Okay Slay, you called in the right niggaz man Yeah, JUMP OFF! (Yeah uhh, KaySlizzy) Joey Crack, I see you out there in the B-X baby! (Cook coke crack)
[Chorus: Joe] Sweat is our cologne we grindin House-landin homes we ballin Duece to the game we payed 'em Hits for y'all the same we bring 'em Oh my, look what we got Three boss players chillin in one spot It's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe and then - it's whoa-ohhhh-ohhhh
[Fat Joe] Yeah, uhh, yo, uhh I gotta be "The Flyest" like my homie from Q-B Niggaz know the Don be the sickest with jewelry Niggaz seen the TS piece, and got they weight up Do you see the size of this charm, Mr. Jacob Nigga get your cake up, wanna get bling'd out Whether sky-blue or chinchill, I'm minked out Down in Miami, bitches say they love me Niggaz gettin mad cause the bitches wanna fuck me Always lend an ear when they man ain't listenin Put somethin mean in they ear to glisten Put 'em in the kitchen, let 'em get they bake on Love it how your ass fallin out of the apron We be makin love on the side of the road in the back of the Maybach, the curtain is closed You know how it go, we be laid back puffin the dro Then it's back to the crib down on Coconut Grove Youuuu know
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[Joe Budden] Okay, hold up baby sweetie, lady darling It's the, way you treat me; wait nah It's the way I tap that last, she callin me pat that back Ah dios mios when I smack that ass It's that, pimped out demeanor She pimped out with Senior, it's the good limp with the Nina How I spit the 'caine game like I came from Yale How the cops ca
Intro: Pump p Pump Pump Pump p p Pump Pump it up Pump p Pump Pump Pump p p Pump Pump it up Pump p p Pump Pump it up (Just Blaze) We gon' do it like (Uuh, uuh, uhh)
Verse 1: Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk With a dame and shit that's drunk You came to get it on More than 5 O's in ya bank then get it on Roll up like that stank and get it on Slank that fitted on, came to get it on Hold up she want work that, twork that Then again lemme hurt that, murk that Til ya gotta hurt back Can't spit it out Boo you gotta slurp that Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that Joey I'm responsible for bringin' Jersey back (And we bad huh) She at the bar stylin' she throwin' it up She drink a little hypno, throwin' it up But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut Ma if you agree I want nut Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (Uuh)
Chorus: Fellas, Do ya thing lemme do my thang I mean, Do ya thing lemme do my thang Shorties, Move that thing mami move that thang C'mon, Move that thing mami move that thang Hustlers, Do ya thing lemme do my thang Please tell the DJ, pump p p pump pump it up
Bridge: I see some haters grillin' I see some ladies chillin' I see that girlie I've been plottin' to get She can hop in the whip And we can Pump p p Pump Pump it up
Verse 2: OK, we was leaving we was done Then she said "Can my people's come" Here we go I see it don't stop They wanna ride in something where the rims don't stop Look baby you fine but ya girlfriends not And then she wanna holdout getting cute on the phone I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on ya own My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much My jump off never ask why I go out so much My jump off never has me going out of my way And she don't want nothin' on Valentines Day My jump off don't argue or get rebellious And she don't mind hangin' out with the fellas My jump off's not insecure or jealous (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
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Verse 3: Y'all dudes keep talkin' 'bout ya ice and all the shine to it That's alright go cross-world find cubic Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid Tellin' me she don't give brain like I'm stupid You can do anything if you put ya mind to it (Get it) Think about it the game is bad playa Ain't it bad playa Don't worry Joey will change it back playa Might of heard me spittin' with Cain and Fab playa I got the set boards to bring it back playa Bang and clap playa Front man no longer playin' the back playa Plain as that playa 808's pumpin' bang the track playa Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa Look, whatchu want bump double click pump Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off When all the streets need is j j j jump off j j Jump j j j j j j Jump off (Uuh, uuh, uuh)
[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) (AYOOOOOOOOOO!!!!)
Pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me Pray for me, somebody just pray for me Somebody pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me Somebody pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me Now if it goes to the wire I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter Walk barefoot over the coals through the fire I thought the toll would be lighter Make sure that blunt is rolled a little tighter I tell 'em I'm just looking for some piece of mind But they say I'm only working with a piece of mine If I'm a do it it be on my own accord, no crutch Swear to god I've never called upon the lord so much Play the corner of the club, laughing at the wanna-bes It's ironic cause they everything I wanna be Would light a ton of reef But that's gon' unleash Everything I'm trying to hide underneath Then I'd lose all I've earned And if there's two things that I've learned Is I'm the only thing at stake And when you the only thing real Really you the only thing fake It must be time to escape from that And fuck rhymes, might be time to escape from rap Why should I be the only nigga to escape from the act? So I lie since everybody just escapes from facts Yo that sucka shit niggas be on I can't dig it Joe ? won't lose even if you plan to rig it Yeah, nothing to prove, with no fear of how I'm depicted I'm here, won't move, I don't care to be evicted You don't like how I move? Well I ain't gonna keep still Any nigga want me killed Wanna leave me in the streets peeled Well if it happens it happens, I believe in free will Just know that ain't how we built I'll call niggas that'll dead you for a cheap thrill When the clips empty, they gonna try to refill And I'm a be the dude to try and stop 'em like, "please chill." Y'all know all I'm about They keep putting up roadblocks I keep finding alternate routes Now success seems likely everybody wanna try me I'm all for it, can't trip me up I won't fall for it I'm just a man without a care
Neighbor to heartache, roommate with despair Reminded my past is darker Cause when A.M. died I was staring at Travis Barker Wishing it was something I could say to make him cheer up And so I prayed ? he teared up I ain't wanna see him go through that The same shit that I feel, never showed you that Cause it's none of nobody's business And it just makes you look weaker Every joke is just smoke Look deeper, nevermind, don't bother Some of y'all smarter Enough ain't got sense that if you try harder You'll get a glimpse of everything that I harbor We all ain't got the strength to be a martyr So to everyone who ever loved me: I apologize and I'm sorry Wholeheartedly, can't change it's just part of me Not music, shit's art to me Too fucked up to drive, here's the car keys I don't care where we go, get it far from me Choices I don't wanna make I know I have to Worlds going faster So my ride or die chose the latter I'm looking for a rush out of habit Truth is, there is such thing as too much for a addict Ain't the nigga I'm belittled as, riddle that, nigga come from middle class If you speak to me, show a little class Dropped out of school, a nigga couldn't sit through class Learned to fall asleep through the sound of a pistol's blast I come from where dad taught mom to get high She's strong so we still got by When I picked up the drug why the fuck was they surprised? If it wasn't for your genes I wouldn't lust the supply I come from a whole hood, telling me that I'm next Handed me a mag, must've known that I was Complex They say that you a wild individual You just not getting my style, you too typical Now everybody got a word for me Shit y'all deem important ain't pertinent to me Put your opinion with a feather, balance that Grab medicine, when the success and the talent match Now pray for them
Come along, co-co-come, come along But I don't trust niggas so make sure you come alone I hand picked you you think sensibly They friends with you don't need them to be friends with me Come along I'm gonna take you to some spots that you might like But bring shades you gonna need them for the bright lights Grab a drink and invite dykes that like Vic's We always end up fighting cause that's my vice Come along, co-co-come, come along And you'll see how it feels when you're sitting on the throne When you're so much better but they act like it ain't known So if somebody else is on it's a temporarily loan Hard to compete when there ain't no competition If everybody's the best why I feel like the comp missing Forced to find inspiration when I never had to So I go against myself it's a better battle Come along, co-co-come, Come Along Turn up the volume on a favorite song We got so much in common Except when it comes to rhyming She feel like lyrics are so intrusive I feel about her the way she feels about music Shes cute She don't like the words, she just like the beat And I'm thinking me too BIOTCH
(Let It Breathe) Come along, co-co-come, Come Along Can't we dim the lights let me get in my zone Come along, co-co-come, Come along But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone (Let It Breathe)
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along And watch these niggas that's doing it all wrong Throwback swag, nigga still doing rims Still doing throwbacks, you still doin Timbs? Looking for a way to save, you ain't earning no cake Move back in with moms she won't turn you away Then you all on the blogs showing off on CL When it's followed by a K gotta know it's a mistake Benefit of the doubt homie, if that ain't your daughters car I suggest you stop rapping about a automar Cause in return I'm just going to call a fraud Every time I hear a bar about the balla you are Come along, co-co-come, Come Along She gonna prolly drop her draws if she step into my home She probably going to be on cock It's Big enough to get lost in without Jack or John Locke On the water like an island thinking' she on the dock So she puttin in work so I'm thinking she on the clock Slow down baby what you trying to prove?
