt that man or do anything to him because I'm so known in so many different places, that's the easiest shit in the world... I don't want that. We are going to keep it moving with hip-hop, he knows to respect his elders... that's it, I got love for him. I love you, Joe Budden."
He then segued into his verse from "Eye For An Eye". Lets hope this marks the end of this fiasco. More footage from the show coming soon, stay tuned. Shout out to the homies Covert Ops (Arcee & Marvel) for opening up the show! Covert Ops EP featuring production from Jake One, Rich Kidd, MoSS, Mr. Attic, and more coming soon!
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Youtube results:
5:41
Joe Budden - Black Cloud (Live Band @ SOBs)
That live band is something else....... NYC, see u December 3rd....
published: 02 Nov 2012
author: cheah201
Joe Budden - Black Cloud (Live Band @ SOBs)
That live band is something else....... NYC, see u December 3rd.
- published: 02 Nov 2012
- views: 12225
- author: cheah201
2:11
Joe Budden Performs "Goodbye" at The Plaza Live in Orlando, FL (11-20-12)
Joe Budden Performs "Goodbye" at The Plaza Live in Orlando, Florida for his "The Second Fi...
published: 22 Nov 2012
Joe Budden Performs "Goodbye" at The Plaza Live in Orlando, FL (11-20-12)
Joe Budden Performs "Goodbye" at The Plaza Live in Orlando, Florida for his "The Second First Impression Tour". (2012)
- published: 22 Nov 2012
- views: 161
10:50
Crooked I of Slaughter House Featuring Joell Ortiz & Joe Budden Live at Coast2Coast Showcase Part 2
Crooked I of Slaughter House Live at Coast2Coast Showcase NYC 3-25-13. Music Mystro on the...
published: 27 Mar 2013
author: MystroOnTheBeat
Crooked I of Slaughter House Featuring Joell Ortiz & Joe Budden Live at Coast2Coast Showcase Part 2
Crooked I of Slaughter House Live at Coast2Coast Showcase NYC 3-25-13. Music Mystro on the TurnTables.
- published: 27 Mar 2013
- views: 275
- author: MystroOnTheBeat
49:56
Arsonal Da Rebel Talks UW Battle League vs. Other Leagues, Joe Budden, Battle Preparation & More
http://15Mofe.com: Arsonal Da Rebel Talks UW Battle League & Different Leagues, Joe Budden...
published: 28 Apr 2013
author: 15MofeRadio
Arsonal Da Rebel Talks UW Battle League vs. Other Leagues, Joe Budden, Battle Preparation & More
http://15Mofe.com: Arsonal Da Rebel Talks UW Battle League & Different Leagues, Joe Budden, Battle Preparation, Why He Moved to New Orleans, his feeling on i...
- published: 28 Apr 2013
- views: 3675
- author: 15MofeRadio
65:44
Joe Budden - A Loose Quarter Full Mixtape CDQ
dl link - http://www.datpiff.com/Joe-Budden-A-Loose-Quarter-mixtape.416375.html 1. Intro (...
published: 21 Nov 2012
author: 1Grieves
Joe Budden - A Loose Quarter Full Mixtape CDQ
dl link - http://www.datpiff.com/Joe-Budden-A-Loose-Quarter-mixtape.416375.html 1. Intro (Prod. SLV) 0:00 2. Words Of A Chameleon (Prod. AraabMuzik) 3:10 3. ...
- published: 21 Nov 2012
- views: 37496
- author: 1Grieves
21:30
Joe Budden Talks Pool Parties, No More Mood Music, VH1 Show, Respect for Wayne, & More
Kevin W. Reese catches up to Joe Budden as he gives an exclusive interview with tons of be...
published: 16 Nov 2012
Joe Budden Talks Pool Parties, No More Mood Music, VH1 Show, Respect for Wayne, & More
Kevin W. Reese catches up to Joe Budden as he gives an exclusive interview with tons of behind the scenes info!
www.KEVINWREESE.com
- published: 16 Nov 2012
- views: 5667
72:00
Joe Budden - No Love Lost Full Album CDQ
For promotional purposes. All contents belong to original owner. Copyright Disclaimer Unde...
published: 05 Feb 2013
author: Shady x TDE
Joe Budden - No Love Lost Full Album CDQ
For promotional purposes. All contents belong to original owner. Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fai...
- published: 05 Feb 2013
- views: 61133
- author: Shady x TDE
23:18
Joe Budden With The Breakfast Club Power 105.1 [Full Interview]
Joe Budden talks to the Breakfast Club about upcoming Slaughterhouse album, record with Li...
published: 07 Mar 2012
author: gregapk3
Joe Budden With The Breakfast Club Power 105.1 [Full Interview]
Joe Budden talks to the Breakfast Club about upcoming Slaughterhouse album, record with Lil Wayne, DJ Envy's bourgeoisie, and hiding under Tahiry's bed.
- published: 07 Mar 2012
- views: 316161
- author: gregapk3
22:56
Consequence Tells Hot 97 His Side Of The Scuffle With Budden
As DJ Enuff and Angie Martinez would put it, the drama continues. Consequence called into ...
published: 15 Mar 2013
author: djvlad
Consequence Tells Hot 97 His Side Of The Scuffle With Budden
As DJ Enuff and Angie Martinez would put it, the drama continues. Consequence called into Hot 97 recently to give his side of what went down at the "Love & H...
