[Hook]
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin'
Racked up, no wallet
Keep a bad bitch in my team
I should join the league
NBA, never broke again, never going broke again
NBA, never broke again, never going broke again
Cause bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin
I fuck her once, don't call her
My niggas gettin' that green, we in a different league
NBA, never broke again, never going broke again
NBA, never broke again, never going broke again
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Got so much money I got racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
Bitch so much money my shit stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks
you see me smokin' and you know I got that pack, I got that sack
I got that O, I hit the club I lose control
I smoke that loud
I know the grower, ball like the owner
Hits this gym make things move slower
I'm never sober, roll some weed or eyes gets lower
I'm in my old school ride it sounds just like a new remoter
They're wondering how I get these mills,
And still live like a stoner, no other way
I get a 100k from each promoter or more than that
Hold up money, long it don't fall out,
Let me get some gin pour up, got some fun weed roll up,
Niggas got their gang thrown' up
These niggas got their game, they got it from us
I'm with my gang and my niggas go nuts
You talkin' money best believe I show up
And all the real niggas know us
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Talkin' money but walkin' funny, is it any reason ya'll starvin'
I spell bull and by spelling force
Do I really need to bag your part?
And my jersey say James I don't play games,
Like Bron when he in that Garden
And, wait I said that all wrong,
She don't need to rock when I put my hard in
My new nickname is just watch
Might not join might just watch
New yacht master just a watch
Doubten me I tell em just watch
Them diamonds yellow them beams are red
and them hands are tucked they dont show
Plus them shooters with me got the green light
So why the fuck you don't think they wont go?
Hold up, your chick traded post game
and no shame she felt your man
She probably on Joe Johnson
Cause I never be on that Elton Brand
It's YSL, she's fly as hell
Tell the come to go to my ride
You cant blame hoes aint Peter Rose
Now she a thorne in my side
Grow up, P-R-P-S is over my Timbs
Way shorty blew me at it was only right I showed her my bench
Let my millions hit, when the fan hit
Spend all these bills on liquor
Fricken Jersey love is team
Still we got the realest niggas Joey
[Hook]
[Verse 3: French Montana]
Keep a bad bitch on my team
Got bout 5 ounce of that lean
My chain blue-ray on that screen
I spent two days countin that cream
Got bout five acres on my doorway
Your main bitch is my throw away
Got bout eight whips they brainless
My main bitch like shorty
Got my top down her hair out
Isolate and she clear out
Fast break my bread straight
One hand shake and I bail out
Hit streets corner bitches callin tell em break friend
Derrick Rose ballin bitch never goin broke again
..my shades
Clear ice they skate
Lebron James on that break
Real estate with that lake
Shootin from half court got you by a long shot
Montana, that nigga from the Bronx block
Mic check, mic check 1-2 1-2
Made a lot of mishaps, lot of mistakes, lot of missteps
Grown shit though, is when you can recognize that
And I recognize that, and real recognize that
Talk to em...
Last word, check it, unbeatable force, insurmountable object
Bull should've known better than counting me out, I'm from the projects
So if I ever do it for greed, indeed something is wrong
Prepare for the future, remember I used to get heat from the oven on
They wanted to see Budden gone, fiend'd out on sour
But nobody helped put Budden on, had to bring my own power so
I'm having a private party, that only myself attends
And if the DJ plays the song to my soul, it'll give itself a cleanse
They telling me all the pain I ever felt was self-infringed
But I had help from friends, one even held the syringe
Architect of my own path, I'd like to think it's designed the best
Defied the odds, I never aged while giving time a test
No niggas on house arrest, I'm on a minor rest
You trying to call me or text me, don't even bother, I'm trying to give mine a rest
I got a treasure but its content is invisible
Was filled before with shit that I thought I treasured, but made me miserable
My affairs together, here forever, yeah I'm back to work
Learned in order to lose love, probably gotta have it first
My life's a crap shoot, my dice are loaded, ain't no stopping me
Most interesting man, a hard place is between a rock and me
I'm torn within, and my eyes are heavy
I'm born again, just means I died already
Means I survived already, so fuck they want with me?
World been against me so long, misery hates my company
Isolated my whole life, not many know who Joseph is
In order to reciprocate love, you gotta notice it
Gotta recognize it, gotta feel it first
Gotta be let inside it, feel its hurt and then kneel to its worst
If you contain it, don't hide it, gotta reveal it first
And when you think you hit rock bottom, gotta feel it worse
Or, my rule book is just dated
And for you to truly appreciate it, you gotta at least be hated
Mama I made it, if anyone know my way was hard
They prayed for my Downfall on deaf ears, I was praying to God
So God, I loved love till it resented me
And if it's still a stranger, then I love who it pretends to be
No Love Lost
No love found
They found a little bit though
I don't know where they found it out, but it was there
So I guess the moral of the story,
Is as you mature, so will it
Just gotta find it
Our first again
Our first again
Our first again
Our first again
Our first again
Our first again
Our first again
Our first again
Our first again, our first again
Our first again, our first again
Our first again, our first again, our first again
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference
Give me the strength to be myself
I can see what they mad for, shit I would be mad too
They wouldn't acknowledge me, shit my name was taboo
Could fuck who I want now, should be my next tattoo
Passed up on your bitch, she'll settle and have you
You live in a basement, me, I'm in a castle
And since I'm a drop-out, that's my cap and tassel
Closest thing to a rockstar, my friends call me Axl
To keep it a hundred I think the credit is past due
I mean, shit's to be expected by now
When the top-tier MCs dodge, it don't annoy me
If they hearing it like I am, it ain't a shock they avoid me
Personally, I think you niggas is beat
He done battled a million times, he got yet to be beat
Signed to an M&M; but it's these other niggas that's sweet
Top down and adopted the crown and
I walk out fresh kicks and all this hatred on me
And I won't give it back, so yall gonna have to take it from me
Shoulda got this dough by now
Or should I be that nigga, I could show you how
Been a few years, figured yall would know by now
I see why they call him lame though, I would call him lame too
They wanted me out of here, but since then my fame grew
Used to be on house arrest, bracelet on my ankle
Couple million later and they shocked that I'm the same dude
Quick big up to Wu Tang, deaded all that Meth stuff
Youngin's go and look for beef, adults don't let it fester
Some of yall still judge though, still believe in Esther
Yall gonna let that ho stop yall from hearing what the best does?
Some of yall don't know no better so yall just neglect
So they'd rather compare my current girlfriend to my ex
They say I'll loose my mind if
Kaylin
leaves me, I digress
I think my track record should show what yall would think about my next
Counting my money like it's gonna make you some
On my dick like it's gonna make you come, bum niggas
See it from my perspective, here's a little word for you
You make enough bread, it eventually goes to work for you
I see why they think I'm old though, I would think im old too
Reinvented mad times, I keep making old new
Now a nigga worldwide, back then I was local
And every dude yall said was better than me then is old news
Modern day present fans are fickle it's depressing
One single, one album yall gone say he with the legends
The veterans be pissed when we pay mind to they selections
And the newbies get gassed every time they Jay Elect them
It's niggas with more money and less respect
To me that tomfoolery's dead
Bottom line real niggas know what's more important
And dollars ain't in attendance when that eulogy said
So let's get it clear first before you compare them to me
Wait a couple years, make sure they don't disappear first
It'll save us some confusion
Everything ain't a classic and everybody ain't dope some of that is an illusion
The funny thing about a label push
You never know, shit could go either way
Go ahead and run along side it, end up on the wrong side of it
When your life change it could be only weeks away
I'm a result of the fans and deading the middle man
With that logic I don't got to rely on a good day
Did great on a label, did greater on my own
(Sample)
I give you my all
But it seems like that's not enough
Letting you get more of me
So while the world keep on changing
The one thing remaining is
I keep letting you get more of me
My story, my pain, can't ail it
My tears overflowed, you can't pale it
My talent, to immense can't jail it
Niggas tried to cross the God, but they ain't nail it
My path, my walkway, you can't trail it
My ladder, my mountain, can't scale it
It's my life, my struggles, can't help it
I'm just grateful that He kept me alive for me to tell it
Check it, see the music industry changed me
It was everything that I'd have never guessed it was
So my discography is all full of hand-me-downs
I couldn't figure out another way to dress it up
So every verse fight with the truth
Nah, no one know me better than this mic and this booth
It's no better way, I owe my todays to my yesterdays
You live with regrets, probably die with em too
So I trust God more than myself, I'm trying to tell ya
Drunk in the basement, now I'm in the wine cellar
I learned to never let the fear settle in
And now I'm more prepared than I've ever been
Not one ounce of hate in my glass
Just one of the things OG taught me way in advance
Said it's two types of folk in this world
Got the ones that's out doing it
And those busy saying they can't
I give you my all
But it seems like that's not enough
Letting you get more of me
So while the world keep on changing
The one thing remaining is
I keep letting you get more of me
You know some niggas never learn
Some learn and never apply, but wait
Some apply but never teach
My only right to preach, I spent time being each
Grab your magnifying glass I need ya'll to look closer
At the only dude to do every drug and get lower
If niggas knew a third of all the weight that he shouldered
They'd know it's an insult to think I'm only bipolar
I got a unique talent, don't know how I obtained it
How do I sustain it? Can't even explain it
I get more info from words that aren't spoken
More fixated on people or things when they are broken
I used to think everybody was pure
Now I'm busy trying to come up with everybody's cure
And that mindset led to close alarms
It be the people you help most, normally do the most harm
Baited my whole life, most times I ain't bite
So no need to stick to a script that I didn't write
Preconceived notions, nothing less than a failure
Base your's off of the cover and miss the best-seller
While I'm at it, let me tell you about this angel I met
She was fly, from every angle was fresh
And the way that she was jamming to the song called 'I'm Not Perfect'
Made me wanna know what her imperfections were
Now listen, and they weren't hard to find yall
Both parents were addicts like mine are
Mi-nor, but her story wasn't new to me
Most of life, shorty was homeless like I used to be
Could tell she never felt appreciated
Looked too much like her dad, was her mom's least favorite
Picture a bond supposed to be sacred
Looking up at your mom's eyes and seeing hatred
Pop left when she was young
Well she still young and he still gon' keep it 100
While I'm just amazed that a woman so beautiful
Could through such ugliness and not become it
World keeps spinning, learned sinners keep sinning
And I can't even tell her some fights ain't fight worthy
Cause my pops got 20 years clean, but her pops got 20 years dirty
She moved to Jersey where he happens to reside
Thinking they'll be closer but it's only fiction
Cause she so young, all it does is cause friction
God picked the right nigga though, to teach about addiction
Years ago she should've been on homi' watch
So check the time out, just not on mommy's watch
Cause someone beat her ass for years, someone calmly watched
Na, stepdaddy beat her ass, mommy watched
I keep her closer than ever she always next to me
Bisexual, comfortable sexually
I'm talking more comfortable than she should ever be
Especially considered the fact she was molested three
Times, some things a picture doesn't tell
Can't be worth a thousand words or her pictures might yell
Ya'll see a pretty face on Instagram
I see a girl that should be scarred, never lent a hand
There go God's work again how'd he know I need that?
