Our First Again (Intro) lyrics - Joe Budden
Our first again
Our first again
Our first again
Yea
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
And with that, we'll be on top of the world
Top Of The World lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Kirko Bangz)
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
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
[Hook: Kirko Bangz]
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...)
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
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 with 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
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
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 with 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
[Hook]
She Don't Put It Down lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Lil Wayne & Tank)
She ain't got a leg to stand on, don’t even trip
[Joe Budden]
I can take you all over the world though
Even tell you pack light
The last lie couldn’t even get a cab ride
She don't do the blogs but even if she did
She would be on mad sites
Ass so mean I always on her bad side
Ugh, now she don’t ever stress me ’bout my whereabouts
Never seems concerned with other birds that she may hear about
She mind hers, its my turn
That shit she barely care about
Look amazing on me, why I’m always tryna wear her out
She don’t ride like you, no she don’t taste like that
Not with a waist like that, do I let her go to waste like that
She a mix between Karma Sutra, yoga, and porno flicks
Funny how her breath get shorter when I give her long dick
And I’m telling ya’ll straight up might think I imagined shorty even when she not made up
She kill ‘em in Levi’s, see why it ain't even fair
Look good in whatever she wear
How could other women compare, they can’t
[Tank - Chorus:]
I don't 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)
(she don't, she don't)
Girl you working with the killer, ain't no body fuck with her
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)
[Lil Wayne]
I can see the stars in the day time
Bitch I miss you like a deadline
And the girl I’m with is just the girl I’m with
I mean it’s working out, so were staying fit
But you know love is nothing ask Stan Smith
But I gotta keep a bad bitch like Brad Pitt
Remember our first kiss?
Or our last kiss?
I used to go dummy in that pussy, crash test
You be fucking that nigga like you was fucking me
Hah, Fuck that nigga, he can’t fuck with me
I’m Tunechi bitch and you know that
And that pussy throw back
Any given night I’d still pop that ass like a Prozac
Girl you know you got that murder
A beast in that La Perla
And every time we cut I used the shredder, ninja turtles
And I know you still love me
And I know ya still for me
That's why we still fucking
Cause she don’t put it down like you
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
Looking round mine, no downtime, see nothing else even matters
Can’t even walk slow through that mall cause paparazzi running after
Baby girl, working it like a pro
Slow it down or move it faster
Whether them lights on or them lights off like I’m sleeping with the clapper
Still she watching what she eat
Yet, that ass keep getting fatter
How I’m sexing her, how am loving her, no longer be a factor
Plus her already know, you don't turn 'em all to Casper
Climb with the former rather latter
You already know which one I’d rather come’on
[Chorus]
N.B.A. (Never Broke Again) lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Wiz Khalifa & French Montana)
[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 gin make things move slower
I'm never sober, roll some weed our eyes gets lower
I'm in my old school ride it sounds just like a newer motor
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 fold up,
Let me get some gin pour up, got some bomb 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 don't show
Plus them shooters with me got the green light
So why the fuck you don't think they won't 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 can't blame hoes ain't 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
[Hook]
You And I lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Emanny)
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Feel like I have dated every woman in the world
Most were beautiful, some were cooperate worked in a little cubicle
I done some shit to some that I would never do to you
Cause some were tailor made but still wasn't suitable
Come to yours I see why you be elusive
Some took advantage off you, some were intrusive
Some put they hands on you, some were abusive
Most cheated on you must they think you were exclusive
Ain't gotta say a word, I already know it
Even if you scared to death it's ill that you never show it
I go to sleep with fear of losing you, don't wanna blow it
I wouldn't be surprised if I did, that's typical Joe shit
I lie forever
Not only do she trust me, her body is a work of art
There's a beauty in every ugly
So for me as a friend don't appear so horrible
Together we'll never have to see em' again
I love you
[Hook: Emanny]
You and I, you and I seem crazy
I would die, if you live my life baby