When you live like me it's funny what one night can do
(Let It Breathe) Come along, co-co-come, Come Along Can't we dim the lights let me get in my zone Come along, co-co-come, Come along But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone (Let It Breathe)
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along Is you niggas out your mind? Is it hard to recognize when you out your prime? Maybe they can't imagine living life without that shine Walk around Hollywood like you're so in demand But when label stop acting nigga so do the fans Nigga you ain't a superstar, no allure bout you And when you talk about me, it says more about you Come along, co-co-come, Come Along Wonder why I ain't around niggas changing tone that's the way it looks But they really think whatever they say behind my back will manage to stay put We know the same people, go the same places From the same hood, can only be so evasive Come along, co-co-come, Come Along When you're from where I'm from you're going to prolly meet the chrome It ain't just me, it's like that where we all from Thought some of them niggas just do it out of boredom Some just preppin for the day they see a war come Hanging in the wrong place if you never saw one Come Along, co-co-come, Come Along I don't know who you done dealt with in the past Better be self sufficient ma you don't get a pass Cause your thighs are thick and you got a little ass You lookin for a suga daddy then go for it Twenty something years old with nothing to show for it Talkin' bout she was raised different Well get your own pockets bitch so was I Come along, co-co-come, Come along I don't call them verses, they similar to poems Similar to scriptures Similar to pictures You can stick to rap what we doing is much bigger
(Let It Breathe) Come along, co-co-come, Come Along Can't we dim the lights let me get in my zone Come along, co-co-come, Come along But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone (Let It Breathe)
[Fabolous] These n-ggas losing their minds You find that theres no reward They say they already home It's really clear they abroad They sound like they boxed in It's not just where they record There's a cost to be the boss they can't clearly afford Swear to the Lord, theres guns like the audience You put on a show, my 40 clearly applauds Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored Plotting on a Kanye, but screaming where's my award Ballin out of control, never won an ESPY Bout to buy a black ghost and call that sh-t SP Flow outta this World, I'm coming for my Moon man You n-ggas slide back like that walkin on the moon dance No glitter glean, handgun with a beam Have some boys follow you, street fam, twitter team Like you could f-ck with me Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam aint the only ones with a dream I'm a grown ass man, this kid a teen You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream Audi coupe looking good so I went and copped it Got that TT poppin' like a trending topic My ride is matte black My pride is that jack It might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked Anyway though, styles don't apply to me Jeff Goldblum couldn't be more fly to me Shorty say right after the suck f-ck proof You hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose You shoulda got the message that I chuck up deuce Break em off and leave it You seen my f-cked up tooth It's f-cka bitch, there's more fish in the aquarium I rarely hear no, like when n-ggas ask you to marry them There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them
[Joe Budden] Reporting live from the beacon Booth tired from the beatin Had foreplay all day Prepin' the beatin' the mic for a threesome With my vocal's bi-coastal, speakin til their eyes totaled Mr wi-fi, out a franchise go to Magic, standby local's Watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the pro-tools I teach you how to have models screaming get behind me E-pills and maybach's aint gon matter if your tip is tiny Nevermind me, we could get knee deep in the beef Seek me with the heat but you'll need more to keep me on a leash Here's a cc for the peeps that wanna see me in the streets Invest in Rockports and be easy on your feet Give a few hammers, a few semi's and a few snubs to a few crips, Couple vampire's and true bloods Gambling in casino's, have a hundred handing me my c-notes The modern day gambino I'm careful every step I take You the n-gga walk up in a shootout with some pepperspray That'd be the last mistake you ever make Me I chop his head off from a rooftop And race it downstairs just to see if I can catch his fade Like groceries when I'm shooting at fags Make sure the breads separated and put the fruits in a bag Withstand the hatred Dudes is falling off doing all they can to save it But everybodys run stops ask Brandon Jacobs What y'all call swag to me is all faggotry Fours want blatt at me that'd equal more casualties Abort the strategy Or get attacked with that Duracell they put in your back Now thats assault and battery You can keep the b-tching to yourself There's beams on every burner These lasers, a petition wouldn't help! What good is having shooters if they the type that miss? Where I'm from, better be careful when you drive that whip N-ggas put they life at risk for pies that flip In my town Ben Affleck wouldnt try that sh-t