How the fuck did he pick her to walk me through a relapse?
Believe me, shorty I'll kill for you if need be
And I need you much more than you would ever think you need me
What I do for you is tangible, shit that you could gain
You for me, not understandable, it's shit you can't explain
Some folk don't see the effect in that
Some say I'm using you, they'd be correct in that
But what for they'll never know
It's deeper than nude pics, it's something I would never show
I figured like this...
You came to me at a pool party and I was two steps away from smoking on that wet
My logic say to me, you came as a stranger and I hold you dearer than most people I ever met in my entire life b
God's work, not mine
You came younger and wiser, I'd have never known it
You don't look your age
Younger and wiser when I was older and dumber
You came to me as nothing I'd have ever wanted
But everything I'd have ever needed, I swear to you its God's work, not mine
So you'll never be alone again
What's mine is yours, you won't be without a home again
And I know you from Miami, so you hate the cold
But you been through much colder than me and I'm much older
You just ride shotgun, let a nigga chauffeur
I'll cut the grass, you just look out for the cobras
We'll be just fine, God set these on our shoulders
I'll show you a man, you showed me I could stay sober
Let the world talk about every picture we post up
And we'll sleep well every night, cause they don't know us
I give you my all
But it seems like that's not enough
Letting you get more of me
So while the world keep on changing
The one thing remaining is
I keep letting you get more of me
(God's work
Talk to em
Sometimes you gotta stick around for the miracle
Gotta wait for the miracle to happen
God's work, not mine)
I said, God's work, not
Word, I love you
I'm gone
Check it, I'm the voice of every dead nigga's secrets
That's why the fucktards want me dead before I can speak it
Yall call it crazy, I'm the heartbeat of every aborted baby
High off every line snorted in the 80's
Let it breathe, no wonder why his thoughts ratchet
See the world through the shades that Stacks wore in his casket
I steal his body from the graveyard on foot, ain't no looking back
Bring him on tour with me and when it's over put him back
If you couldn't tell, the behavior says if a nigga send me to hell it's a favor
I never felt that was major, God forgive me or don't, maybe He'll help later
Until I'll share pop's nightmares post quad's elevator
Which taught me not to doubt a coward for a thing
Yin-yang theory, shit Juwan Howard got a ring
All it takes is the smallest nigga in your camp to get eternal
Half a match book will transform to an inferno
And jail's so grotesque
That cause of my past, I can't bask in my success
Peep how my brain masturbates, I mean, I wake up
Walk on my deck and stare at a beautiful yard that just reminds of the yard
I unlock a cell, a buried man, wrongly accused
Bet it all, the judges to put him there, won't be amused
This ain't Joe yall, more like the mind of every rape victim
Who can't retrace the face of the nigga that had his way with em
When my heart stops it crops
Every 9-1-1 call that took too long
But don't look at it wrong
Cause the irony of my group's name is though he seem the luckiest
Where we lay our heads seems to be where it's bloodiest
To say we're rebels would imply we're against
That's a lie nigga, we just convinced
So in case the puppet-masters didn't know Joe
They tried making us the guinea pigs
Look at me king
Look at me king
Soul
Kaylin on the couch sleeping
She wake up she gonna be like damnnnn
Come and spar with a titan
If you ain't knew it's true I'm Zeus and I marvel at lightning
What a marvelous sight, know the thought is enticing
Flow stupid like 50 Tyson don't trip with 50 Cent
I beat em all like Tyson, that's no coincidence
Ab-Soul, don't forget the hyphen, I might throw a fit
You think I lived in the Salvation Army but all it is
Is that we got a new 2Pacalypse Now
When? Before the apocalypse
Wow, how do you come up with this?
If you behind Ab, then maybe you can stomach this
Who could fuck with it?
I know you got a dick but use your head, bruh
They sleeping on me by a colony of bed bugs
Cut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count
My mind is like a sword, you'd swore I'd have a hair cut
Soul and Budden, no discussion
Joe, you know it's nothing
Wrote the score, and then I scored, metaphor, and 1
I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them
I just do what I do, they just do what they can
They be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand
Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth
All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls
Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth
Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em all
Yall can hold the applause
I just did what these other niggas was scared to do
Tell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?
Quarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few
Told me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle
Yall got Gollum, listening to all these dudes that yall call lyrical
Excluding under conclusion
That you young and you dumb if that's how they appear to you
I'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me
Be lying I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology
I came in on Rakim, watch yall take the bar, yall lowered it
Won't stay in line like a battered wife, ain't too many spots yall can go with it
How long yall gonna febreeze manure and think the fans won't notice it?
Nah, I ain't get angrier, but the chip on my shoulder did
Not to gloat, if I ain't one of the GOATS
Ya'll probably missed my track record
Either that or yall just ain't been keeping track of records
I just been waiting till that sentiment passed
Yall ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft
I'm letting Benjamins stack
Shouldn't be hard to tell if the boy is potent
I'm the only time you'll see a madman be void of emotion
Cause they fear me in any cypher the hear me in
Only rapping with Soul for the outer body experience
So hats off, y'all fit for this, but y'all the type we laugh at
I'm way ahead, and when I aim for yours, something tells me he won't snap back
All I ever been was a outcast, this time in the moment, I moved past that
But the burner name is Jackson and your alias is Baghdad
It's not a game, try to execute
2K'D my old bitch, know I keep a ex to shoot
If anyone tried to do the math they'd probably be mad as fuck
Said I'd never amount to shit, now they trying to add it up
I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them
I just do what I do, they just do what they can
They be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand
Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth
All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls
Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth
Soul of a 70′s number man, I can throw a curve underhandAnnotate
This for the streets, not Summer Jam
This ain't for the fans that wanna hear pop and snap
Drunk off Ciroc and the Yak, all y'all can watch from the back
This ain't for self proclaimed legends that nobody wanna hear from
Scared? get a gun, come to peers, I got none
This ain't for bandwagon fans sit y'all asses in the same spot
Y'all the same niggas made Trinidad Jame$ hot
This ain't to Kendrick Lamar, the nigga Kendrick got bars
I heard his shit and wasn't offended at all
And as it played I heard him say I wasn't mentioned with y'all
Joell started it, only right I finish the job
So all that shit is revocable, from an overview
Only thing noticeable is how he barely gave me any quotables
I state facts, not to say it's wack but check the playback
Outrhyming A$AP ain't showing me where your weight at
I'm on my shit today, you the king of New York
You might as well had spit on Biggie's grave, couldn't let that slip away
I'm in the court of public opinion, ready to click and spray
Light Jay Elec ass up, that's my Exhibit A
Bitch kill my vibe is what you wanna get into
Drown em all in a swimming pool, full of phlem and drool
You renting jewels what's with all the fascination?
So when I ask you 'bout it that's my cross examination
This a scrimmage to me, all these blemished MC's
Infamously it's about image I see
But if it's bars, not about bread, to hell with the wealth
Put you inside of the bullet, just to see a shell of yourself
I mean uh, since rap has been accessible, they action been regrettable
This is what the net'll do
Chick sending message to tricks ain't get to see 'em
They ain't even artists and they get paid per diem
We talking bars, then this whole conversation changed
Fuck all the subliminals now nigga saying names
Some of these OG's I laugh at, y'all don't know me to half ass
To me it's just one Joey that's bad ass
King of New York, my nigga stop it 5
Keep it funky Drake washed you twice
Tell me Tyler that fire with saliva? I reply don't bring a lie around
Run up on Meek with the silencer, nigga quiet down
Then ride off with his intro playing
Cause I get hype to that shit dog I ride to that shit
With nightmares, I wanna be at the root of em with the mag off
Know he love Philly so I'm leavin' him with Black Thoughts
You talking bars niggas better get help
They put they guts all on the track, still they never get felt
Lot of lower tier rappers tryna rep for they belt
Nigga it's levels to this, dog you said it yourself
But check it, when it comes to control, I might of lost a bit
Law abiding citizen style I'm coming for all of it
Running in your studio engineer that recorded it
Yes men that supported it, any blog that reported it
Any artist he tour with, snuff whoever bought the shit
Whoever thought of it, his mentor whoever taught him it
Interrupt with a sneeze, hiccup, fart, even cough or lick
If I got it twisted you coming to contort the shit
But the irony, y'all all inspire me
Y'all in a spot a lot of us aspire to be
We just striving my G, tip my hat so y'all know it's real
Fuck whoever mad, you said how we all suppose to feel
I know the game, some'll try to get amped
You push the envelope, some of us provided the stamp
Predecessors wrote the letter, others sealed it shut
Some was nice without the percs, before Amil got touched
It's Hip Hop, should blame on the mic these niggas hands on
Shades that they wear in the club, couches they stand on
You mixed credibility with dead ability
Raise the bar like you on par with this level of agility
Old UNLV Runnin' Rebel artillery, with Augmon at the 2
What sparring y'all wanna do?
Get to arguing with a Spartan, play it cool
I heard them alien voices, I'll knock the martian up outta dude
Separate the beast from the timid, it's hip hop
Fuck if your car is lease or rented, at least you in it
Foaming at the lips, looking like the yeast in women
Don't be facetious most of y'all been a feast from the beginning
This is for B.I.G., Suicidal Thoughts, Coogi printed
This for Nas, army jacket with the uzi in it
Not no Shiny Suit shit, this that 92 Knicks
This for Hov's missing 92 bricks
For State Prop and Beans, to when the L.O.X. first burst on the scene
For Queens, Pac and even Idi Amin
This for the Mobb and the purple tape, word to Inspectah Deck
This ain't for the labels nah, Wu said protect ya' neck
This ain't a diss, I don't want it to get spun wrong
And this for Big L, the block that Joe found Pun on
This shit is for Stack, I ain't talking a G
Nigga I'm talking a G!! My nigga talking on me
This is for every living rapper ever walked in these streets
And any outsider that happen to think that a portion is sweet
Niggas been killed for less and got a coffin for free
If you ever been in the hood, I think we all should agree
This for every nigga that took what you said in stride
I couldn't abide, some of us still take pride, check it
Limbs'll get crushed, hip hop's adrenaline rush
Men'll get touched, so if you feminine hush
Project benches I trust, came from syringes and dust
So who you named shouldn't be mentioned with us
But wait, at least half of em', other half rapped around
Dual clips that wrap around, gather every rapper 'round
See what happen when niggas try to go toe to toe
This what happen when you let a blood bath overflow
Used to do lines, how could they wanna go blow for blow
I could overdose and still drag you niggas comatose
This is lightweight, put the bucks up
Cause if we talking bars lot of y'all should shut the fuck up
This is lightweight, put the bucks up
[Hook]
Here we are, all alone
Who gives a fuck about what they say
I'm sure I've heard much worse
People need to worry about them first
People need to learn to mind their business instead of mine
Here we are, all alone
Who gives a fuck about their dismay
But still I'm face to face
With the one person I can't replace
One person I can't just tell I'm doing fine
What up Ma
Been a while
Lot of catching up to do
Know you got a ear full
I'm listening
[Verse]
Momma said she loves me, said she cares
Said if I need her, she'll always be there
But even her saying that struck me as weird
Why did she feel those words I needed to hear?