No one else gave a damn bout' us
Where we go, I don't know the future
I just know, I don't wanna lose ya
We just taking our chance on love, on love
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
I've been with every women in this world, except my virgin shit
Some kept my soul alive just so they can murder it
We're both broken pieces, both been hurt and shit
Both took a chance on each other and it was worth the risk
She low maintenance but she deserves a grip
Give her the best of me cause she endured the worst of it
She been through so much, still she carry on
So if she comes with baggage it's a carry-on
So in life without her, I couldn't conceive
I tried to dump her one time, but she wouldn't leave,
And I ain't want her to so that was good to see
Soon as I utter'd the world I damn near couldn't breathe
Been trough the run around, took her off the carousel
Still in shook that her passion's unparalleled,
I know she's ex's must be mad as hell
But we were so broken down, we had to chill
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
I've been with every type of woman, some of the baddest ones
Some were cougars, but still they acted young
Some were gossip queens, but I ain't mad at them
You make bittersweet, today that shit mad as none
Some I knew wouldn't last when that crash begun
Some played it cool, but wasn't half as fun
Some ain't over me, they just blame away
Some I ruined myself, others came that way
Some were modelesque, less started gaining weight
Other waited to gain, but met the same fate
Some moved to the city for a change of pace
Some I never broke up with, just let it fade away
Some never witnessed love, don't know what we see in it
Was a stranger for you so it's ill how you believe in it
Cause you done dated a few
If I'm a take a chance on love, I thank God he let me take it with you
I love you
[Hook]
Castles lyrics - Joe Budden
[Verse 1:]
My castle 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 with fame, to say the least
Don't know who these people are, their names ain't on the lease
It's a different type of monster, entertainment is a beast
Was supposed to eat together, then I became the main feast
If you preying on my kindness, taking advantage of Joe's cool
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 could you disregard my logic?
You know I cut my arm 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 choice, it's what they made me do
Why would you take advantage when it's something I'd have 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 won't be fucked up with you
Which forces me get distant, and I never want to act a way with you
But passion and desire never blends with lackadaisical
No longer enable you, that's no longer favorable
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't be lost, I know exactly where I put it at
[Interlude:]
Word. Got no problem with nobody though
So have no problem with me. Figured
No beef, no malice. I got no vendetta with y'all
So I only want better for myself
Might even want better for y'all
[Verse 2:]
My castle started shrinking, I tried my best to fight it
Don't know how it happened, don't know how they got invited
Was good with cabin fever, and maybe that helped create the space
Fuck your good intentions, more concerned with what's taking place
But everyone feels entitled, made up their mind they got a right to
My peers transforming right before my eyes into my rivals
Y'all can have the cars, ya'll can have the clothes, take all that shit that I don't love
I'm learning fast that recognition is it's 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 there 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 ya'll away from me
What's supposed to happen when I'm not hot anymore?
Your job rely on me being crazy, but what if I'm not anymore?
The funny shit, them molly's were cool when we all were doing em
But nobody recalled when I was the only one they were ruining
I learned a long time ago in life that not much is fair
So No Love Lost, but not much is there
Deja vu, this happened rapidly before
Everyday's a constant struggle and you're a casualty of war
Which could only equal good, in fact
So love isn't lost, I know exactly where I put it at
All In My Head lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Royce Da 5'9 & Kobe)
[Intro:]
Quarter on the loose
Loose quarter
Few questions I ask myself
[Verse 1:]
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 you knew id spring back
With a heart this cold, how'd ya'll think I'd be receptive to fall
I'm plenty comfortable when danger's around
And even more so when strangers around
In a bigger picture, was sicker down on my triggers
And all the alarm enforcers
Down to a nigga, that I'm about for drugs and liquor or the harm it causes
Life and 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 loakin
I couldn't see him, cry me a river cause it fell in the ocean
Numb to my words now, maybe felt it was open
I cut so many people loose to any need help with devotion
That's just some of the things I ask my Lord the savior
And when He calls to me, well He have done us all a favor
[Hook:]
How did I make it here?
Who I are?
I feel so lost
Now I'm not seeing it clear
Is it my fault?
Is it my fault?