- published: 15 Mar 2013
- views: 50886
- author: djvlad
22:56
Consequence Talks About Fight With Joe Budden
The drama from the fight that went down at the Love & Hip Hop reunion continues. Consequen...
published: 14 Mar 2013
author: ABourneWinner
Consequence Talks About Fight With Joe Budden
The drama from the fight that went down at the Love & Hip Hop reunion continues. Consequence decided to call up Angie Martinez's show on Hot 97 to give his s...
- published: 14 Mar 2013
- views: 87088
- author: ABourneWinner
23:01
Consequence Tells Angie Martinez His Side Of The Scuffle With Joe Budden
Consequence Tells Angie Martinez His Side Of The Scuffle With Joe Budden....
published: 16 Mar 2013
author: Q9ENTTV
Consequence Tells Angie Martinez His Side Of The Scuffle With Joe Budden
Consequence Tells Angie Martinez His Side Of The Scuffle With Joe Budden.
- published: 16 Mar 2013
- views: 414
- author: Q9ENTTV
80:08
Joe Budden (Full Album)
1. Intro 0:00 2. #1 2:03 3. Pump It Up 6:07 4. Pusha Man 9:51 5. You Ain't Gotta Go Home 1...
published: 21 Mar 2013
author: NJBayonne03
Joe Budden (Full Album)
1. Intro 0:00 2. #1 2:03 3. Pump It Up 6:07 4. Pusha Man 9:51 5. You Ain't Gotta Go Home 14:10 6. Walk With Me -removed, to avoid being banned worldwide- 7. ...
- published: 21 Mar 2013
- author: NJBayonne03
20:29
Joe Budden Interview Jenny Boom Boom
...
published: 17 Jan 2013
author: JennyBoomBoomVision
Joe Budden Interview Jenny Boom Boom
- published: 17 Jan 2013
- views: 328
- author: JennyBoomBoomVision
68:24
Joe Budden & Emanny Dreamerz The Mixtape Mixed By DJ Focuz, Stretch Money, DJ Moon (Full Mixtape)
Hopefully we see a Mixtape Or Album from Joe Budden & Emanny in the near future it would b...
published: 13 Apr 2013
author: StretchMoneyy
Joe Budden & Emanny Dreamerz The Mixtape Mixed By DJ Focuz, Stretch Money, DJ Moon (Full Mixtape)
Hopefully we see a Mixtape Or Album from Joe Budden & Emanny in the near future it would be a classic but for now here goes our version enjoy "Dreamerz The M...
- published: 13 Apr 2013
- views: 92
- author: StretchMoneyy
20:11
JOE BUDDEN & KAYLIN PERFORM AT TOADS
Joe Budden and his girl Kaylin from Love and Hip Hop perform live at Toads....
published: 30 Mar 2013
author: Directioncyop
JOE BUDDEN & KAYLIN PERFORM AT TOADS
Joe Budden and his girl Kaylin from Love and Hip Hop perform live at Toads.
- published: 30 Mar 2013
- views: 512
- author: Directioncyop
49:50
Joe Budden Full Set 1 Of 2 At The New Parish In Oakland 11/28/12
Are You In That Mood Yet, Come Along, Sober Up, The Hard Part, Hammer Dance, Russian Roule...
published: 29 Nov 2012
author: easymgl .
Joe Budden Full Set 1 Of 2 At The New Parish In Oakland 11/28/12
Are You In That Mood Yet, Come Along, Sober Up, The Hard Part, Hammer Dance, Russian Roulette, Downfall, No Idea, Ordinary Love Shit Part 3, I Messed Up, Pum...
- published: 29 Nov 2012
- views: 427
- author: easymgl .
34:59
Joe Budden Full Set 2 Of 2 At The New Parish In Oakland 11/28/12
She Don't Put It Down Like You, Exxes, Goodbye, Truth Or Truth, Black Cloud, More Of Me....
published: 29 Nov 2012
author: easymgl .
Joe Budden Full Set 2 Of 2 At The New Parish In Oakland 11/28/12
She Don't Put It Down Like You, Exxes, Goodbye, Truth Or Truth, Black Cloud, More Of Me.
- published: 29 Nov 2012
- views: 203
- author: easymgl .
Vimeo results:
2:47
I Feel Ghood - Edit.
Riding by Tom Wallisch, Henrik Harlaut, Niklas Eriksson, Oscar Harlaut.
Filmed and edited...
published: 17 May 2009
author: Ante Olofsson
I Feel Ghood - Edit.
Riding by Tom Wallisch, Henrik Harlaut, Niklas Eriksson, Oscar Harlaut.
Filmed and edited by Andreas Olofsson.
Song: Fall Out Boy Feat. Joe Budden, 88-Keys & Murs - “America’s Suitehearts” (Remix)
6:18
UP CLOSE & PERSONAL - JOE BUDDEN
In the 1st Episode of the Up Close & Personal series Created & Directed by Executive Nick,...
published: 02 Jun 2009
author: Executive Nick
UP CLOSE & PERSONAL - JOE BUDDEN
In the 1st Episode of the Up Close & Personal series Created & Directed by Executive Nick, Joe Budden sits down with Nick and gives us his views on rival Mc's.