Said she understands me, that was rare
Cause no one understands me, not even my peers
And these just thoughts I never bother to share
So as I write, my eyes start to tear
I ain't tell her I'm tired, but still trooping
Alone, but I find myself regrouping
Ain't say my brain now feel like a prison
Figured I'd shut the fuck up and listen
She continued, that was honorable
Said said I get more and more irresponsible
For normal folks, she said that's a challenge
Luckily I mask mine behind talent
She said "you are no longer yourself"
"I don't know what to expect of you"
Said I'm putting up with things I normally wouldn't
She don't know why it's acceptable
She said "people living in your house"
"Don't pay shit, not respectable"
I told her, they're folk I think highly of
She said "well they must think less of you"
"Must feel entitled, all you doing"
I said I'll fix it, she said no you won't
Then I got defensive, but still replied
I told her I need them, she said "no you don't"
Then she said, "when's the last time you spoke to your father?"
I said he's self-centered, why bother?
Cause he only really call about his needs
And I ain't got enough time to deal with his greed
Cause my days are darker
Cut from a long shank but the blade is sharper
I'm making my not-so-vague departure
Tell pop I'm his son, not his spades partner
Last time that we spoke
He wanted to use the crib, throw a party here
Which wasn't partly fair
My home need to feel like home
Even if I throw a party here
Then he catch an attitude
And I catch one right back at you
We adore each other, but ignore each other
Think this is how the fuck I wanna act with you?
Things just ain't the same
But he sure will call about a Yankee game
Like call C.C. and get back to me
What's ill is he say it so casually
I love him so much he can have all the perks
Hurts so much, I take all the Percs
Hurts so much but fuck it, it works
Hurts so much that I can't sleep
Mom say I need to sleep more
Then again, she ain't on this stress level
So many people rely on me
I'm trying to get us all to the next level
Wait, told her I took baby girl to the doctor
It was only for a checkup though
And she gave me the face like
"Now would be time if there's anything I feel I need to let her know"
But, that's just mom again, just being a mom again
Looked down at the tat on my arm again
God please give me the strength, keep calm again
She asked me if Kaylin was pregnant
I looked at her like she was crazy
Cause that's my baby, what's wrong with a baby?
She said "nothing at all when you're not dating a baby"
"Beautiful girl, I like everything about her thus far"
"I just don't wanna see you fall"
"Just a tad bit young, so she got some growing up to do"
And I replied don't we all
Momma said "why can't you ever be alone"
I said what do you mean?
Went to correct her, she did it herself
She said "at least that's how it seems"
Pop ain't called, he's still mad
Still pissed, he's still angry
I'm still going, no plan of slowing
No way I'll ever let his immaturity taint me
Momma said that Tahiry called
That ain't shock me, they speak a lot
Ugh, shorty old news though
Yesterday paper
Check this ugh,
Baby like it raw
I don't even waste a magnum on her
Clean up amazing I appreciate the fashion on her
Badder than a mother fuck
Ain't too many passin' on her
Only right I pick her up
They way she got a wagon on her
When I'm on that road don't forget the bops when I'm in town
Not unless its for the three some if its poppin' she'll be down
Know these other joker be starin' but stop when I'm around
First to get inside them jeans she be hoppin' up and down
Let the world know that she ride think that eventually will break up
And I love it when we argue cause eventually we make up
I mean...
We fight and fuck
We fuck and fight
We fuck some more
Every fuckin' night
Shape great, taste great, body softer than cashmere
Anytime her cheques drop she knows she can crash here
Them other broads is other broads
All of them is last year
Can't get mad I'm just stating facts here
She don't put it down like you (down down like you)
(she don't, she don't)
She don't put it down like you (down down like you)
(she don't, she don't)
Never trippin' off the past
I would rather never mind em
Cause only fools trip over somethin' that be behind em
And yesterday is history
Tomorrows a mystery
She here at the present time
It feel like a gift when she put it down down
All the way down , you could get down but can you stay down?
Shout out to the ladies with your down asses
That keep a tight circle and em round asses
At the crib its just Us nigga
Fuck me so good make me not trust niggas
That's my shit
I'm over protected
You want that good shit you know where your connect live
Told my ex don't be bitter be better
I replace her before I regret her
Text's now and then, that question how I been?
The hook sound like a message I would send.
She don't put it down like you (down down like you)
(she don't, she don't)
She don't put it down like you (down down like you)
(she don't, she don't)
A down girl
I remember when I used to bag up in the basement with her
With the attraction of a Michael Jackson swag, but in this case a thriller
And she was a wolf not in sheep's clothin', but a grey chinchilla
Even though I found another assassin she never can be your replacement killer
When I got up in the goods it was kinda good to me
But I know she don't put it down like you
Cut from the bottom when you up when you pop on top
Cause ain't nobody around like you
Pullin' back to me and I'm all up fully
When I'm pulling a palm full of hair
Finna lay you back and push you in every position giving it to you good with your Louie Vuitton's in the air
Got a bad new bitch
But she don't be trippin' don't cross with them flaws
But she don't be doin the way you be doin when you be working them walls
I'm bumpin some crank and planking fucking her good
But then you go frontin'
Steady cutting with bitches all on me
Cause I'm with Joe Budden, but what ho wasn't
I'll put you in the category of somebody that give it to me good but rubs a niggas nerves
Individual, but I'm never particular but Ill never be with her so I kick her to the curb
I got a new woman though I be buildin' her up to be better than you
She fine but don't know how to throw it back
So she can never be you
I'da put another in your space,
Damn after you it's been hard to replace
I just want the same judge sittin' on the case
She gon' hate but she know
She don't put it down like you (down down like you)
(she don't, she don't)
She don't put it down like you (down down like you)
Two years, waits up
Still sleep, wake up
Girl gon break up
Mind right, cake up
Friends came, friends left
Bullshit is endless
Been that, Hip Hop
Really not impressed
Maybe just my love died
Sober, still above high
Slugs fly, eyes up, dry but still a thug cries
I cry til I can't cry no more
Believe my own nonsense I can't lie no more
Soul's dead, breathless I can't sigh no more
Wheel's already fell off, I can't ride no more
I guess I... pack up all of my belongings and just troop it
You know it's beef when a smart nigga get stupid
Then it's justified, rational nullified
He's been shot 8 times, almost thought my brother died
See he was raised different, I know his mother tried
His arms tied, I'm tryna teach dude to touch the sky
But still shorty wild
Turned on by 40 cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I only ever fist fought with niggas bigger than me
I never been the one to try to grab shit in my reach
Incompliant, you have now witnessed the breach
I feel like life is all written, understand my math
Got on my knees told God I had a plan he laughed
I mean...
Hours pass, no sleep
Cowards get a slow leak
Showered twice the whole week
Powerless control freak
Thinkin' about suicide
Won't though, I'm scrutinized
Life nigga, do or die
Hood want him crucified
Jewelry on, fresh dressed
Model broads, excess
Phone calls, death threats
Tell me what's the next step
What's what?
Whos who?
Paranoid as usual
Gripping on my deuce deuce
Either way a lose lose
All I need is one mic
Razor blades, gun fights
Grew without no sun light
Understand sons plight
If done right, won't seek and fail
I don't follow the path
I'm creating my own to leave a trial
No rhyme or reason
Nor reason to rhyme
No more food for thought
Shit was seasoning mine
Now they counting my desire
Second guessing my fast life
Bringing weapons of mass in when you question my passion
I live for this
Not the baguettes and the fame
Got signed having the awnser then the question changed
Saying jump off don't sound right
Is blashphemous, down right
I astound mics
Music is just what feelings sound like
So even though when I do it it's flames
For a while felt like I was making music in vein
We don't view it the same
I use it for change
Y'all do it for change
I use it for pain
But keep doing your thing
Soundscans sky rocket
Build all this hype bout it
People might cop it
This is just my logic
Maybe it's psychotic
Though labels try to stop it
This is my antibiotic
So let me start doing what dudes like
A nigga in the booth feeling fresher then some new nikes
And I cruise like cruise-control
No fuck that!
I can't do it, I might lose my soul
Even though shit help a nigga to his goal
Would defeat the whole purpose
Nahh that ain't what Jerz is
Nahh that would be worthless
Bars sounding nervous
A nigga much deeper then what you see on the surface
I rather resort back to snatching purses
Finally understanding what the gift and the curse is
If I was more concerned about a purchase
I would tell ya'll it's about to go down like bird shit
It takes courage, me verses urges
Words split and got caught up in label merges
And what's worse is
I've been deserted in the circus
Up and left the circuit
It's dead like herses
Sicker then the pedaphiles working in the churches
That ain't the type of shit I need fit for my verses
So lemme help niggas understand mouse
Why try to fit in when you a stand out?
No album but the money never ran out
Beside from rap I'm kinda focused on land now
Cause I don't know where the game is
It's just been attacked by Hurricane Chris
So niggas can't fathom what money and fame is
Well some niggas get it by using their stainless
Well some niggas get it what the kid sustain in
You can catch me in a strip club, stacked up, I don't keep em visible
Won't see a man get thirsty cause I'm known to keep a bitch or two
Probably both be bisexual, I tell them chill and kick it boo
And never get uncomfortable these waitresses start kissing you
Y'all would call it birthday sex, I call it a ritual
If you seen it like me then I already know why y'all be miserable
You don't really want no problems, cause those shooters they're hospitable
And they gon grab them blockers while you try and keep it physical
Pool house or that guest house it don't matter where it goes down
Driveway is cobblestone, garage is like a ghost town
I ain't even touch em yet they feel like they've been hosed down
If you real then you gotta respect this shit, Gs up, hoes down
I'm chilling on top of the world
(top of the world, top of the world)
Now you know all about me girl
(about me girl, about me girl)
Tell them niggas I did it, look how I came up
Tell em niggas I'm with it, if they bring my name up
Tell em bitches I'm gone,
Don't be callin' my phone (phone)
if it ain't 'bout the money baby (baby...)
Hold up, let's get back to my loved ones, those of y'all that been with me
Helped me to exercise my demons, brought them to the gym with me
Probably why she text me to death like "Joe I got a friend wit me
And I'd love to eat her out while you on top ????????"
Let's get back to those things I like, let's get back to that stripper pole
Let's get back to her popping that, I ain't even really gotta tip her though
It's bonjour while I'm on tour, I mean every night, different show
And if you a little bit too sober, just tell me your favorite liquor, ho
Wait, tell me your favorite, then lick a ho
We them dudes you wanna get to know, cameras up no pictures though
Looking for them broke niggas, ???????????
To respect my position gotta respect where a nigga came from
I'm chilling on top of the world
(top of the world, top of the world)
Now you know all about me girl
(about me girl, about me girl)
Tell them niggas I did it, look how I came up
Tell em niggas I'm with it, if they bring my name up
Tell em bitches I'm gone,
Don't be callin' my phone (phone)
if it ain't 'bout the money baby (baby...)