And if he did he'd get turned around burnt down Tell 'em new jacks it'll be a while fore they eligible to earn the crown
[Lloyd Banks] Acid out the baggie This is more than dope Flawless flow F-cking off a sign every horoscope to wore my robes Strappin up the corner cold, critical Unquestioned, my opponents know I shoot like capono, watch me own the show Chromatose, toasted, getting money while I roam the coast Stones and boats, mansions, homes, and hopes I deserve 'em both, overdose Time to earn my votes, watch me turn the volts Voltage through a hater, this electric chair, danger Yeah, I see ya Now make way fore it turn to diarrhea Hear a microphone will give you 3 of everything I wear yeah Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer Style thats outta here, rare, thousands by the chair, square Sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary Get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your theory heat I got a drop damp here, n-ggas try me barely No one breathes, I need an ants ear, precious necessary Got my mind on the cheddar kill my haters together Bury em in abundance and starve there family's stomach's Paper come in my thumbage, brand new fifties and hundreds On point, just like the drum is I'm warning them baby mothers Got the hunger of a broke rapper Kill you while I'm rollin up then smoke after Catch you at your show, snatch ya, empty out the dough faster Bentley off the scene, magnum Mo splasher, four packer Southside n-gga spittin coke at ya!
[Royce Da 5'9"] This is for the fronters and the naysayers I'm about to scare away the drummers and the bass players They say I'm out of my league on this one So when I get done I want you to cut your f-ckin ears off, Twitpic 'em! Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity You gon be around here bout long as Justin Bieber's virginity This is Jesus identity, mixed with weed Hennessey, kennedy, king Mixed with a kill or be killed, killer regime Ill as you seen, switch Y'all write all that hard sh-t then you fall right off, it's horrible My oracle is all I offer, so before I borrow You won't be here tomorrow flow Sorry, I will probably Adios my body with somebody toast This sh-t just practice Sickest rapping Baptist Kill your pastor, steal your chapstick After that make you kiss a cactus Then, take your hoe, make the hoe give the whole clique fellatio Everyone, that wasn't the whole entourage on HBO Then after that, I tell her, I can't do much with you, shawty! I just found out I could fly to Dubai and hire buffy the body! Dont call us if the bitches ain't flawless If they are then we can hang like Aretha Franklin bra-less The drunk me can box like the sober you The sober me be more nervous than Waka Flocka in the voting booth We beef like being deep and dumping K's You beef like Lady Gaga and her stylist Y'all get together to look good in front of a bunch of gays My feng shui is a pump in the desert You'll come up shorter than an Asian jumping out of a trunk in the desert While my wolfpack looks for strippers and cocaine N-ggas snitching, it's a shame We call em male tattlers Fiends touching they noses more than URL battlers It's hard to spit saliva when you spit fire So I'll just pour sugar in your gas tank Put a banana in your tailpipe Ah ha, so the car can fit the driver
Check it No regrets, nigga no regards I know the bar, raise mine, yall can lower yalls What I lack in talent, I normally show in heart Prolly why they want the encore before the show can start So if you in my life, know ya part That's the best way for us to never grow apart Even through the mid-life crisis', yall know who the nicest is Always tell it like it is in spite of it Dudes frontin quite a bit, know i've grown tired of it Sometimes you'd rather just watch the movie than write the script Authentic, ???? More vintage, yall mimic, all gimmick I ridicule what's been done See I aint fooled by what's spewed bout they income Lose some you win some Perception, shit'll give you grey hairs and then some Inception are you living a dream of livin in one Haters see me get to thinking that it cant be all good So I just kill them with the car, Brandy Norwood And keep chasin success that yall scared of Done carryin dead weight, I'm no longer the paul bearer Check, I'm too grown for all the games I dont play with suckers I'm on the sideline, just watchin the dave and busters But when you think of Joe this is unrefutable (Not a word, he means irrefutable) The paint is fucked up, but the picture gon' be beautiful
Its gonna be a short summer Cause most of yall ain't built to last It's gonna be a short summer Cause soon enough your shit gon' pass It's gonna be a short summer You had your fun but now it's done It's gonna be a short summer A new season has begun
Which wrong are you an heir to How can I be compared to Nigga you fallin off with a parachute Ya stack short, you got some earnin to do You new school, just means you got some learnin to do I dont care to argue You to easy to tear apart through What I hear is partial, that whole project is Sarah Marshall