Directed & Interviewed by : Executive Nick
Edited by : Frederick Orozco
Filmed Exclusively at Fight Klub Studios
Special Thanks to Minya Oh & the staff at missinfo.tv
6:02
Joe Budden "Exxxes"
Directed by John Colombo
Padded Room in stores now!...
published: 07 Apr 2009
author: john colombo
Joe Budden "Exxxes"
Directed by John Colombo
Padded Room in stores now!
5:18
Raekwon Speaks On Joe Budden Situation in Toronto
Raekwon took a few minutes to speak on the situation with Joe Budden in between classics l...
published: 16 Aug 2009
author: Real Frequency
Raekwon Speaks On Joe Budden Situation in Toronto
Raekwon took a few minutes to speak on the situation with Joe Budden in between classics like "Incarcerated Scarfaces", "Rainy Dayz", "Daytona 500", and "Verbal Intercourse". After confirming he still has possession of the infamous tape, he went to say the following:
"This is about a kid who gets off on doing blogs. My thing is, I'm a business man, I'm here to make money, take care of my family and keep as many people safe as possible. We not gonna take it there cuz that's little shit... we are grown men. I will never jump out the window to sacrifice the situation with my family for something that ain't worth it. I don't want nobody to hurt that man or do anything to him because I'm so known in so many different places, that's the easiest shit in the world... I don't want that. We are going to keep it moving with hip-hop, he knows to respect his elders... that's it, I got love for him. I love you, Joe Budden."
He then segued into his verse from "Eye For An Eye". Lets hope this marks the end of this fiasco. More footage from the show coming soon, stay tuned. Shout out to the homies Covert Ops (Arcee & Marvel) for opening up the show! Covert Ops EP featuring production from Jake One, Rich Kidd, MoSS, Mr. Attic, and more coming soon!
http://therealfrequency.podbus.com/blog/
http://www.twitter.com/realfrequency
Youtube results:
43:21
Tsu Surf - A New Mood featuring Ab-Soul. Kevin Durant, Joe Budden and many more!
Tsu Surf - A New Mood 1.Dreams Money Can Buy 2 INTRO (PROD BY PIFF BEATZ) 2.Lone Thoughts ...
published: 05 Apr 2013
author: dismusicscrack
Tsu Surf - A New Mood featuring Ab-Soul. Kevin Durant, Joe Budden and many more!
Tsu Surf - A New Mood 1.Dreams Money Can Buy 2 INTRO (PROD BY PIFF BEATZ) 2.Lone Thoughts FT. LU JERZ (PROD BY TRUNKKNOCKAS) 3.Loaded Gun FT.JOE BUDDEN (PROD...
- published: 05 Apr 2013
- views: 531
- author: dismusicscrack
25:58
Rick Ross-Stay Schemin(Mega Remix) Feat.Drake,French Montanna,Brianna Perry,Joe Budden,+MORE
VVVVV ALL ARTIST INFO & DOWNLOAD BELOW VVVVV DJ TaDahh- Stay Schemin(Mega Mix) Feat Rick R...
published: 13 Feb 2013
author: DjTadahh
Rick Ross-Stay Schemin(Mega Remix) Feat.Drake,French Montanna,Brianna Perry,Joe Budden,+MORE
VVVVV ALL ARTIST INFO & DOWNLOAD BELOW VVVVV DJ TaDahh- Stay Schemin(Mega Mix) Feat Rick Ross,Drake,French Montanna ,Brianna Perry,Joe Budden,Lola Monroe,Joe...
- published: 13 Feb 2013
- views: 829
- author: DjTadahh
23:42
Joe Budden Mood Muzik Day 1 2/26/12 Irving Plaza
My footage from the first night of Joe Budden Mood Muzik Tour. 1 and 2 and some other trac...
published: 28 Feb 2012
Joe Budden Mood Muzik Day 1 2/26/12 Irving Plaza
My footage from the first night of Joe Budden Mood Muzik Tour. 1 and 2 and some other tracks he did. Sorry i was alittle hammered ha
- published: 28 Feb 2012
- views: 394
45:25
ARSONAL SPEAKS ON BATTLE WITH CALICO : SAYS JOE BUDDEN IS NOT HOOD
Arsonal stops by the Battle Rap Arena to chop it up with Norbes and JesseRican.
Talks on ...
published: 13 Nov 2011
ARSONAL SPEAKS ON BATTLE WITH CALICO : SAYS JOE BUDDEN IS NOT HOOD
Arsonal stops by the Battle Rap Arena to chop it up with Norbes and JesseRican.
Talks on his upcoming battle with Calicoe. Wants to battle T-Rex Next. Says Joe Budden is NOT HOOD!
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- published: 13 Nov 2011
- views: 13722
23:18
Joe Budden With The Breakfast Club Power 105.1 [Full Interview]
Joe Budden talks to the Breakfast Club about upcoming Slaughterhouse album, record with Li...
published: 07 Mar 2012
author: gregapk3
Joe Budden With The Breakfast Club Power 105.1 [Full Interview]
Joe Budden talks to the Breakfast Club about upcoming Slaughterhouse album, record with Lil Wayne, DJ Envy's bourgeoisie, and hiding under Tahiry's bed.