She know I like it when her hair curled, sun dress, little bit of make up on
Turnpike, parkway, either way won't take us long
Hit the club, 20 minutes, deuces either way I'm gone
Be a fool if I stayed there wit an ass bouncing in my favorite thong
I came from nothing like my father was a deadbeat
Wasn't for that I don't know if I'd say success is sweet
Top of the world let's let how I sustain maintain my legacy
Taking a bit of my soul but won't let it consume the rest of me
Now let's get back to this paper though, every day, same shit
Screaming RNS for life, some of y'all don't know that language
Living for you, never for them, best way to explain it is
I want the most because I had the least, that's why I'm on my game, biotch
I'm chilling on top of the world
(top of the world, top of the world)
Now you know all about me girl
(about me girl, about me girl)
Tell them niggas I did it, look how I came up
Tell em niggas I'm with it, if they bring my name up
Tell em bitches I'm gone,
Don't be callin' my phone (phone)
Always had big dreams
Everybody had big dreams though
I ain't never wanna stay here, I had no intentions
I never had no plans
Live my life
Gotta know how to survive
Just can't hide
These streets eat you alive
Ghetto burbs
Cause I'm from two different worlds
Ghetto burbs
Comin' from the ghetto burbs
Ghetto burbs, I'm from the ghetto of Jerz'
From where the pedal was served, use hand gestures for words
Big-up to LA, they was ahead of the curve
My hood we gangbang, you could get left on the curb
Yep, I was raised here, but I'm tryin' to export
Police is crooked, the strippers is escorts
Like my homie Layla, really I can't knock her
She gettin' paper, month ago she was knocked up
Baby-daddy a dope-boy, ? was locked up
But he on the same shift, fucked around and got shot up
In my same mind, I'm like why he even bother?
At the same time don't know what he was a part of
Layla over the casket, tears comin' harder
The hood wins again, another son with no father
Gotta take it in stride, 'round here it's the usual
But I ain't accustomed, that shit I can't get used to
I'm tryin' to survive
Live my life
Gotta know how to survive
Just can't hide
These streets eat you alive
Ghetto burbs
Cause I'm from two different worlds
Ghetto burbs
Comin' from the ghetto burbs
Ghetto burbs, I'm from the ghetto of Jerz'
From where the ghetto's disturbed, you could be dead in a herse
Say a prayer daily and end it with better or worse
I lost faith, but grandma still keep her head up in church
Murder is sky-high, employment is real low
Little kid try to rap, but will he get a deal? No
Poverty kills slow, believe is beyond you
7 out of ever 10 bitches here got the monster
Like my little homie Tanya, I met her at Freaknik's
Freak shit, the same bitch them niggas be all out in the streets with
Open, in love with the service
But she got resentments you won't see from the surface
Feel like so many women look right so she worship
Caught AIDSs from rape, thought her whole life was worthless
Ho couldn't know how gorgeous her curves is
Fuckin' 'em raw and hope to catch it on purpose
Better survive
Live my life
Gotta know how to survive
Just can't hide
These streets eat you alive
Ghetto burbs
Cause I'm from two different worlds
Ghetto burbs
Comin' from the ghetto burbs
Ghetto burbs, I'm from the ghetto of Jerz'
I ain't tryin' to act like my part of the ghetto's the worst
Niggas is tricks here, they'll buy stilettos for birds
How did I get here? Act like the metal don't hurt
You just gettin' high, guess they tryin' to escape it
Or commit suicide assumin' they couldn't take it
The streets is cold, still we run around naked
Success is a void and we replace it with hatred
That's your homie from way back, from so many years old
But friends turn green, even ?
You think he cared? No, y'all used to share clothes
Now you struggle for rent and he got ice in his earlobes
Your man won't even extend a hand even though his career gold
You need a whole 'nother plan, your career's froze
Valuables are more valuable than everything even valued to dude
But you gotta survive
Live my life
Gotta know how to survive
Just can't hide
These streets eat you alive
Ghetto burbs
Cause I'm from two different worlds
Ghetto burbs
Comin' from the ghetto burbs
Comin' from this ghetto burb
Comin' from the ghetto babe
Gotta know how to survive, streets eat you alive
Comin' from the ghetto burbs
Chorus:
Whatever we had goin it sure aint anymore
Where there used to laughter now theres only pain
(Verse One)
I never thought it would end
Called u my soul mate
Thought u'd become my wife
Together forever
Noone could tell me otherwise
Now I look back
Rememberin all those tears from ur eyes
Those were the three longest yrs of my life
Had to putem in song
Should of known that we couldn't whether the storm
When u n moms ain't get along
How could u b the one
Or maybe I was in need of ur touch
Fresh off of a drug addiction
Maybe I jus needed a crutch
Inseperable us
No matter wat looked out for the kid
I never thought ud want me after the pigs
My gurl b special
Both of us was actin confused
Said we'd have a child together
So our families would have to approve
But prior to ur miscarriage
I wasn't ready for a kid
I was only working stock at the wiz
Its backwards
I jus wanted to help u
Couldn't take u comin to me sayin mouse theres sumthin I gotta tell u
Sit down
Chorus
(Verse Two)
Listen
All I wanted in my better half
I thought that I found her
Even tho we argued
The pussy was the best that I encountered
I tried to put the BS past me
So we could live in this same house happy
But then u stabbed me
Ambulance ER
don't kno wat imma do
Tube in my dick
Still all I wanted was u
Damn my thinking was sick back then
I left the hospital
U came home from jail
We'd b united again
Bed ridden
I jus wanted to see u
Believing
But u tryin to leave
Don't go angela please I need you
I aint think u throw it
See I laugh but u gave me a motive
Look im sorry but
I couldn't control it
I kno I called u named I promised Id never call u
But u said sum shit
Good thing my dawgs got me up off u
Left me wit a lot of thoughts
Every other day its somthin new
Like joey we gotta talk
This aint working out
Chorus
(Verse Three)
U threw my clothes out the window
Wat I did
Throw ur clothes out the window
How the fuck I end up in jail
Jus like that
Ma u actin greasy wit my son
He aint have to see his dad walk in cuffs like that
Learnt my lesson
On one hand u gave me such a beautiful seed
On the other hand hes used as a weapon
Y things have to change
For the worse
Strach that
They really changed after birth
I guess u got wat u wanted
A bad break ups like murder
When it comes down to it I kno I put u thru hell
U gotta kno its vice versus
We aint gotta hate each other
I tried to make it work
I wanted a family
Not jus a baby mama
Look the lust was gone
The trust was gone
Come to grips with the thought of us is gone
But its not jus a song
Im good now u not the only one fed up
But rather then us talk about it
I'll jus write u a letta
Dear Angie
[Intro: Joe Budden]
AYOOOOOOOOOO!
[Chorus 1: Nate Dogg]
Come quick, see
If you have a way wit' me
I know you wanna play me
All night, night, niiiiiiiiight
Girl look, see
Everything in the club is free
That's how it is when you wit' an O.G
Wit' big money
Girl we gon' leave
Right after this party
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
1, 2, 3 and to the fo'
Tell me what's good y'all its ya boy Joe
No need to answer y'all already know
Plenty fifths of Vodka, few jars of dro
I give a fuck if they play this on the radio
G'z in the buildin its all gravy though
I jus came for a lil bit fellatio
Cause 25 to 1 is the ratio
Got cops outside, "Like nah this can't be"
No need to ice grill we all family
We all got cash, none of us iz punks
But my rachet on me, yours iz in the trunk
Think that through fam, minds well quit here
Cause you won't get a chance to get there
Now lets RIDE
Baby lets SLIDE
If you wan' RIDE
Car iz out SIDE
Gangstaz lets RIDE
[Chorus 2: Nate Dogg w/ (Joe Budden)]
This is a Gangsta Party(Uh, uh)
We came to smoke in this party(Ok)
Lets get it crunk in this party(Oh)
We (Whoa)came (Whoa)to drink in this party(Whoa)
What's up but after this party(What's good?)
We came to leave wit' somebody
(How about yo' team, meet up wit my team and I'ma show y'all how gangstaz lean)
(AYOOOOOOOOOO!)
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Come wit me
Lemme know if you smoke that weed
What do we have here now, if you puff la, la, la
I mean la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Look baby I'ma thug and gentleman, so I'll buy you a Corona
And at the same time try to bone ya
I won't stalk ya, keep tryna fone ya
I'll pass the ounce, get as high as you want ta
Leave wit a G, what harm'll do ya
Won't dim the lights and throw on some Luther
Legs behind, head in the headboard calm and soother
Like ma get looser
When's the last time you had a Don seduce ya
Look here this is rap this ain't Karma Sutra
Now lets RIDE
Baby lets SLIDE
If you wan' RIDE
Car iz out SIDE
Gangstaz lets RIDE
[Chorus 2: Nate Dogg w/ (Joe Budden)]
This is a Gangsta Party(Uh, uh)
We came to smoke in this party(Ok)
Lets get it crunk in this party(Oh)
We (Whoa)came (Whoa)to drink in this party(Whoa)
What's up but after this party(What's good?)
We came to leave wit' somebody
(How about yo' team, meet up wit my team and I'ma show y'all how gangstaz lean)
(AYOOOOOOOOOO!)
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Lets get up tonite
Lemme know who wanna fuck tonite
When we done we can break up tonite
I had a wonderful time, thanks but goodnite
Got my teeaamm wit me, if you like me
If she ain't wifey, then she can't be seenn wit me
All of these hoes wanna seeemmm pretty
But you the only one I wanna brriiinngg wit me
Need to chill ma
On real ma
Only thing I chase is a dolla bill ma
So before I go ahead and get the champagne poppin
Hoe lemme know if it ain't a damn thing poppin
Leave at three, arrive at four
At five get live, at six you'll want more
Now lets RIDE
Baby lets SLIDE
If you wan' RIDE
Car iz out SIDE
Gangstaz lets RIDE
[Chorus 2: Nate Dogg w/ (Joe Budden)]
This is a Gangsta Party(Uh, uh)
We came to smoke in this party(Ok)
Lets get it crunk in this party(Oh)
We (Whoa)came (Whoa)to drink in this party(Whoa)
What's up but after this party(What's good?)
