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
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
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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