- published: 07 Mar 2012
- views: 316161
- author: gregapk3
15:35
Interview With Joe Budden [LHHNY] At The Breakfast Club Power 105.1
SUBSCRIBE: http://www.youtube.com/user/1051BreakfastClub Twitter: @cthagod Twitter: @angel...
published: 08 Jan 2013
author: 1051BreakfastClub
Interview With Joe Budden [LHHNY] At The Breakfast Club Power 105.1
SUBSCRIBE: http://www.youtube.com/user/1051BreakfastClub Twitter: @cthagod Twitter: @angelayee Twitter: @djenvy Twitter: @Power1051 Twitter: @BreakfastClubAM...
- published: 08 Jan 2013
- views: 151172
- author: 1051BreakfastClub
3:10
Joe Budden Talks Confronting Consequence
Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Joe Budden for an exclusive interview! ...
published: 03 Mar 2013
author: Thisis50Interviews
Joe Budden Talks Confronting Consequence
Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Joe Budden for an exclusive interview! Watch part 1 where he talks about being on the new season of Wild '...
- published: 03 Mar 2013
- views: 83452
- author: Thisis50Interviews
7:48
Joe Budden | Talks No Love Lost, SLV, & Threesomes
Jasmyn Luxe sits down with Joe Budden at Laced to discuss his mixtape A Loose Quarter and ...
published: 26 Dec 2012
author: Jasmyn Luxe
Joe Budden | Talks No Love Lost, SLV, & Threesomes
Jasmyn Luxe sits down with Joe Budden at Laced to discuss his mixtape A Loose Quarter and his upcoming album No Love Lost. Budden talks to us more about his ...
- published: 26 Dec 2012
- views: 5777
- author: Jasmyn Luxe
8:12
BIGVON Interviews Joe Budden
Joe Budden gets real! Describes his dream gig, give up the secret on how to get the ladies...
published: 10 Dec 2012
author: KMELtv
BIGVON Interviews Joe Budden
Joe Budden gets real! Describes his dream gig, give up the secret on how to get the ladies and promotes new music! Filmed and Edited by MrEricFisher.
- published: 10 Dec 2012
- views: 5302
- author: KMELtv
8:24
Joe Budden Says He Never Fought Anyone on Love & Hip-Hop
"I have no reason to fight anybody" - Joe Budden Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently s...
published: 14 Mar 2013
author: Thisis50Interviews
Joe Budden Says He Never Fought Anyone on Love & Hip-Hop
"I have no reason to fight anybody" - Joe Budden Thisis50 & Young Jack Thriller recently spoke with Joe Budden for an exclusive interview. Jack shows a pictu...
- published: 14 Mar 2013
- views: 65712
- author: Thisis50Interviews
4:28
AWKWARD! Joe Budden Confronts Consequence and Hot 97 Catches it on Camera
Check out what went down in our Hot97 Studios with Consequence & Joe Budden between our in...
published: 05 Feb 2013
author: HOT97NY
AWKWARD! Joe Budden Confronts Consequence and Hot 97 Catches it on Camera
Check out what went down in our Hot97 Studios with Consequence & Joe Budden between our interviews with them. Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://...
- published: 05 Feb 2013
- views: 549701
- author: HOT97NY
14:00
Is Tahiry still in Love with Joe Budden- Full interview
What really happened with Tahiry & J.R Smith & Fabolous & Joe Budden and did Ebro have a c...
published: 08 Jan 2013
author: HOT97NY
Is Tahiry still in Love with Joe Budden- Full interview
What really happened with Tahiry & J.R Smith & Fabolous & Joe Budden and did Ebro have a chance? Find out on Cipha, Rosenberg & KFoxx Hot97tv: http://www.hot...
- published: 08 Jan 2013
- views: 78824
- author: HOT97NY
11:16
Jenny Boom Boom Interviews Joe Budden Part 1
Joe Budden Stops Thru To The Hot Afternoon Show With Jenny Boom Boom. Joe Stopped By To Pl...
published: 02 May 2012
author: JENNYBOOMBOOMTV
Jenny Boom Boom Interviews Joe Budden Part 1
Joe Budden Stops Thru To The Hot Afternoon Show With Jenny Boom Boom. Joe Stopped By To Plug His Upcoming Shows, The Slaughterhouse Album And His Upcoming So...
- published: 02 May 2012
- views: 20106
- author: JENNYBOOMBOOMTV
19:57
Joe Budden Interview With DJ Whoo Kid
Joe Budden Interview With DJ Whoo Kid Joe Budden Interview With DJ Whoo Kid Joe Budden Int...
published: 29 Jan 2013
author: ABourneWinner
Joe Budden Interview With DJ Whoo Kid
Joe Budden Interview With DJ Whoo Kid Joe Budden Interview With DJ Whoo Kid Joe Budden Interview With DJ Whoo Kid Joe Budden Interview With DJ Whoo Kid Joe B...