We came to leave wit' somebody
(How about yo' team, meet up wit my team and I'ma show y'all how gangstaz lean)
[Chorus: Mr. Probz]
My feet are tired
And the pain shows
There's such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go
Gotta be strong
By myself now
Such a long road
My souls so cold
Weaken all my bones
But I gotta work hard
Just to reach my goal
Such a long way to go
So many miles left
But I'm here now
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Please lord something gotta give
They say for every negative
There's a positive
But I ain't positive
For every buck deposited
We still in the hood
Livin' like hostages
And never mind colleges
School of HardKnocks scholarship
Dealing with politics
I would just self success
In the store
If I could bottle it
But, I ain't a millionaire
Won't see me in Forbes son
Life is like a beach chair
When you can afford one
Ruger loaded
Just in case the war come
Might as well
Everything is coming to the forefront
Need a clear head just to think
And fuck a drink and my two-step
Nigga, I'm two-steps from a drink
So pressure either bust pipes
Or it make diamonds
No matter how high up the mountain
I stay climbing
Freedom I keep chancin'
So if I fall like Beyonce
I just get back up and keep dancing
[Chorus: Mr. Probz]
My feet are tired
And the pain shows
There's such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go
Gotta be strong by myself now
Such a long road
My souls so cold
Weaken all my bones
But I gotta work hard
Just to reach my goal
Such a long way to go
So many miles left
But I'm here now
[Bridge: Joe Budden]
(Yo Mouse, Talk to em)
Never been a goal that I couldn't reach
Never been a lesson I couldn't teach
I done been through the world and back
Fuck school
I got all the facts
All I do is stand tall
When they got my back against the wall
When it's game time
All we do is ball
My niggas'll be here in one call (one call)
One call (one call)
When shit gets heavy
All I do is pick up the phone
Ain't gotta go through nothing alone
When shit gets heavy
All I do is pick up the phone
Ain't gotta walk through this world alone
If I'm on my own
[Bridge: Mr. Probz]
Keep on standing on my own 2 feet
Everytime that I cry
When I sweat
When I bleed
See nothing can stop me
No nothing except me
[Chorus: Mr. Probz]
My feet are tired
And the pain shows
There's such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go
Gotta be strong by myself now
Such a long road
My soul's so cold
Weaken all my bones
But I gotta work hard
Just to reach my goal
Such a long way to go
So many miles left
But I'm here now
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
I'm chasin' after pies
With bags under my eyes
You looking at my representative mask
It's a disguise
And I don't do things
Like I used to
The past is the past
I'm presently thinkin'
Bout the future
Certain niggas bettin' I fall
I'm speed joggin
Through the quicksand
I'm juggling 3 medicine balls
See I'm coming up
Used to share a room
With 2 cellmates
Now I tower over the devil
But this ain't Hell Date
Long way to go
I see my feet getting blisters
I dare em
Talk to me like Mike Richards
Or play Don Imus
And think it's cool
To disrespect our sisters
I guess we got a while
'Fore they actually get the picture
I think about Virginia Tech
Think about Katrina
Niggas that caught Sean Bell
Slippin' with the nina
A day before the wedding
Safety off the weapon
Though all these things
Play in my head
I keep steppin'
[Chorus: Mr. Probz]
My feet are tired
And the pain shows
There's such a long way to go now
Such a long way to go
Gotta be strong by myself now
Such a long road
My souls so cold
Weaken all my bones
But I gotta work hard
Just to reach my goal
Such a long way to go
So many miles left
The soundtrack to my life is like CNN first sh*t
Images like CNN but worse sh*t
I would down the whole Pinot Gris
But I'd see the Group Home without the Premo beats
And it hurts my soul
I'm a Warrior so though the odds is against a nigga, Dirk gon' choke
Some people confide in the person that they sleep with
I've learned there's no such thing as a secret (oh)
I can't describe the feeling I get
You was riding shotgun, I was wheeling the whip
sh*t, I even let you rock out
Being Bill Belichick, tapin' from the sidelines, stealin' my sh*t
But dawg, you was like a mini me
Mocked me, envied me, turns out YOU WAS BLOWIN' HOT AIR, KENNY G
But you was cool, accepted you instantly
Not a groupie but you had a few tendencies
And though we share a few memories
A couple wrong turns'll turn a friend to an enemy
See, phony people like phony people
Even you could be mistaken if you phone these people
Look, when you invite the nerds to the cool table
sh*t IS BOUND TO BREAK UP LIKE A POOL TABLE
So wack dudes'll start feeling like the sh*t
And you thinkin' it's you, its really where you sit
Or maybe you was neglected
'Cause when you take the front down and strip a nigga naked, he's dying to be accepted (oh)
I did that, just the way you was
Now you a stranger, nothing like the way you was
But uh, you not real, you not Rachel
You not Worm, you not Dill, sh*t, you not chill
I thought you had some ...
fu*k the fake sh*t, I'm really feel that you tryna screw me
And you a little smarter than the average dude
So it took a nigga just a little longer to see
They tried to warn me, fought with my girl erry night about you
sh*t only hurts 'cause she was right about you
She run around wanting to shoot you the fair one
I keep telling her "chill, I don't care none"
I got another side I never showed to you
The side where everybody is disposable
See, relationships are never a threat
'Cause I'll erase the history and act like we never met
Become done giving a fu*k and done calling
I got your e-mail, I was done way before then (oh)
Dear Diary, I don't wanna keep sh*t inside of me
I'd rather just speak to you privately
Maybe its my mood, as far as I can see
There's really no point in having this guy with me
Change from the days of us getting in your truck
It's bigger than one song, it's bigger than a buck
It's bigger than me, bigger than buck
Bigger than voodoo, its bigger than luck, sh*t, it's bigger than us
I always call niggas fools for wanting to learn the hard way (when)
When I'm really the fool for tryna teach 'em
When the blinds leading the blind you cant reach 'em
If niggas ain't as hungry as you then why feed 'em?
Niggas ain't tryna be lead then why lead 'em?
Having big problems with your dogs, why breed em?
I'll keep my part up, keep my guard up
Was like Thundercats but changed faster than Cheetara
This a small part of a larger issue
Sometimes acceptance is so hard to get to
But we all equal, no one lower or above me
I love my team just as much as they love me
If not more
If I turn the knob we all going through the door, I ain't coming back for y'all
The whole crew feel the same as me
How could you ignore something so plain to see?
I'm being ig'nant, that get on my nerves every minute
What's plain to some is really Burberry printed
Being so real sometimes is a slow kill
We was one squad, you broke out like Michael Scofield
I want fillet mignon, you want oatmeal
Add up our differences equals up to no meal
No mills, yup, no deal, why you gotta chase sh*t
To know it's no thrills
For real, a nigga still beefin' with his baby momma (BUT!)
Only thing my baby ain't a baby no more
Hit her on MySpace, maybe she ain't shady no more
Sent old girl a message, no reply but she read it
Some things are so embedded and our heads is
Looking for O's but get X's, dealing wit ya exes
I was one long line away from the Tetris
She sent me the L, that sent me to hell
To the point where I was ignoring my son
I don't see him, don't talk to him
I don't greet him, don't walk wit' him
But I pay for him like he's an object
No matter how right I am, in court I CAN'T OBJECT
Dear Diary, how could she deny me?
How she go to bed without her F*CKING WITH HER PSYCHE?
Is she wrong using him so I can come back? (or)
Or am I wrong for wishing I COULD GET MY CUM BACK?
Looking for sun, all I see is the hail
How I'm gon' trust? All I see is betrayal
It's like they keep trying more and more to subdue me
It's stuck between platinum and flop, underground and mainstream
Concious, backpack, scratch that, same thing
I'm somewhere between the real and the fakeness
The red pill, blue pill, real and the Matrix
And I can't take this
If the game needs a new look, I'm a do a tummy tuck and a face lift
And everything I say in these pages
Is straight from the heart, nah magazines, y'all can't rate this
But I'll be debatin it, it's a bit outragous
Like it's an air virus, and this shits contagious
I'm downloadin like niggaz actually play this
Maybe I'm buggin out, maybe I'm on a spaceship
See I was on my stay out chill shit
The way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit
Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims
That shit got played out real quick
See some wrote him off, some said he was done
Made a joke of, hope he enjoyed the run
I don't enjoy bein shunned, so I'm back as Neo
Fans enjoyed The One, annoint me as begun
I had the whole hood thinkin' he would never eat
Rappers tried to diss, thinkin' we would never meet
I heard it if you said it
You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it
Cause I remember clearly
Once "Pump It Up" stop soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped callin
See I remember shit spread like cancer
I would call folks said, folk ain't answer
A few chicks runnin started pullin they pants up
A few stopped actin like my private dancer
But a lightbulb hit once they started the neglictment
See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy
Can't be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard'
I just let niggaz get a head start
I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase
Nah spead out pace, and I'll still win the race
See I'm joggin
Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin
You got the crown, pass off like Stockton
It's time to work, I'm offically clocked in
He is a problem, weavin and bobbin'
Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him
I can't leave, even though it's big options
Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'
Don't ask me how I'm doin, I been better
Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater
I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a trend setter
It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta
Don't put niggaz in the same sink as me
I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit
They don't use to ink like me
Niggaz don't even think like me
Who sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'
Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in
WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in
They want no parts with him
I dare niggaz catagerious me
If my names on a mixtape, then capitalize me
I been stopped goin' to Mixtape Awards
Don't need them to tell me, the mixtapes is yours
I had other ideas, while hittin' loot
I'm thinkin' red carpet, I went and copped a suit
See I'm thinking Grammy's
Sunglasses on, with my On Top family and a bad bitch handy
Each day there's a "W", it felt like heaven
I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'
R&B; on, looked and felt like Meagon
Gave me headache too, I felt like an Excedrin
Talk very fly
Least until I baught every pie, me bein' war readys in my eyes
And these dudes might as well be Jamie Foxx
Trying to sound like somebody that already died
The kid keep a snub wit 'em, good pair of gloves wit 'em
Your first week ain't right, they can't fuck wit 'em
Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em
Let me find out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican
I'll sum it up to what he is about
Still new to both, they still feelin' him out
Things were type blam, Joey seasoned him out
I'm the nicest dude out since "Reasonable Doubt"
Say it ain't so
Rest In Peace Luther, there's some other niggaz gay on the low
So live, who can see 'em, no guy
I'm the Mets, was suppose to be ill in '05
As ill as the flow gets, need a piller don't snitch
So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06
About to OD, anybody that know me
Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03
More like '99
No names should be mentioned but mine, unless you talkin' Big Pun in his
prime
Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around
Or 2pac without Humpty around
Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song
Cam'ron during "Children Of The Corn"
Beans before the cops came through and try to grill 'em
I'm talkin '95, Big L before they killed 'em
Em before 8 Mile, Shyne before the deal shit
Canibus, no album out before the L shit
Talkin' bout Kiss, DMX when he was fuckin' wit coke
Or Cuban Linx, with Raekwon and Ghost