And I dont know what type of shit you on I tried to make you get the point but you was Chris Duhon So where Ray Felton when you need em When niggas show you who they really are you should believe them Catch me with the top down, turnpike speedin Bout to have Jersey on fire like Cleveland With my back in the wall I ain't never got slayed shit Lebron was king until that pressure got Wade So if you marry the game i'll be at the alter waitin With some niggas I dont call till its an altercation Less bail money, less court cases More mile high, more vacation More of my back rubbed, more of my feet massaged Had me thinkin she invented face time Steve Jobs They can't stay afloat, they proll need a mention We in two different boats, but yours need an engine Nerve of you niggas I earth you niggas Took the mirena out of shorty, gave birth to you niggas Dog, I hear everything you say You Steve Irwin to a upset stingray A lighter to a upset Jean Grey Now who's hotta, you notta True scholar, new prada, a few dollars Niggas want to hit em with the chrome like Blaka I'm waiting for them when they get home like Posada How did he compare a stove to hells kitchen That just make a man real mad, Mel Gibson So death to all the bullshit by any means Kill em all, hang em from the ceilin using skinny jeans For aspiring rappers that want to pop a can For the families of Sean Bell, Oscar Grant Nigga ya heat wave is almost up Playing for keepsake you almost fucked So when you talk about Joe When you done being critical Say the painter was wild But he made sure the portrait was original
Talk to em Only my true motherfucker know Realest shit I ever wrote it's, it's
Check this
I be at the mall Walk up at in the store Glance up at the wall Pick out a few kicks I need eleven in these Mater a fact while you at it Bring them in a size six I take shorty shoes off Like here try on these Jay's make shore them shit fit But in my head it gets thick Saying Joey fall back Cause thats not your kid I don't know you lil nigga And plus I got a son of my own But he's at home and the way he's being raised I don't really condone (nah) Cause his pops been gone Fuck it ill explain it to him later when he grown Enough to have a phone ask him why mommy hit me and he gotta sneak to call me whenever he's alone So you wouldn't know it but i got a soft spot for you She would share them same obstacles Looking from the outside may seem like you neglecting but when he slips up and call me dad I correct him I protect him when baby girl start Venting about you I say respect him And though it seems out of order My own mistakes has turn me into your biggest supporter Fast forward you wouldn't believe How I could love like mine what I didn't conceive Try to help him be shit that I never achieve Am I doing it for him or is it my own grieve to see Me and my baby moms we don't do the conversations Shame cramp in the back two bed room shack
With seven people living there just congregating Some when you child with me i'm over compensating I'm talking eight bedrooms seven baths My son thinking that's the shit that only heaven have Mines got a deeper pool yours get to see the view White marble around the inger mines got gold and white Yours just got to walk outside and the funny shit The irony of it all and its sad Cause you walk away Yea i'm the step dad And then you get on skype Saying how you being whats the word And I be in the back ground listening like this mother fucker here got some nerve He says bye daddy I love you I be wanting to snuff you but I wouldn't have him thinking less of you But he's accepted and the shit is wild He picks up on ever think and he's just a child But through all my resistance I'm afraid this two year old could already see the difference He see you don't provide when your capable Why we never fix things while we are still able to So your annoyed kinda hampers me give my void I always wanted a family Just to greet when I get through the door You gone to have to take the "L" I can't give you yours I'll do all of da work You ain't gotta be bothered You could be a dad I'll be his father I relate though So I know it hurts Gotta be uncomfortable When the role reverse I been in your shoes my whole life nigga Try these on I relate though so I know it hurts Gotta be uncomfortable when the role reverse
[Joe Budden - Verse 1] Something must've changed me, n-ggas might defame me But things that used to taint me, no longer seem to restrain me Strangely I'm no longer sad man or angry Shame-ably it pains me, feeling like this just ain't me Mainly what do I tell all the people that thanked me Mainly those who ordain me, aside from can you blame me Motivation they was supplying me no longer providing me Jason Williams something killed whatever was driving me Worrying less about the past more about the now Less about what I'm going though more about the how It's for certain it's been 30 years being fit for hurting Now I'm a different person with nohing to overcome in the mist of burdens For certain, got 6 figures in my sock drawer And honestly this year I expect to make a lot more It's hard to live without a budget when life is corrupted In a house thats so peaceful that I'm trying to disrupt it Scream f**k it not because I have to but because I love it Which makes me as fake as the puppets that I speak of disgusted Without a paddle up sh-t's creek Dig deep and see it ain't life it's just me So be warned as I'm putting on like I'm deformed Only so y'all can accept it as being my norm Maybe I quit working on me, maybe I given up Maybe I been lying to myself maybe I give a f-ck.