- published: 29 Jan 2013
- views: 3257
- author: ABourneWinner
4:15
She Don't Put It Down
Music video by Joe Budden performing She Don't Put It Down. 2013 Entertainment One U.S., L...
published: 06 Feb 2013
author: JoeBuddenVEVO
She Don't Put It Down
Music video by Joe Budden performing She Don't Put It Down. 2013 Entertainment One U.S., LP.
- published: 06 Feb 2013
- views: 2249573
- author: JoeBuddenVEVO
16:29
Tahiry (Joe Budden's Ex) Interview w/ The Breakfast Club Power 105.1 [Love & Hip Hop]
Tahiry (Joe Budden's Ex) Interview w/ The Breakfast Club NEW VIDEOS EVERY DAY -- SUBSCRIBE...
published: 11 Jan 2013
author: HipHopOverload
Tahiry (Joe Budden's Ex) Interview w/ The Breakfast Club Power 105.1 [Love & Hip Hop]
Tahiry (Joe Budden's Ex) Interview w/ The Breakfast Club NEW VIDEOS EVERY DAY -- SUBSCRIBE!
- published: 11 Jan 2013
- views: 7780
- author: HipHopOverload
9:47
Emilio Sparks Interviews Joe Budden
Emilio Sparks the 'Charlie Rose' of hip-hop is at it again. His Twitter campaign to interv...
published: 08 Oct 2009
author: degocast
Emilio Sparks Interviews Joe Budden
Emilio Sparks the 'Charlie Rose' of hip-hop is at it again. His Twitter campaign to interview Joe Budden was a success ! They talk about the Joe's internet p...
- published: 08 Oct 2009
- views: 9911
- author: degocast
12:47
Joe Budden talks about Love & Hip Hop, Raqi Thunda Comments, Drug use & More!!!
Joe Budden talks about Love & Hip Hop, Raqi Thunda Comments, Drug use & More!!! Hot97tv: h...
published: 07 Jan 2013
author: HOT97NY
Joe Budden talks about Love & Hip Hop, Raqi Thunda Comments, Drug use & More!!!
Joe Budden talks about Love & Hip Hop, Raqi Thunda Comments, Drug use & More!!! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Facebook: ht...
- published: 07 Jan 2013
- views: 88751
- author: HOT97NY
Vimeo results:
2:47
I Feel Ghood - Edit.
Riding by Tom Wallisch, Henrik Harlaut, Niklas Eriksson, Oscar Harlaut.
Filmed and edited...
published: 17 May 2009
author: Ante Olofsson
I Feel Ghood - Edit.
Riding by Tom Wallisch, Henrik Harlaut, Niklas Eriksson, Oscar Harlaut.
Filmed and edited by Andreas Olofsson.
Song: Fall Out Boy Feat. Joe Budden, 88-Keys & Murs - “America’s Suitehearts” (Remix)
6:18
UP CLOSE & PERSONAL - JOE BUDDEN
In the 1st Episode of the Up Close & Personal series Created & Directed by Executive Nick,...
published: 02 Jun 2009
author: Executive Nick
UP CLOSE & PERSONAL - JOE BUDDEN
In the 1st Episode of the Up Close & Personal series Created & Directed by Executive Nick, Joe Budden sits down with Nick and gives us his views on rival Mc's.
Directed & Interviewed by : Executive Nick
Edited by : Frederick Orozco
Filmed Exclusively at Fight Klub Studios
Special Thanks to Minya Oh & the staff at missinfo.tv
6:02
Joe Budden "Exxxes"
Directed by John Colombo
Padded Room in stores now!...
published: 07 Apr 2009
author: john colombo
Joe Budden "Exxxes"
Directed by John Colombo
Padded Room in stores now!
5:18
Raekwon Speaks On Joe Budden Situation in Toronto
Raekwon took a few minutes to speak on the situation with Joe Budden in between classics l...
published: 16 Aug 2009
author: Real Frequency
Raekwon Speaks On Joe Budden Situation in Toronto
Raekwon took a few minutes to speak on the situation with Joe Budden in between classics like "Incarcerated Scarfaces", "Rainy Dayz", "Daytona 500", and "Verbal Intercourse". After confirming he still has possession of the infamous tape, he went to say the following:
"This is about a kid who gets off on doing blogs. My thing is, I'm a business man, I'm here to make money, take care of my family and keep as many people safe as possible. We not gonna take it there cuz that's little shit... we are grown men. I will never jump out the window to sacrifice the situation with my family for something that ain't worth it. I don't want nobody to hurt that man or do anything to him because I'm so known in so many different places, that's the easiest shit in the world... I don't want that. We are going to keep it moving with hip-hop, he knows to respect his elders... that's it, I got love for him. I love you, Joe Budden."
He then segued into his verse from "Eye For An Eye". Lets hope this marks the end of this fiasco. More footage from the show coming soon, stay tuned. Shout out to the homies Covert Ops (Arcee & Marvel) for opening up the show! Covert Ops EP featuring production from Jake One, Rich Kidd, MoSS, Mr. Attic, and more coming soon!
http://therealfrequency.podbus.com/blog/
http://www.twitter.com/realfrequency
Youtube results:
10:41
Young Jack Thriller Interview With Joe Budden
Jack Thriller recently interviewed Joe Budden. He speaks on his album "Mood Muzik 4", his ...
published: 16 Dec 2010
author: Jack Thriller
Young Jack Thriller Interview With Joe Budden
Jack Thriller recently interviewed Joe Budden. He speaks on his album "Mood Muzik 4", his performance at BB King recently, being an independent artist, Slaug...