I do it all, who blendin' so well in the game
Talkin' Fab, back when he was still spellin' his name
On my Diddy shit, Memphis, Grizzlie shit
Like back in the day when Clue swiped all of Biggie's shit
Rappers don't need trouble with I
Unless it's Rass Kass before the D.W.I
Or Talib with Mos, Common before "Be"
If they any less common, don't put 'em before me
See, I'm not a rapper, I'm a prophet
Tell Joe stop it, skill will speak for you, don't pop shit
Fuck jail, I'm on my payroll cop shit
I call that bootleg cable, it's no box shit
All black, lookin' grimey in the crowd
Heat on him, no shirt, don't try me when I'm out
I toast somethin' tiny that'll blauh
Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth
I probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out in some big car
In the streets, like I ain't some big star
And these young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up
Like leavin' they whole career in some bitch car
No name, but it's no sublime
Nigga you know who you are, I'll end it before it goes too far
Your buzz still fucked, you a liar money
Joe's still spendin "Pump It Up", "Fire" money
Glock for hire money, don't try to mug me
Call ass cap, maybe be at mines for money
Please, what's wrong wit 'em, somethin' ain't the norm' wit 'em
Ain't too many dudes out there, out performin 'em
Some require these skills, I was born wit 'em
Street's askin' what's takin' so long wit 'em
Jump Off, I'm the best to happen
He's the answer, the who's got the next in rappin'
I suggest you ask 'em
If Hip Hop is all smoke and mirrors, then I'm the Windex and a napkin
New dudes is whack, some vet's is has-been's
Some were Top 20, till I crept right passed 'em
It's a wrap, Joey sealin' it nigga
Cold out, Long Johns still dealin' it nigga
Still peelin' it nigga
If I only get 'em two times, just know it was the dilinger nigga
It's that music, don't know how to act music
Gettin' my Kanye on, puttin' out "Crack Music"
Car jack music, out what they lack music
Send my little man, get rid of the pack music
That I'm back music, that click clack music
That A-Team, Muggs, that Fab and Stack music
Now who said they fuckin' with me
Whatever it takes, to find a way
to find a way
to find a way
I'ma do whatever it takes, to find a way
to find a way
to find a way
I'ma do, Whatever it takes to find a way
to find a way
to find a way
Whatever it takes to find a way
to find a way
to find a way
Aiy, I'm dealing with some shit homey, it's in the back of my head
and it's some shit homey, but I just rap it instead
see I got wolverine bones in me
but the whole world is throwin stones at me like they all gotta bone with me
got a child's mother, and I hate her to death
but that's my child's mother, so that's my mate to the death
that's why how I love her for puttin little me here
and me and huck'll beef forever, she gon still be there
and there's some other niggaz, I just a character role
be they some other niggaz, now let's get back to the song
I got a drug problem, but I ain't tell the truth
because I got enough problems
and my solution is to stuff problems
but if something goes wrong with that
then it's back to pcp and solong with rap
see I'm depressed lately, but nobody understands
that I'm depressed lately, I'm sorta feeling repressed lately
but y'all been hearin and seein me less lately
like it's anyone noticed the redress lately
look deep nigga don't I seem stressed lately
seem disturbed, alot of repress lately
I got a company that I'm signed to
but they ain't in my company, when all I need is some company
when I start feelin like everybody's done with me
I tryna see what everybody want with me
then the mistress, yeah, the girl from ten minutes it's hard
now I'm needing ten minutes from heart
I can't get into it, but I want y'all to know
that I'll get into it, but I'll save that for the growth
then it's rap beef, but I'm so secure with me
it's only rap beef, I don't need se-cu-rity (never)
wanna get at me, wanna go to war with me
that's just one phonecall for me
check the shit, I got a whole hood, that don't appreciate
it's not the whole hood that appreciates me
what you gon tell me, when it's the streets that made me
and I won't let the belly of the beast degrade me
and then it's rap critics, they say all I make dance music
but there almost anything you can dance to it
they ain't like the single, so they ain't copped that album
wouldn't give a chance to it, not a second glance to it
they say he wines to much, he's too bitter
they call it complaining, I call it explaining
I know 'em niggaz cooked it, caught up in the gaming
lose they mind and y'all call it entertainment
some shit with me, a dude's been knew that
but I'm gambling a lot and I ain't used to do that
rap ain't payin the bills, it's mo money mo problems
or it's no money mo problems
all enormous when you play at these stakes
that's how it feels to have a warrant on a famous face
then the album's pushed back, cause they say he needs a single at the moment
but what he needs is a single moment
then I'm involved in the 'he say she say (that)
send my mind on replay, each day
then it's the bullshit that she save he's gave
cause she wouldn't like to think that he ain't like her
just cause she was throwing it at me and I ain't touch her
she'll say anything psych, but I ain't wanna fuck her
I don't feel good, so I won't wanna go to a club
don't wanna go to a lounge, just wanna lounge
then the same sweatster that I had on for days
the same t I had on for a week what I got on, it speaks
what I got on, it reeks
no shape up, chilling, cause that's just how I'm feeling
and one day at a time, it's god willing
tryna see scrape but the fall keeps building
post start raising, the booze starting that gate me
but I gotta be a king cause this wolve's tryna play me
goodie when it's hot like it's freezing winter
bed start, eating sleep for dinner
then it's hard tryna keep this in ya
so I write it all down, so one day maybe when life is all sweet I remember
then it's probation, I know we all go through it
we call it probation, but there's no pro to it
yeah my soul's aching, only a few peers know
funny thing about the case is it's a few years old
had some shit going on with my ohh, that felt good but it's bad
so I'm sitting here like what the bitch had
it's not rap it's real, look scrappy it's true
going what's popping, do he look happy to you
now if it goes to the wire, go the soul of a fighter
bruised up and sloppy, a damaged like Ali
up late talking to the fans on a website
that's the only thing that send yo man off to bed right
fuck the world fuck my moms and my girl
well maybe not mom, just let me remain calm
this too won't last, this too shall pass
at least that's what I say yall, that's what I pray for
and I'm the only thing that's standing in my way yall
but I gotta be with me, it's no escape yall
I guess depression just stepped in, and took over shit like it's known to do
Guess it said, hey Joe, I'm going home with you
Turn your phone off, I need to be alone with you
I need to be in the zone with you
Cuz I'm the only thing y've grown to, nigga
Look, I own you, nigga
Been with you since 10, but you starting to confuse me
cause it's been so long and you still tryna lose me
Like how could you show me such cruelty
When everybody turns their back on you, Joe it's you and me
Still you don't want me to see you right
And why you always come get me, how we re-unite
huh, I know you feel for me deep in your heart
Doctors, meetings, pills couldn't keep us apart
What, now, you got a deal and you wanna get rid of me
We roommates, I'm in your head, Joe you live with me
So I don't write for the fans, nah, I write to my man
And hope that he'll just leave and understand
Like, like please leave the kid in peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace
Just leave for a second, man it's been too long, and I can't troop it
And as long as you around I can't make that dance music
Whatever it takes, to find a way
to find a way
to find a way
whatever it takes, to find a way
to find a way
to find a way
I'ma do whatever it takes, to find a way
to find a way
to find a way
Whatever it takes, to find a way
to find a way
[Joe Budden]
Nah mean, fuck niggaz (Joey!)
King of New Jersey (It's, it's)
It's what? (It's that On Top...)
Still talkin that shit...(We got this locked, it's in the pocket)
Niggaz be cheatin and shit with their little bullshit 16's (We got this
locked, it's in the pocket... Jerze!)
...I'm cheatin' too, fuck it (Hold up...)
Aiyo forreal chief, go ahead, get up out my grill piece
'fore you hear the gat hollerin' when I shoot the steel piece
Battle emcee? That's a small thang (Why?)
I'm like a christmas tree
I just stand there... and let my balls hang (Nigga!)
A few hatin' niggaz want me in a cell y'all (Oh!)
Far as these rap niggaz go, I never felt y'all
Here's what I'ma tell y'all (Tell 'em what nigga?)
I'm Randy Johnson, I ain't from New York, but I'ma help y'all
Help with the game, lock this in a noose (Nahhh!)
That nigga's a faggot, I don't rock with dude
Here's what the glock'll do (It'll...)
It'll have your 5 senses all chopped -n- screwed
Soon as it cock and shoot (With!)
Ice, Chanel, Girbauds, pipin' out their cars (Oh!)
Captain Planet niggaz, recyclin' their bars (But!)
Niggaz got ice in the hood don't wear it
With the snub on some Ying Yang shit, you won't hear it (Nigga!)
[Stack Bundles]
Yo... listen I got an explanation for my mouth...
I ain't been shot yet (Nahhh)
Swolderin' fever, and y'all ain't get hot yet
Brand new Geneva that I ain't get rocked yet (Uh huh)
I'm still on the corner, I ain't sail on a yacht yet (Forreal)
So my hunger is different from what you expect
I'm morally extortin' niggaz, I'ma take my respect
See they love to see you twisted (So?)
So the plan is, drop Laurel record, take niggaz bitches (Right)
It's a man's world, these niggaz is bitches (Right)
I'm robbin' rap's piggy bank, hand over the riches (Schieeeet!)
They say stars are born and not made
Chain of command, stripes are earned, they're not gave
Number one loyal to the 48th laid
Outshine the master and I'ma hang 'em like a slave (Schieeeet!)
The brave deserve awards
Say my name, you supposed to get shot
Once upon a time up in jersey..
I think its about that time, yeah i think its about that time..
Let me find out, ya tryna be a bitch, ?
They say lifes a bitch so i got her bent over, im gettin that g spot without a condom on.. and go through the storm with ya'll wasnt born with ya'll so nah i dont get along with ya'll. This is a.k a forty-four ? with ya'll, this an everyday thing thats the norm for us ya'll.. So swing through the hood, doggy, ask for me, bottles or weed ill get you exactly what you need, act stupid tryna blast at me, and thats plans for me, im goin out like its cassidy.. i understand why they be jealous, only dude on the strip puttin curtains on a cls, joey, chuck the name doggy, chuck the fame, any problems we just lift it up. joey.
(Once upon a time up in Jersey.. Im the brick layer, Im the brick layer..)
Yo, we go one for the money, two for the show, three for brick city, four for bankro?, this the countdown, bang the underground, bang a hundred rounds, ni**a you know how to count.. i cant believe their giving air for these cats to breathe, but im a dog and i sniff between, i glow like the sun, but i run in the night, back up in you quick like the front of your nikes.. ???.. can-can, and if you cant stand the pressure, slam this, def jam lost their soul, they forgot how to build an artist.. so i gotta show em, killa house, you let the real gorilla out, the pitbulls of the game is how they deal em out. and our philosophy is wrong, its ?, so gimme 50 g's lemme write your song..
(Once upon a time up in Jersey.. Im the brick layer, Im the brick layer..)
[Joe Budden]
Look here..
See I grew up around the projects
Grew up around the glocks yes
Taught to fend for myself whenever Pops left
A good kid turnin' into a hood prospect, why?
[Stack Bundles]
If so, it was after the bread risin' (Right)
After I put the hood on like Lil Red Ridin'
The gangsta that's glorifyin'
And strugglin' bubbled number for a stack
And that's a fact...until that?
[Budden]
(Oh!)
And if they did, I never felt it
Spent a couple nights in a box, I couldn't help it (Dawg, I couldn't help it)
When niggaz on the tier ice grilled, I had to melt it
Dream was on the right track...somebody rebelled it
Was taught cash rules, but I ain't have a dollar for livin'
No window, no pot to piss in (So!)
So all my dudes in they cells that's locked in prison, is it 'cause..
[Bundles]
(Nope!)
Til I pissed a few niggaz off like Bill O'Reilly (Right)
Exposed the game's soft spot like Maury (Ha!)
Showed the hustlers how we
Turned an advance to a grand finale (Heh)
[Budden]
Look here
I was doin' pull ups and eatin' pancakes (And then?)
