• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Who We Are - Jozeemo
• Lose It - Jozeemo
• Feelings - Jozeemo
• Cry Now Laf Later - Jozeemo

[Chorus x2: Joe Scudda (Jozeemo)]
I'm from R baby, Raleigh
H.O.J., Joe Scudda, you know who we are baby
(I'm from the D homie, East Durham)
(L.O.V., Jozeemo, yeah that's me homie)
[Jozeemo:]
Blue Devils, new bezzles in crude metal
Durham niggas gunplay at a new level
City of medicine, pharmacy grade
Cocaina and heroine make the llamas get sprayed
It's an everyday thing to see the running the bulls
The gangbangers flag up and get to running in schools
South side be the red dragon, east be the deep blue
The west ended cannibals, them niggas got to eat too
Up north is blood sport but don't get it twisted
The Chevys ride clean and twenty-sixes got 'em lifted
The strip club, no it's a C.O.D. orgy
The cabaret royale treat Jozee' like royalty
Scudda reassure me, why do I live here?
(You love that Bull City bullshit) Get this clear
I rep the Dirty, it's my way or no way
And Raleigh got my back bitch, listen to what Joe say
[Chorus x2]
[Joe Scudda:]
I'm from the cap' city where you can act gritty
And my Raleigh wolves will leave your ass smacked silly
Home of the liquor house, bootleg liquor spots
Get your card game, get your dollar liquor shots
Out of towners come to school down here for a year
End up acting a fool down here
Catch a case thinking this shit is cool down here
Get replaced with the next cat that moved down here
Move 'em in, move 'em out, this the city Biggie talked about
Saying "licks went for twenties down South"
Come down here, get you a spouse
Around a hundred Gs will get you a house, got you some land
Raleigh Durham I swear, everybody got fam
If we can't do what we want then we do what we can
You can't do shit for five, we can do it in grand
I love my city so my city's tattooed next to my hand, c'mon

[Jozeemo:]
I got chickens looking at me from the left and the right
They wanna be wife, all I want is head for the night
See I'm dressed kinda tight but I'm sweating out my clothes
Cause I'm hot and I'm sick and damn tired of these shows
Let me stop lying, I love being in the light
Cause I know the crowd waiting just for me to get it hype
All I'm needing is a mic and a bag of that sticky
Couple drinks got me feeling like a badass niggy
Wanna dive off stage but I weigh two-fifty
I ain't fucking up my threads cause I'm way too jiggy
Hit me, I'm a be up in the back where the woods at
Wanna tour every city, find out where their hood's at
I don't need a hood rat, fame gave me booshie ass
And she got girlfriends, now I'm playing booty tag
You can brag, Jo' keep it moving with a smile
I'm losing my mind, but at least a nigga lose it in his style
[Chorus: Jozeemo]
Now throw your hands up and "lose it"
Turn your bottles up and "lose it"
Spark the kush up and "lose it"
Turn the music up and "lose it"
I'm out of my zone, I'm out of Patron
I know I'm bout "lose it", I'm out of my dome
Now throw your hands up and "lose it"
Turn your bottles up and "lose it"
Spark the kush up and "lose it"
Turn the music up and "lose it"
I'm going insane, it's part of the game
A nigga bout to "lose it", I know it's the fame
[Phonte:]
Uh, it ain't nothing like being on centre stage with all
The people screaming while me and my niggas is facing off
Go to your corner homie, you gon' need the taping guards
No scratch that nigga, you gon' need the grace of God
When we finish tonight, you won't want to face tomorrow
The rap, the bling, the cake, yeah we take 'em all
Cause err'night, them boys they bust asses
On stage they don't play +fare+ like +bus passes+
I'm Phontigallo, Master of Ceremony
Master of simile and master of metaphor
So you might as well get used to me amigo
Tigallo Tarantino, top +Dog+ in your +Reservoir+
I wrote this to give niggas direction
I eff Gary Graham so that I don't have to play him
I'm on my way home way past third base
When you see 'Te face, keep stepping to the ace
[Chorus]
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Check, I play the side, Pooh cooler than the mud
White T, low pro, asking who he was
My [? ], drink another, now I'm buzz
Cooler than a fan, nobody do it like we does
I'm mic handling, send niggas scrambling
Rapper Pooh hammering, crazy like Cameron
I'm outstanding whenever I dictate
Words over beats, fuck niggas better get straight
Get great, take plates, eating steak again
Can't wait, back to serve, I'm the baker man
Rock shows, rock hoes, why you hating Stan?
Thought I said ain't nobody like me
Live on stage like Dilated P
No more freestyling, now I rap for a fee
LS 400 or I'm low in a Capri
Either way it go, your girl came to see me!