- published: 16 Dec 2010
- views: 36600
- author: Jack Thriller
5:35
Joe Budden Interview - Speaks on His Approach to Consequence (Sway in the Morning)
Joe Budden Interview - Speaks on His Approach to Consequence (Sway in the Morning) Like: h...
published: 17 Feb 2013
author: FlashMixtapes
Joe Budden Interview - Speaks on His Approach to Consequence (Sway in the Morning)
Joe Budden Interview - Speaks on His Approach to Consequence (Sway in the Morning) Like: http://facebook.com/MixtapeAffiliates.
- published: 17 Feb 2013
- views: 525
- author: FlashMixtapes
12:14
Rappers wearing Diapers? Raqi Thunda talks about Joe Budden & Tahiry & much more
Raqi Thunda talks about Joe Budden size and texture, cast of Love & Hip Hop & much more! H...
published: 02 Jan 2013
author: HOT97NY
Rappers wearing Diapers? Raqi Thunda talks about Joe Budden & Tahiry & much more
Raqi Thunda talks about Joe Budden size and texture, cast of Love & Hip Hop & much more! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Fac...
- published: 02 Jan 2013
- views: 42348
- author: HOT97NY
10:43
Joe Budden Speaks on Tahiry's Mental Issues to Ciph & Rosenberg
The title says it all. TURN UP!! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.co...
published: 05 Feb 2013
author: HOT97NY
Joe Budden Speaks on Tahiry's Mental Issues to Ciph & Rosenberg
The title says it all. TURN UP!! Hot97tv: http://www.hot97.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/HOT97 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HOT97OFFICIAL.
- published: 05 Feb 2013
- views: 96266
- author: HOT97NY
photo: AP / Koji Sasahara
14 May 2013
The Japanese military's forced prostitution of Asian women before and during World War II was necessary to "maintain discipline" in the ranks and provide rest for soldiers, an outspoken nationalist mayor has said. The comments made on Monday are already raising anger in neighbouring countries that bore the brunt of Japan's wartime aggression, and that have long complained that Japan has failed to make amends for wartime atrocities ... ....(size: 8.3Kb)
photo: AP / Lens Young Homsi
14 May 2013
Article by WN.com Correspondent Dallas Darling. "If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?" Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Like bloodthirsty vultures circling overhead above the regional and global Israeli-Syrian Crisis, domino theories and utopian ideologies are again ready to pounce on and gorge themselves with their next victims ... But as domino theories and utopian states end in ruin, eventually, so too may Israel ... South Vietnam....(size: 5.8Kb)
photo: AP / Doug Parker
13 May 2013
NEW ORLEANS — Gunmen opened fire on people marching in a neighborhood Mother's Day parade in New Orleans on Sunday, wounding at least 19. Order Reprints. Doug Parker New Orleans Police investigate shooting at the intersection Frenchman Street at N. Villere on Mother's Day in New Orleans, Sunday May 12, 2013 ... Villere on Mother's Day in New Orleans, Sunday May 12, 2013 ... S ... Villere on Mother's Day in New Orleans, Sunday May 12, 2013 ... ....(size: 8.6Kb)
photo: AP / Health Protection Agency
13 May 2013
MOSCOW, May 13 (RIA Novosti) - The World Health Organization (WHO) said Sunday it is possible that the novel coronavirus (NCoV) can transmit between people in close contact ... NCoV may cause pneumonia and sometimes kidney failure. Its cases have been detected in Saudi Arabia and Jordan ... ....(size: 1.3Kb)
photo: Creative Commons / Takoradee
13 May 2013
Eating more insects could help fight world hunger, according to a new UN report. The report by the UN Food and Agriculture Organization says that eating insects could help boost nutrition and reduce pollution. It notes than over 2 billion people worldwide already supplement their diet with insects. However it admits that "consumer disgust" remains a large barrier in many Western countries ... Nutritional value ... Delicacies....(size: 2.4Kb)
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The Examiner
15 May 2013
Molly is a dangerous drug that hides behind a friendly name. The name is short for molecule and it’s supposed to be a pure form of MDMA ... Dangers of MollyDangers of Molly ... Last week, rapper Joe Budden spoke out publicly about the dangers of Molly after he spent a whole summer binging on the designer drug ... With the love and support of family and friends, Budden was able to kick the habit and encourages other users to do the same ... Tweet ... ....(size: 9.8Kb)
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The Examiner
07 May 2013
Head to MetLife Stadium on Sunday, June 2, 2013 for your chance to see Wu-Tang Clan, Miguel, Kendrick Lamar, Chris Brown, Wale, Fabolous, 2 Chainz, French Montana, A$AP Rocky, and Joe Budden, and of course only the biggest and hottest surprise guests in Hip Hop! Be a part of Hip Hop history at District 97 at the most anticipated concert of the year as HOT 97 celebrates 20 years of this legendary event ... to 6 p.m ... Tweet. 0 Email ... Comments....(size: 6.4Kb)
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The Examiner
06 May 2013