And then I pulled up in that pancake (Talk to 'em!)
Suicide doors, iced the band and the face
Yes Jerze...(Ok)
[Bundles]
Til I proved my name was a factor (How?)
Summertime, played the crate
Bathin' 8ths and chains that'll change the chill factor (Schieeeet!)
Two toned toy to antagonize the children (Right)
It's still Roc For Life like they kicked me out the building
[Budden]
But I ain't goin' nowhere, at least no time soon
So get used to me, real niggaz rep, that's how it used to be
F-Y-I, still got the deuce-deuce wit' me
Why?
[Bundles]
(I know...so?)
That's why I got niggaz robbed for their jewelry (Right)
Brought heaters to where my goons be (Right)
My divas in (?) (Right)
My groupies rockin' that Juicy (Whoo!)
40's on me but usually
The roofless coupe's on the corner like a hooptie
(Right, right)
I know!
[Budden]
It's like I didn't feel the love
Until I put the 645 on dubs
And sueded out the guts
In the belly of the beast, you make it out with guts
In that title, homeboys is naked without the trust (Ya Heard!)
[Bundles]
Rep-wise I'm celibate, ain't a soul fuckin' wit' 'em (Uh huh)
Emcees watch they mouths like Chris Tucker wit' 'em (Heh)
Up and comer's owe me, until I'm paid, you stuck wit' 'em
(Why?)
Quarter on the loose
A Loose Quarter
Few questions I ask myself
Maybe it started with Slaughterhouse, or was it tour life?
Maybe it wouldn't had started at all if I had your life
Maybe it was needed or I was thinking immorally
If I wasn't myself could I say I gave the fans All of Me?
Can't decide if I'm more ashamed of what they saw of me
Than I am of ignoring all the lessons that was taught to me
Headed up field but couldn't dodge the last tackler
How could a forward thinker move so ass backwards?
How could a dude with no regrets at all, willing to bet it all
Not realize that quicker demise, how could I neglect it all?
I'm so seasonal, some of y'all knew I'd spring back
With a heart this cold, how'd y'all think I'd be receptive to fall
I'm plenty comfortable when danger's around
And even more so when strangers around
And the bigger picture is sicker, don't know my triggers or know the alarm it forces
Don't know a nigga, don't know my bouts with drugs and liquor or the harm it causes
Life or death? I tried to lynch myself
Thought I could keep it all a secret, I convinced myself
But really, the folk that loved me, they could tell I was locin'
I couldn't see him, cry me a river cause it fell in the ocean
Numb to my words now, maybe felt I was open
I cut so many people loose, do I need help with devotion?
That's just some of the things I ask my Lord and Savior
And when He calls for me, will He have done us all a favor?
How did I make it here?
Who are y'all?
I feel so lost
Now I'm not seeing it clear
Is it my fault?
It's all in my head
I'm looking around like this can't be happening
Round of applause for the angry rappers
Lord, my girl cried me a flood than me a river
That's love, depending on me when I'm a dependent on liquor
I'm up in the shoe store, she got no love to show
You ever look at a bitch you was fucking behind your bitch back
Like fuck I was fucking you for?
I'm an artist so I'm intelligent
I would tell you to do some soul searching
But it's hanging up in my closet with your skeleton
It's gotta be a God's work, even a diamond gotta be polished first
A quarter's on the loose and I ain't been out here getting my dollars' worth
I had to remove the goggles first
To see through the sipping Patrón and fifty phoners for I need to go get me a kidney donor
Guru, Nate Dogg, go ahead blink a eye
Your doctor told me you close, go ahead drink and die
Buried under the stone where the Patrón fifth sits by
That reads "Here lies somebody who never wanted to be this guy"
How did I make it here?
Who are y'all?
I feel so lost
Now I'm not seeing it clear
Is it my fault?
It's all in my head
They say knowledge is power, great cause every day I learn
As of late been having revelations bout this hate term
Hate the way they judged me, till I got the case adjourned
Hated the belly of the beast till I became its tapeworm
When I said I'd stop getting high, tried to say it stern
Though I'm the type to walk through the fire to check the way it burn
They say my brain is off, I say how can it be?
If I'm out my mind, how can I be in-sanity?
The people used to say that I was scared of progress
They don't know how hard a nigga tried to advance
But I don't know who's more to blame, is it them for really not knowing me
Or is it me for never really giving them a chance?
Get too close, be too big of a threat
Now it's been little to no time, thinking why I ain't get rid of you yet
Gotta recognize my maturity, gotta see I'm grown
Let all my skeletons out the closet, just so I'd never be alone
Since I got trust issues I won't discuss with you
Besides God tell me who the fuck's supposed to save you
Pop won't have a man to man, was gone half my life so
Somewhere in his head probably feel it ain't his place too
Plus more people will see me soon, I mean I'll be on national TV soon
So when I ask if people I have around are a cancer for me
That's 4 million more that might be able to answer for me
How did I make it here?
Who are y'all?
I feel so lost
Now I'm not seeing it clear
Is it my fault?
These niggas lied to me way back,
Said this was where my buck stop
Ridin' right by in my fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop,
You'll never see these jeans sag
You would think so with this tucked Glock
And any nigga wanna go bar-for-bar
Know I'm always with that club hop
This your shit, y'all don't know shit
Them hoes you with is just average
This four spittin' that whole clip and my alibi is my bad bitch
So don't be the first to get it
My life is like a movie and your bitch deserve the credit
I just stood there and directed
She just did what I expected
Doin' me but you'd do me too
I'll be me, my nigga, you be you
I guess that men can be groupies too
Recognize a winner – live like a born sinner
Catered dinners, finna have a pool party in the winter
Finna skinny dip bitch fuck them drawers,
Her brains are killer and I love em' all,
Said my head got a price on it,
She come through and just suck it off,
So if you scared get a weapon
Every day a nigga live like he prepared for armagedon
Now when they call me to them gates and they ask me how I live
I feel I ain't have a choice like my stomach's to my ribs
Niggas wanted me dead, I kept hammers in the crib
But nah, I don't regret a fuckin' thing I ever did
So I spend like it's my last day
Club like it's my last day
Ride like it's my last day
Fry like it's my last day
Fuck like it's my last day
Fuck boys wanna blast me
This might be your last day
But it won't be my last day
Yes sir
Juicy J, Joe Budden
Lets get it
Mottos by my side
Shooters on my team
Choppers with the beam
Countin' up some green
Blowin' on a blue dream
My life is like a movie and your bitch just made a scene
Me and your bitch just made a scene
Wake up and I smoke somethin'
After that, I poke somethin'
Bet she bad with a fat ass
Beat it up like she stole somethin'
Fuck two times then I roll somethin'
Can't no nigga do it like me
All my chains is icy
All my clothes is pricy
In Louis Vuittons, no Nikes
I'm Nino Brown, you Ice-T
Snitchin' equals dead bodies
Snitchin' equals dead bodies
Nigga caught a death wish, think he caught me slippin'
I don't play that bull, boy
I shoot like Scottie Pippen
Now when they call me to them gates and they ask me how I live
I feel I ain't have a choice like my stomach's to my ribs
Niggas wanted me dead, I kept hammers in the crib
But nah, I don't regret a fuckin' thing I ever did
So I spend like it's my last day
Club like it's my last day
Ride like it's my last day
Fry like it's my last day
Fuck like it's my last day
Fuck boys wanna blast me
This might be your last day
But it won't be my last day
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I'm dressed up with my sport keys
My Rollie, bands, love short sleeves
Wanted man when I cross seas
All my bitches crossbreeds
These big faces talk Gs
I lace my H's, walk free
I'm V-Sixin' in V-Twelves
Ninety-three is my horse fee
Life's a bitch I figured I'd bone
Smoke this weed while I get a little dome
Black star when it's all said and done
Gotta put my name in the middle of the road
Open boxes, a pair a day
Mine don't come in pearl yet
Got a party out in the UK
I'mma hit them hoes with my Euro step
Insomniac, gotta live my life
Where's the pie? Gotta get my slice
I hommie shit, where's the body bag?
Kiss my Maserati ass
Two thick queens in a king's suite
Gettin' energized off thin sleet
I let all my AKAs hit
They thought I was ten deep
Miss waitin' on me get a hundred dollar tip
Pray to God, heard my number and I hit
Choose me, girl, make ‘em come in for the chip
When you doin' good all the summers go quick
Trust nobody, got thunder on the hip
Shotty in the crib, don't start no shit
Bad chick, ass and her stomach don't fit
Know your lane, don't come with no lip
Now when they call me to them gates and they ask me how I live
I feel I ain't have a choice like my stomach's to my ribs
Niggas wanted me dead, I kept hammers in the crib
But nah, I don't regret a fuckin' thing I ever did
So I spend like it's my last day
Club like it's my last day
Ride like it's my last day
Fry like it's my last day
Fuck like it's my last day
Fuck boys wanna blast me
This might be your last day
(Intro)
Some things need to be said
So when I step
I'll only say this one time
Just once
Just listen
Check this!
(Verse)
My castles started shrinking, something's gotta give,
Ended up being the smallest place that I had ever lived
One of the reasons I would do away would fame to say the least
Don't know who this people love, their names aren't on the list
It's a different type of monster, entertainment is a beast,
Were supposed to eat together, then I became the main feast,
If you're prayin on my kindness, taking advantage and Joe school
I'd have to ask what's your definition of soul food?
I bust my ass for my whole life and I worked hard for my profit
And envy I know cuts like a knife so you probably work hard to stop it
If you know me like you claim then how can you disregard my logic?
You know I cut my arms short and put my heart in my pocket
A pretty good judge of character, maybe I mistaked a few
Cut some people off but had no choices, what they made me do
Why would you take advantage when it's something I'da gave to you
And in the long run, it doesn't take from me, it takes from you
You'll probably tell me I'm a fucked up nigga
You got it wrong, I just wanna be fucked up with ya
Which forces me to get distant and I never wanna act away with you
But passion and desire never blends with lacks of days ago
No longer enable you, that's no longer favour you
But pride is on your sleeve so you'll just act like nothing phases you
Which can never equal good in fact
So love can be lost, I know exactly where I put it at
(Interlude)
Word!