[Chorus] It's enough to make you black out, pull a mac out Aim it at the sky while I'm running from a black cloud Every day we playin cat and mouse as I watch it hoverin over my glass house It's enough to make you spazz out, pull a mac out Aim it at the sky while I'm running from a black cloud Tired enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud.
[Joe Budden - Verse 2] I say it loud hoping someone can hear me clearly Trying to make my girl get it she don't know it's very scary But she's a nympho she can come barely near me She still want the God and i don't think she's mary mary The prettiest bitches they just want to service me While n-ggas prettiest bitches wouldn't get a word from me Some of you haven't heard from me some of you wouldn't mind murking me
Found that news funny likes its stright from Ron Burgundy These n-ggas ain't never seen dough They can't dream though i bump into 'em in between shows People say im emo what that really mean though Is though the song can't breathe I actually make it seem so I lost loved ones because they couldn't deal with me Cherish whoever still with me though the marriage be killed in me Normally it's just me and my lonely mind Everyone storm is different so this forecast is only mine Fans recognize my misery uplifted me Shifted me to my epitome, guess the curse is a gift to me Maybe its serendipity, maybe it's weighing on me physically Maybe I should man up and tell GOD not to solicit me Been medicated, meditated Sedated, hated Character assassinated, all theses years I masqueraded Hard headed, if it was on my mind I had to say it Tongue on the devil's pitchfork to see how disaster tasted Rap is fabricated, rappers are so exaggerated Wouldn't be scared of the truth if they weren't castrated Grab a mag, spray it, surrounded by people to shoot it before me Better unconditionally love my beautiful ugly Now lemme speak to who I cater to Would you love me to say(or sang?), before my weeks were not favorable Promised to maintain being unique but relatable All while suffering from a disease that could do away with you Poetry on the beat, spoken-word for the masses Therapy over pro-tools, every word is on acid Continents on Kush, every vowel is blunted Highly wanted this whole organization privately funded This is bigger than the Eiffle, this is alert to public Had a cop us by our tunnels and our bridges with the rifle Sentences meant to stifle, this is a man aching This is the damn breaking, contraband in the making This is panic unveiling, got potential but I never met it He be trying to come over, it seem like GOD won't let it Either he never got my invite or he jus dismissed it But if all I'm hearing are the sounds of blackness, why am I pessimistic? You'll never progress if you'll never try All I ask, let every word I birth, never die My wings spread, but when I'm at the sky Weather didn't change like I thought and had me petrified. [Chorus]
[Fabolous] Yeah, uh huh, uh, uh Ghetto! Oh yeah Please believe it, believe it please Uh, Desert Storm, okay, that's right, uh Street Family, yeah They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
[DJ Envy - overlapping Fabolous intro] New Fabolous, Paul Cain, Joe Buddens This shit's called Grand Theft Audio C'mon maan!