I had to find out who was singing this song or what is was called, so I begun to do a bit of research and before I could actually discover who it was, Joe Budden popped on with a verse ... Joe Budden)- "I Messed Up"Emanny (ft. Joe Budden)- "I Messed Up" ... Joe Budden isn’t the only artist that you’ve been blessed to work with, who are some other people you’ve had the opportunity to work with?....(size: 11.5Kb)
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The Examiner
03 May 2013
Chris Brown, Kendrick Lamar, and Wu-Tang Clan are among the superstar acts who will heat up the stage at Summer Jam this year. Hot 97 has finally revealed the official lineup for its annual concert. The 20th annual radio-sponsored event will take place at Sunday, June 2, at MetLife Stadium in East Rutherford, New Jersey, with performances from Wale, Miguel, 2 Chainz, Fabolous, A$AP Rocky, French Montana, and Joe Budden ... Tweet. 0 Email ... 6....(size: 4.8Kb)
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noodls
02 May 2013
Joe Budden ... Miguel, Kendrick Lamar, Chris Brown, Wale, Fabolous, 2 Chainz, French Montana, A$AP Rocky, and Joe Budden, and of course only the biggest and hottest surprise guests in Hip Hop! Be a part of Hip Hop history at District 97 at the most anticipated concert of the year as HOT 97 celebrates 20 years of this legendary event. ....(size: 3.8Kb)
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New York Daily News
02 May 2013
... Lamar, Chris Brown, Wale, Fabolous, 2 Chainz, French Montana, A$AP Rocky and Joe Budden....(size: 0.5Kb)
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Mashable
01 May 2013
"This ain't no farm.". "This ain't no farm." ... Other than the musicians mentioned above, GIG-IT told Mashable the roster includes Flo Rida, Miguel, Rick Ross, Talib Kweli, Sean Kingston, MGK, Tyga, Slaughter House, Joe Budden and more. "As someone who appreciates social media and technology, I think GIG-IT is a great platform that allows us as artists to engage with our fans in a whole new way," Joe Budden said ... BONUS ... Facebook-Home-Setup....(size: 4.1Kb)
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Star Telegram
25 Apr 2013
The Associated Press. ATLANTA -- Mona Scott-Young used to wake up in a cold sweat at night, wondering if she made the right decision to leave her list of high-profile hip-hop clients to branch off and create reality television shows. That's a dilemma the creator of the popular reality series Love & Hip-Hop on VH1 doesn't have to worry about anymore ... Some of the cast members include Yandy Smith, Tahiry Jose and Joe Budden ... ....(size: 3.1Kb)
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The Hollywood Reporter
25 Apr 2013
1. 13. 0. 0. 0. Email Print Comments. Three new reality series are joining the cabler's slate, while sister network MTV2 sets debut for Nick Cannon's "Wild 'n Out" return. MTV is hoping for its next scripted hit in Scream.our editor recommends ... 'Buckwild' Dead ... STORY ... STORY ... July 9, Cannon will be joined by Kevin Hart, Guy Code's Lil DuVal, Amar'e Stoudemire, Mac Miller, 2Chainz, Machine Gun Kelly, A$AP Rocky and Joe Budden ... E-mail ... 1. 13....(size: 3.5Kb)
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Digital Spy
25 Apr 2013
MTV has renewed Snooki & JWoww for a third season. The Jersey Shore spinoff follows Nicole 'Snooki' Polizzi and Jenni 'JWoww' Farley as they negotiate life's ups and downs. © WENN / MTV. Snooki & JWoww ... Kevin Hart, Mac Miller, 2Chainz, A$AP Rocky and Joe Budden are among the stars joining the America's Got Talent host for the new run. A number of new reality shows have also been commissioned by MTV ... "It's hell". More ... Previous ... Snooki ... ....(size: 8.6Kb)
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 Joe Budden performing live at Rialto Theater in Tucson, AZ (April 11, 2012). |
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| Background information | |
| Birth name | Joseph Anthony Budden II |
| Born | (1980-08-31) August 31, 1980 (age 31) |
| Origin | Jersey City, New Jersey |
| Genres | Hip hop |
| Occupations | Rapper |
| Years active | 2002 – present |
| Labels | Def Jam, Desert Storm, Amalgam Digital, E1, Shady Records |
| Associated acts | Slaughterhouse, Emanny |
| Website | www.joebuddentv.com |
Joe Budden (born August 31, 1980) is an American rapper from Jersey City, New Jersey.
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Career[link]
In the year 2003, Budden released his debut solo studio album, Joe Budden. It included Budden's 2003 Grammy-nominated summer hit "Pump It Up", and was also featured in the soundtrack for the movie 2 Fast 2 Furious and the video games Def Jam Vendetta, Def Jam Fight for NY, and Madden NFL 2004. The song "Focus" was also featured in the game and Joe Budden was also a character. Its second single was "Fire" featuring Busta Rhymes, which was in the movie Mean Girls. The song "Drop Drop" was featured on the soundtrack for the movie Cradle 2 the Grave. Joe has hinted in many songs that he was a recovering drug addict and has reaffirmed his position several times through multiple outlets.