[Jozeemo:]
I bet you niggas ain't know East Durham was down with the Hall of Justus
I know you haters don't like that shit
Your boy Jozeemo! Khrysis, let's get this bitch popping
Yeah, I've been gone for a minute but I'm back again
I got the hundred round drum for the MAC again
Don't get shook now cause Jozeemo's back in the building
I spit bars that turn old folks back into children
I'm a little more cocky, lost a few pounds
So I'm a little less stocky, hoes still gon' jock me
And the pound still sloppy, it'll mess up your shirt
It ain't nothing for the wrestler to work, you fucking jerk
Jo' Murder in the house, tell your mama I'm home
And while she swallow the bone, you can swallow the chrome
If I see your little sister I'm a follow her home
Make her give a nigga the ass, then followed by dome
This here's for y'all bitches, I ain't talking bout chicks
I'm talking bout lame niggas with pussies instead of dicks
Yeah you nigga, Jozee' will bring it to your clique
If you still looking, holler at Kodak and take a flick
[Chorus:]
Me and you ain't finna have no dealings nigga
Fuck you from the flo' to the ceiling nigga
I'm better than most of y'all, that's the realest nigga
Shit, I had to get up in your feelings nigga
What you mad for? You got him in his feelings Jo'
Why you crying bitch? You got him in his feelings Jo'
Where's all that tough talk? You got him in his feelings Jo'
Click, clack, baby he don't need to feel no mo'
[Jozeemo:]
Uh, it's Joziggy and no niggy can flow with me
Been rolling with +guerrilla units+ before +50+
Fuck bitches in their mouth leaving their throats sticky
Every time I leave the house I'm bringing the toast with me
Now I'm digging, you lock down blocks, I control cities
Bullets will leave you with a passion mark but it's no hicky
Flow sticky and massacre tracks like a know Biggie
You like "He ain't say what I think he just said did he? "
Yeah, the big gunner is back
Right hand on the trigger, finger fucking a MAC
You don't want it with that, you don't want to see the llama react
Cause your wifey will be a widow, I can promise you that
Hop in the G5 and fly, the same I sit back
With a hundred kilos of coke and cook it all into crack
Then front it out, cause hand-to-hand, I don't bother with that
I'm a boss, leave a message, I ain't calling you back
[Chorus]
[Jozeemo:]
Yo, you pussy niggas act all the same
Pointing fingers giving all the blame
Don't be hollering about y'all, be a man nigga, call my name
So I can pick the silly audiences off your brain
When you first stepped to Jo', that's when them problems came
I wet niggas like a storm but it's hardly rain
You looking at L.O.V. like my squad's a gang
Just cause we strapped up, you right, we'll probably bang
And I ain't talking bout colors and flags
I'm talking bout assault rifles and mags, and four dicks to brag
Night vision scope niggas, bust cliques in half
And have my drug dealing homies throw bricks to ass
I don't hustle or rob niggas, more chips to have
Trick or treat like Halloween, more chicks to bag
You going the wrong way nigga, switch your path
Cause that slick shit you spitting, it can get you stabbed

[Intro:]
So here we are, it's just me and you tough guy
And I don't hear you laughing now you fuck
It's not much fun when the rabbit's got the gun is it?
You fucking piece of shit
You see, I'm the real gangsta here
Not you and your posse full of street niggas, me
Look at me motherfucker, I did this to you
Remember me
[Jozeemo:]
J-dot, O-dot, Z to the M-O
You don't wanna get splattered? I'm a need you to get low
Aim a barrel longer than my sleeve at your kinfolk
Spare the women and children but squeeze at the menfolk
I figure that you never heard nothing like this from the H.O.J.
Well this ain't your day
Now you mad, I don't flip a phrase and spit it your way
Dho say I'm good, I'm staying hood, just get with Phonte
Get with Pooh, get with 9th, they can vouch for my gutter flow
If Hip Hop was a bitch then I'm sorry that I raped that hoe
I'm here to get the cake and dough, pack this product, make a scope
If life ain't bout choices, what the hell they make The Matrix fo'?
Fuck Smith, it's Agent Jo', spit artefacts but ain't your flow
Relieve you from the bread cause I'm feeling like it ain't your dough
That's my shit, you kidnapped it, held it up for hostage
My love for smoking aces, filled the hammer up with hot shit
[Interlude:]
See, it's over for you, you son of a bitch
No, this boy's gonna learn some respect
You think you're bad with your tattoos and your gang signs
Well you're wrong nigga
Bad is spelt S.E.D. around here, us
We are the baddest motherfuckers on the planet
Now say goodnight to the real bad guy
Get him out of my sight
[Jozeemo:]
This rap shit, I'm passed it, the bastard of an artist
The beat fucked my mother so I came out retarded
The flow was like 'caine, it was lined up and snorted
The mic was strong arm, fuck it I couldn't afford it
We all in together now, all for the cheddar now
Started out raw, I'm still raw with a better style
Lyrics where the pedophiles molested me
Made me a monster, gangsta rap made me a sponsor
Fuck your criticisms and your bad form gestures
Unless you got gwap, you'se a potential investor?
No I ain't think so, opinions mean shit
Got a mean grip, buck and get your fucking spleen flipped
C-I-Gs different folk, watch me inhale insanity
Niggas was like cattle, goddamn crackers branded me
Fed O'Reilly's demanding me to change my path
I found it funny and responded with the strangest laugh
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