[Fabolous] The kid's usually armed Especially since I put canary jewels in the charm and a mule on my arm (Yeah!) And find who you fools wanna harm Make sure ya kids wear a vest underneath they school uniform (C'mon) The pound slugs look like combos A couple in the face will make celebrities look like John Doe's (Who dat?) I'll show ya'll what the X7 look like almost (Yeah) Private jet interiors that look like condos Ya security look like Arnold But he never had so many stitches in his head, they look like cornrows (Uh ugh) Two long Desert Eag's, four on the chest It feel like you got no shirt in the Tuscon desert heat Crib got large screen cinema, garage look similar To looking in a Dupont registry I'm assuming you cats spread rumors like that 'Cause you never seen ya moms speak wit a aluminum bat Ghetto
[Joe Budden] OK thugs, call the troops, tell them load they slugs (Buddens) In the closet is the long nose and O.J. gloves I don't care what type burner ya using Gangsta it out, let's put the heat down, do some furniture moving Look, tried and acquitted Rap suckers, all ya lives I lived it, remember I'm the guy that did it Who drives the 6's? Dogs, you can't ball out No matter how much you customize ya Civics Block work, glock work, give him CPR (For what?) For trying to play his A-dat in a VCR Keep on following Scarface, I'm plotting a car chase Stop! It's Jumpoff wit Desperado's guitar case I ain't gotta call on hounds (Why?) When ya guns is like the last Lennox Lewis fight, short on rounds I'm used to dra-ma, ride wit the tool and hammer All you young rap dudes is bammers
[Paul Cain] Don't let me out of my cage, the world ain't ready for Cain The black talons and the calico confetti ya brain I rock Lacosta, the kid wit the roaster is back No top, sitting on 20's opposed to them black Hang rappers from helicopters, Sosa of rap I don't talk, I pull toasters, approach ya, and clap I still hustle coca and crack Just got in the game and already platinum posters and plaques I don't write, I speak what I feel And pop off po's dog, I don't need a reason to kill I'm like 2 weeks from a deal, like 2 g's from a mil Right hand, few feet from the steel They wonder how I flow so strong 'Cause I live what I spit, my smallest hammer is a 44 long I spit pain rap, when Cain clap, duck for cover Hot hanger, torch ya girl, and pluck ya mother Always ready to clash wit titans And the princesses in my watch look like a flash of lightning Same box I got for the gun you stash ya ice in Make niggas sell they soul and cash they life in Motherfucker!
[DJ Envy] People's choice Don't forget Desert Storm My man Kah, Paul Cain, Fabolous, Joe Buddens Fat shout Varcity clothing line My man James A.D Desert Storm mixtape Volume 1 Blok Party You know!
Woooh. The weekend is here... (Aye) Which only means one thing. It's time to call up that old faithful weekend warrior. And ladies if you don't know what the weekend warrior is, 9 times out of 9 you are definitely the weekend warrior (oh yea, you're it) Now the weekend warrior is the girl that you never see during the weekday, you don't know what it that she does Where's she's from, what's her name (you don't know, who she is) She doesn't know who your family, your friends, (you don't know) She just comes in, goes straight to the room, get naked And waits for instructions She leaves out, tells the doorman, "this time again next weekend" And he says, "I know that's right" (see you later) Now the weekend warrior we've never seen in the daylight She may even be a vampire, I don't know (true blood, baby)
But I know is when she leaves, I am very pleased (too cold, baby) And can't wait til next weekend Weekend warrior, come out and play-ay Now the weekend warrior doesn't need no juice, no water, you don't have to be a great host (she don't need no juice, she don't need no food) All she comes with is a bottle of Purell Gotta keep it clean, baby Weekend warrior, I know you're out there. (Jazzy adlibs)
[Joe Budden - Verse 1:] I broke down a while ago Finally picking up the pieces Memoirs of how the undefeated Can feel depleted I dont talk to God as a matter of fact I plead with At times I hate my reflection and others I?m conceited Half the time I?m arrogant other times I?m vengeful At times it?s to convince me, at times it?s to convince you Done a lot of wrong but I aint never felt resentful Its been so many times I?ve lost track of who to repent to Half the time I?m in the cut Dont want you to notice me Roll with me and you?ll see that I?m only awkward socially Half the time I?m spiteful, double barrell rifle I owe so many payback I feel like I got the right too So if you need a case in point you can refer to Budden And it will prove that painkillers never murdered nothing All it did was make me succumb put ice in me Put ice in me, make me numb When I revisit the places it takes me from I?m strong...