After his debut album, Budden's sophomore release titled ‘The Growth’ was hampered due to the label's problems with Joe and his Def Jam seniors not happy with the direction of his music. The production of the album appeared to end up in a development hell and was ultimately not released. Continued disagreements between Budden and Def Jam forced the two sides to part ways.[1] However, Budden managed to release the first and second installments of his Mood Muzik mixtape series while on Def Jam, and the series has been met with critical acclaim.[2]
In December 2007 Budden signed a multi-album deal with Amalgam Digital and released his independent debut Padded Room as well as Mood Muzik 3: The Album, Halfway House, and Escape Route.
Joe Budden reached out to Crooked I, Royce da 5'9", Joell Ortiz and Nino Bless for a track titled "Slaughterhouse" on one of his Amalgam Digital releases, Halfway House.[3] Based on the reception of the track, they decided to form a group, minus Nino Bless, and named it after the first song they made together.[3] They released numerous songs throughout early 2009, leading up to their self-titled album, which was released through E1 on August 11, 2009.[4] The album features production from Alchemist, DJ Khalil, Mr. Porter, Streetrunner, plus guest appearances from Pharoahe Monch, K. Young, and The New Royales.[5] The group signed with Shady Records on January 12, 2011.[6]
Personal life[link]
Budden has a son from a previous relationship.[7] In 2010, he was wanted by New Jersey police in relation to unpaid child support payments.[8]
Budden has also been in the spotlight for his numerous controversies with other rappers including Grafh, Jay-Z, Game, Prodigy, Canibus, Maino, G-Unit, Saigon, J-Hood, Busta Rhymes, Sky Highh, Ransom, MoeRoc and an incident involving several members of the Wu-Tang Clan[9]
Discography[link]
Main article: Joe Budden discography
Studio albums[link]
- 2003: Joe Budden
- 2008: Halfway House
- 2009: Padded Room
- 2009: Escape Route
- TBA: The Great Escape
Collaboration albums[link]
- 2009: Slaughterhouse (with Slaughterhouse)
- 2011: Slaughterhouse EP (with Slaughterhouse)
- 2012: Welcome to: Our House (with Slaughterhouse)
Mixtapes[link]
- 2004: Mood Muzik: The Worst of Joe Budden
- 2006: Mood Muzik 2: Can It Get Any Worse?
- 2007: Mood Muzik 3: For Better or for Worse
- 2010: Mood Muzik 4: A Turn 4 The Worst
- 2011: Mood Muzik 4.5: The Worst Is Yet To Come
Awards and nominations[link]
- Grammy Awards
- 2004, Best Male Rap Solo Performance: "Pump It Up" (nominated).
- Other awards
- 2003 Vibe Next Award (winner).
- United Kingdom, MOBO (Music of Black Origin) Award for "Clubbin" with Marques Houston (nominated).
- United Kingdom, MOBO (Music of Black Origin) Award for Best Rap Performance (nominated).
- 2004 Black Reel Award for Best Song from a Movie for "Pump It Up" in 2 Fast 2 Furious (nominated).
References[link]
- ^ "Joe Budden leaves Def Jam". Yorapper.com. 2007-10-10. http://www.yorapper.com/joe-budden-leaves-def-jam/. Retrieved 2011-02-27.
- ^ "New CD's". The New York Times. January 16, 2006. http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/16/arts/music/16choi.html.
- ^ a b "FEATURE: Crooked I, The Freestyler[Definitive Dozen] | Hip Hop On A Higher Level". Xxlmag.Com. http://www.xxlmag.com/online/?p=53509. Retrieved 2011-02-27.
- ^ "Slaughterhouse". Allmusic. http://www.allmusic.com/album/r1596722. Retrieved 2012-03-30.
- ^ Kuperstein, Slava (2009-08-10). "Slaughterhouse - self-titled | Read Hip Hop Reviews, Rap Reviews & Hip Hop Album Reviews". HipHopDX. http://www.hiphopdx.com/index/reviews/id.1237/title.slaughterhouse-self-titled. Retrieved 2011-02-27.
- ^ RealTalkNY (2011-01-12). "Eminem Officially Signs Slaughterhouse & Yelawolf To Shady Records | RealTalkNY". Realtalkny.uproxx.com. http://realtalkny.uproxx.com/2011/01/topic/topic/news/eminem-officially-signs-slaughterhouse-yelawolf-to-shady-records/. Retrieved 2011-02-27.
- ^ "XclusivetraX presents - Joe Budden - At Home w/ Girlfriend and Son". xclusivetrax.com. http://www.xclusivetrax.com/index.php?option=com_traxartist&task=playVideo&id=1148. Retrieved 2012-03-30.
- ^ Jones, Biz (2010-10-18). "Joe Budden Wanted By New Jersey Police". Sohh.Com. http://www.sohh.com/2010/10/joe_budden_arrest_warrant_issued_in_new.html. Retrieved 2012-03-30.
- ^ Langhorne, Cyrus (2009-09-16). "Raekwon's Associate Comes Forward, "I Punched [Joe Budden] In The Face Cause He Was Wrong" [Video". Sohh.Com. http://www.sohh.com/2009/09/raekwons_associate_comes.html. Retrieved 2011-02-27.
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