Have no problem with nobody though
So have no problem with me
Figure
It's no beef, no malice
I got no vendetta with yall
So I only want better for myself
Might even want better for yall
(Verse)
My castle started shrinking, I tried my best to fight it
Don't know how it happened, don't know how they got invited
What's good with cabin fever and maybe they'll help create the space
Fluck your good intentions, more concerned with what's taking place
But everyone feels entitled, made up they mind, they got a right to
My peers transforming right before my eyes into my rivals
Like I had a car, you can have the clothes
Take all that shit that I don't love
I'm learning fast that recognition is its own drug
And what's worse than some of your actions being feminine
Is I got no way of knowing if your moves are really genuine
You there when it's bright, better be there when it's dark
You wasn't here for the ride, don't be there when I park
Figure I love niggas enough to let the world come and stay with me
And I'll stay trapped in this room to keep yall away from me
What's supposed to happen when I'm not hot anymore
Would yall rely on me being crazy, but what if I'm not anymore
The funny shit, and molies were cool when we all were doing em
But nobody recalled when I was the only one you were ruinin
I learned a long time ago in life that not much is fair
So no love loss, but not much is there
Déjà vu, this happened rapidly before
Every day's a constant struggle when you're a casualty of war
Which could only equal good in fact
I said all that I'll say, so I stand with no apologies
I've popped all that I popped, wasn't too recently that it got to me
Those of yall that love Joe, gotta admit the shit was a lot to see
Today I take all of the credit like I did away with modesty
I lost weight, lost faith, I got caught up in that vacuum
My stomach turned and my eyes burned, and I became best friends with the bathroom
Today it takes all the strength I have inside for me to avoid the rush
Face pokered over the toilet, all you hear is a royal flush
Was under the control, though they warned me about addiction
Mind manifested again in the form of a prescription
And it's funny what the effects of that little pill'll do
Funny shit that keeps you alive can also kill you
But it's my life, guess I'm stuck in it
Sometimes I wanna just be normal like them other kids
The demon I battle with every night is simply drugs and shit
But I'll runaway from it all if God deems that I've had enough of it
They say don't get lost, follower the leader
And don't do that, be a believer
When the sun goes down, you better hide
It's a dangerous world, better stay inside and
Run along, run along
It's a long long way, home from here
Run along, run along
It's a long long way, home from here, yeah
Uh, it go
How come they can roll? Yall tell me how come they can smoke, they can drink?
They get to do whatever they want and it don't interrupt the way they think
They all get to be regular, why is it only me this odd?
Me who can't even stand up straight, me who can't even keep a job
Maybe I'm asking for too much, a tiny piece of normalcy
Or answer to any one of my fucking prayers that's asking what's wrong with me
Maybe I'm tired of being unique, tired of being that outcast
I'm tired of me being the only one, so tired of you all not knowing about that
I'm tired of it all, want me to fall a spectacle, for the crowd to see
Or being the only one with faith, I'm tired of everybody doubting me
I'm tired of responding to grown ass folks that think so motha fuckin childishly
Aches, wish I could take my parents' genes the fuck up out of me
Tired of wanting to run somewhere, tired of having to bare it all
Tired of you fucks constantly taking from me and I'm willing to share it all
Tired of being objective, I'm tired of having to hear it all
But being alone is the only way I know to never be near it all
They say don't get lost, follower the leader
And don't do that, be a believer
When the sun goes down, you better hide
It's a dangerous world, better stay inside and
Run along, run along
It's a long long way, home from here
Run along, run along
I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)
And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet
And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)
Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it
I doubt it
I look over my shoulder not knowing where it's coming from
But knowing that its coming, I was bugging as a youngin'
Now im runnin from, somethin' that'll even out my dumb decisions
The night I shot and had him bleedin' out his lungs and spittin'
Do any sins go unforgiven? I hope not
Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,
Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting
So the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'
So not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'
I love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman
Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,
Gun on my waist and, "I don't give a fuck" is my plan.
You'll never understand my palm sweat
Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet
Go on let shorty sin
Cause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell,
that's brave enough to tell you everything
I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)
And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet
And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)
Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it
I doubt it
Fuck all that rapping, I'mma let the conversation rock
I got skeletons in my closet
The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock
When will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot
The black mamba when I crack vodka, I'mma take a shot
And Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop
Yeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase
Cover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face
I steadily dream about cleanin' these demons out
In order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout
All of your secrets out loud
It started as a kid at my school desk
Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test
Ain't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store
And living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor
So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore
That's when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor
And more came through Crooked I's youth
I slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth
For real, bro
I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)
And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet
And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)
Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it
I doubt it
I thought I had it all locked away till forever
But no memories fade away, They seem to stay
Comfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams
They say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?
See the problem is, I know it all
Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all
Maybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there's no remorse
Maybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals
Then again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all
We could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that's my department
Intercity blues cruise and I'm blasting that Marvin
Skeletons ain't in my closet, that's my apartment
And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments
It's all bleak to me
Tell my Pop I ain't bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it's weak to me
On one hand life is short and there's no excuse to do it
But you was missing half my life dog, I'm kind of used to it
Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don't understand
Me against the world, I plan on winning, know I'm on demand
Want to see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint
My roommates can stay here, just take care of half the rent
I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)
And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet
And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)
Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it
I doubt it
I doubt it
Governments fucked us over.
Zionist treaties ideology 1920's
Cancellation of life!
One Government One Theology!
Forced way of life And Sociology!
Fucked!
Government has fucked us over
Assassination is the key.
Murdering public officials.
I'd rather die than not be free!
Free!
Cursed evil that destroys our earth society.
Conforming our minds since birth and yes we're
alive in the land of the dead and like lambs to the
slaughter are led to a place where the holy and evil
are wed and with a shovel yes you will be put to bed
man kind dies atrocity human race extinct apathy
life's end prophecy global genocide atrocity unholy
religions of man that deceive
doctrines of falsehood which we believe
but watch in the end we will all
be judged the same governments not gods
are to blame we're the victims to their political
games and though chemicals and toxins, their deaths shall reign.
Bow to the master that feeds on your weakness
that is eating you now. Feel the disaster,
chemical Priest, preaching chemical hell.
Rejected are all those who stand in alliance.
Cast into pits of eteranal flame!
Instantly placed in the world of dejected,
engulfing your soul...
Demon!
I choose my victims Randomly. i don't give a fuck who you are!
Your end comes unexpectedly!
A mad attack...Destructing!
I hover above the body, I only see in black
and white. The taste of death i just discovered
i snap your neck with all my might!
Satisfied, I gloat with laughter, stagnant body robbed
of life! Deleting problems instantly, I ree the soul from
spreading.
White death, death's breath possessed!
Torture..Torture..Torture..Torture!
Before the setting sun and I'll appear
And know that I'm the one who will appear
We are gathered here today
To remember the departed and have a final say
But don't believe you've seen the last of this face
I'm only missing, not gone without a trace
The time for me to rise again is near, so...
Before the setting sun and I'll appear
And know that I'm the one who will appear
My lines crossed their streets of gold
So they tried to have me buried all those years ago
But my people wouldn't let me die
I'll keep surviving by the power of their minds
There's just one thing I need to hear
All you gotta do...
Before the setting sun and I'll appear
I don´t drive a beautiful car
And I don´t own an elegant home
I don´t have thousands to spend
Or a seaside cottage for the weekend
I´m just an ordinary guy
Afrofilipino average sort of guy
That´s what I am, ordinary guy
You left behind
Exclusive nightclubs are out of style with me
Cause I don´t associate with high society
I don´t hang around playboy millionaires
I´m just an ordinary guy you left behind
Ordinary ordinary guy
Afrofilipino average sort of guy
Taxi´s take me downtown
My apartment is my home
I spend the weekends with my friends
Otherwise I´m alone
Don´t know much about psychology
My deegrees are in streetology
Ordinary ordinary guy
And there'll be flowers baby, for you and me
just wait and see, and everyone is gonna come
and there be sunshine baby, in every room
that afternoon when we get married
chorus:
When we get married (When we get married)
When we get married (When we get married)
When we get married (When we get married) When we get
married
And there'll be church bells ringing everywhere
and this I swear it's gonna be for you and me
and in the chapel baby you wear my ring
and everything when we get married
I know there'll be some happy tears that day
when we are standing side by side
and when your daddy gives his little girl away
your mamma gonna break right down and cry
(Just clap your hands, everybody
Everybody, come on, clap your hands
You can ring my bell, everybody
Everybody, come on, ring my bell)
We got a new thing out, gonna make you shout
Got rhythm, got heat, gonna move your feet
Got class, finesse, a whole lotta style
Gonna be around for a long, long while
Got something for the young, something for the old
Something that's missing from the rock and roll
Just clap your hands, everybody, everybody clap your
hands
Just clap your hands everybody, everybody clap your
hands
It'll make you move, it'll make you go
Puts a capital "D" on the word "Disco"
Started in the States, jumped to Japan
Now it's known from the land to land
It's known in Egypt, it's known in Rome
Known in Puerto Rico, from home to home
Just clap your hands, everybody, everybody clap your
hands
Just clap your hands everybody, everybody clap your
hands
You heard it in England, you heard it in France
The music bound to make you dance
the music good and sounds terrific
Written in Chinese and hieroglyphics
It's got a new beat and I want you to know
It's a new thing out called mestizo
Just clap your hands, everybody, everybody clap your
hands
Just clap your hands everybody, everybody clap your
hands
(Just clap your hands, everybody
Everybody, come on, clap your hands
You can ring my bell, everybody
Everybody, come on, ring my bell)
(You can ring my bell, everybody
Everybody, come on, ring my bell
You can ring my bell, everybody
Everybody, come on, ring my bell)
Rock, swing, shake, sing
Dance, everybody, to a brand new thing
Get up, everybody, and boogie to the beat
Fly, girls, cool guys, stamp your feet
Just ring my bell, ding-a-ling-a-ling
Come on, everybody, come on and shake your thing
Just rock, everybody, everybody shake your thing
Just shake, everybody, everybody rock and sing
I'm a wizard in biology, don't you know
I can disect a frog from head to toe
I can play basketball and jump so high
I can leap tall buildings, I can even fly
I'm known in the east and I'm known in the west
My blood is mestizo, known as the best
Just rock everybody, everybody shake your thing
Just shake everybody, everybody rock and sing
They're dancing in the streets and cling 'round town
Rap-o-clap-o, that's the sound
Smack 'em in the head and kick 'em in the knee
Wake 'em from the dead to dance with me
Just kick off your shoes and count to five
Rock to the rhythm and come, come alive
One, two, three, four, five
Rock, everybody, everybody come alive
One, two, three, four, five
Rock, everybody, everybody come alive
(Just clap your hands, everybody
Everybody, come on, clap your hands
Just clap your hands, everybody
Everybody, come on, clap your hands)
(You can ring my bell, everybody
Everybody, come on, ring my bell
You can ring my bell, everybody
Mestizo, you're the air,
Mestizo, you're the world,
Latino, thaino, chicano, cubano,
Domenicano, argentino, colombiano, moreno,
Venezuela, Nicaragua,
Puerto Rico, moreno.
Standing around telling jokes
We can't go no where because we're broke
And we don't care if the weather may be bad
It's just me and the fellas
Under the streetlamp(2)
Just dreaming of the days that lye ahead
And growing up was the one dream that was in our heads
Bobby wants to be the heavy weight champ
But his dreams got to go a lot further
Under the streetlamp(2)
(Ooooohhh yeah)
(Yeeaahh)
Just a bunch of fellas from the poor side of town
Under the streetlamp is the happiness we found
In a neighborhood where most every things rundown
So all we've got to make it to the brighter side of town
Woooooohhh
Willie Mase a fella like you and me
He made it big in the major leagues
But before he became the major league champ
He stood around just like me and the fellas
Under the streetlamp
(Under the streetlamp)
Under the streetlamp
(Under the streetlamp)
(Song fades out)
Every city and town
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