[Chorus:] Strong enough to catch contact right Smell it as soon as you get in my ride See with me, rules never apply Dont tell me how I should live my life Put your seat back, got it if you need that You should really fuck with me Tell me if you wanna ride or die, la la la la la la la la
[Joe Budden - Verse 2:] Listen up as the center reports My inner thoughts are like a inner war Headaches act as a trembling force on my mental ward Mentals distraught Every word fromt his sentence the boss It?s brought to you like the people your ministers Porsche Tight roping on dental floss Before the haters begin to get lost Coke and weed got my temperment off But why would my temper get lost When as soon as the temperature frost I?m probably having intercourse in a resort Criminal report, pricey condo?s at a minimal cost My train of thought aint as simple as yours So if our paths happen to incidentally cross I pray that you can overlook all my miniature flaws Until then lets let the bass kick Take the shots straight I dont see a need to chase it
Trying to fight the urge til there?s something to replace it I welcome ya?ll to be my co-pilots on this spaceship
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden - Verse 3:] Yo, me and the game would get so blunted We?d order take out from the chinese stores They make sure you bring change for a hundred Rob em, safety on the metal?s off Figured if we beat the breaks off em Then how the fuck was he gon pedal off Some live and die by the high, I was born by it Since Pac gave my mom the needle like go on try it Got me feeling like aint a nigga can harm me So I go and scoop a mommy that wanna come join the army She was so militant, disciplined, intelligent So I whispered to her, bet you wouldnt mind shilling it I got to know her on my sofa I gave her my honourable discharge and she took like a soldier Since she the type you gotta watch when she come around Really she only get high so she can come down Lost her when I said she aint gotta settle Once you start to handle life you?ll be on the same level
[Chorus]
[Crooked I - Verse 4:] When I was five this what my father said I should have pulled you out and left you on your momma?s waterbed You asked me, my poppa?s dead Alcoholic jeans from him since a toddler bottle fed Put me on your stainless, I?m brainless, I?m a hollow head My life was the crazyiest Surprised I?m even walking, can you blame me if I?m atheist But I aint Stephen Hawkings I know God is in my radius I can see him walking in the face of an innocent baby but not when preacher?s talking My people sleep in coffins I miss em I?m breaking down in the face of a bad bitch that I?m supposed to be taking down Baby ride while I?m crying, I?m dying inside Cause my pain is beside a giant lethiathon and I?m hiding from the World They hit me with everything but the kitchen sink How ironic? same place I vomit when I lick a drink Apparently I need to get a shrink How can therapy take care of me when I don?t give a fuck what niggas think!
When the night falls, and the smoke clears Millions of miles away, yet they so near I remember memories, so I?m never lead astray When tomorrow comes I know it?s only due to yesterday Without a boundary, check my latitute New attitude, see I?m grateful for having grattitude I?m not complacent, but got no regrets Few hatin niggas want to see me regress Deep breath, life is too short for me to be stressed Interpret ice grillin and their way of sayin he?s blessed You wanna hate, I got my own show, be my guest Remember doctors used to tell me I was depressed At the time was dating a model with double d chest Till I thought, then she laughed that shit off and said these?s F?s Before I bought my first gun, was already armed Teach you bout coof, little bit of class heavy charm Used to get my laughs(?), for a nice chain, heavy charm High school drop out, but went to every prom Now everyone I went to high school with They 30 years plus still on some high school shit Seems like all the fly niggas, and bitches that was well off Is junk head high niggas, all the bitches fell off From surgery, rappin to niggas that never heard of me Burglaries, dappin up niggas that want to murder me If you close minded, I call that an emergency Blind fold yourself as if there?s nothin more to further see Honestly that?s absurd to me
If the sky is the limit then where is the urgency I embrace life, I?m so carefree I won?t judge y?all if you don?t care to be Just know no matter who you are, the right system Can turn a role player into a superstar I?m talking rock bottom, a whole ?nother teir Stuck in the moment made me move to a whole ?nother year How?d I become straight forward, no baggage Y?all can run from the past, I?ma make my way towards it Nigga I remember stage fright Back when I didn?t know if I could rock the stage right Who knew I?d end up being the nicest My point, hard to come up short when shit is priceless Hard to come up short when shit is priceless
I can?t explain it, I just gotta embrace it But something got me feeling this way Instead of running, I?m waiting here for it Cause nothin ever felt this great I?m stuck in the moment Stuck in the moment, the moment Stuck in the moment, the moment Stuck in the moment