It's all in my head
[Verse 2:]
I'm looking around like this can't be happening
Round of applause for the angry rappers
Lord my girl cried me a flood then 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 she was fucking behind your bitch back like fuck I was fuckin you for, come on
I'm an artist so I'm intelligent
I would tell you to do some soul searchin
But it's hangin up in my closet with your skeleton
That's gotta be a God's work, even a diamond gotta be polished first
The quarter is 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 sippin patrone and 50 phonies for
I need to go get me a kidney doner
Guru, Nate Dogg, go head blink your eye
Your doctor told me you close, go ahead drink and die
Buried under the stone where the patrone 5th sits by
That reads hella somebody who never wanted to be this guy
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
They say knowledge is power, great cause every day I learn
As of late been having revelations bout this hate turn
Hate the way they judge me, 2 I got the case adjourned
Hated the belly of the beast to I became it's tapeworm
When I said I'd stop getting high tried to say it's done
No, 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 than no time
Thinking why I ain't get rid of you yet
Gotta recognize my maturity
Gotta see I'm grown
Letting my skeletons out the closet just so I 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 one, have one man to man, was gone half my life so
Somewhere in his head probly feel it in 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 cancer for me
That's 4 million more that might be able to answer for me
Joe
[Hook]
Skeletons lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Joell Ortiz & Crooked I)
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
I look over my shoulder not knowing where it's coming from
But knowing that it's coming, I was bugging as a youngin'
Now I'm 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
[Hook:]
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
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Fuck all that rapping, I'm a 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'm a 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
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
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?
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
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, knowing I'm undermanned
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
[Hook]
Ghetto Burbs lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Emanny)
[Intro:]
Always had big dreams
Everybody had big dreams though
I never wanna stay here, I had no intentions
And I have had no plans
[Chorus:]
Live my life,
Gotta know how to survive
Just can't hide
'Cause these streets will eat you alive, (ghetto burbs)
'Cause I'm from two different worlds, (ghetto burbs)
Coming from these ghetto burbs.
[Verse 1:]
Yo yo, ghetto burbs I'm from the ghetto with Jerz
From where the pedal is served
Use hand, justice for words
Pick up the LA, they was ahead of the curb
My hooey gang bang
You could get left from the curb
Yea I was raised here, but I'm tryna export
Police is crook yea, the strippers is escorts
Like my homey Layla, really I can't knock her
'Cause she getting paper, month ago she was knocked up
Baby daddy your dope boy, fresh homey was locked up
But he on the same shit, fucked around and got shot up
You mind saying mind, I'm like why he even bother
At the same time don't know what he was a part of
And Layla over the casket, see this coming harder
The hood went again, another summon the father
Gotta take it astride, round here it's the usual
But I ain't accustomed, that shit I can't get used to
I'm tryna survive
[Chorus:]
Live my life,
Gotta know how to survive
Just can't hide
'Cause these streets will eat you alive, (ghetto burbs)
'Cause I'm in two different worlds, (ghetto burbs)
Coming from these ghetto burbs.
[Verse 2:]
Yo, ghetto burbs I'm from the ghetto with Jerz
From where the ghetto's disturbed, you can be dead and not heard
Say you're predaly, and ended 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 tryna rap, but will he get a deal? No
'Cause poverty kills slow, belief is beyond you
7-9'er every 10 bitches here got the monster like my lil homey Tania
I met her in freak nik, freak yea
The same bitch the niggas be all out in the street with
Open, in love with the service
But she got resentment, she won't see from the surface
So like so many women look right so she worship
Caught aids from rape and thought her whole life was worthless
Hoe couldn't know how gorgeous her curbs is
She fuckin em raw and hope they catch it on purpose
You better survive
[Chorus:]
Live my life,
Gotta know how to survive
Just can't hide
The streets will eat you alive, (ghetto burbs)
'Cause I'm from two different worlds, (ghetto burbs)
Coming from these ghetto burbs.
[Verse 3:]
Ghetto burbs I'm from the ghetto with Jerz
I ain't tryna act like my part of the ghetto's the worst
Niggas is pricks here, they'll buy stilettos for birds
How did I get here? They act like the men who don't hurt
Dude just getting high, guess they tryna escape it
Won't commit suicide, assuming they couldn't take it
The streets is cold, still we runnin round naked
Success is avoid and we replace it with hatred
That's your homey from way back, from showing the years oh
The friends turnin green even that after we're old
You thinking kid? No, values to sheer clothes
Now you struggle for rent and he got ice in his ear lobes
Your man won't even extend a hand, meeting all his career goals
You need a whole nother plan, your career's broke
Valuables are more valuable than everything, even value the dudes
'Cause you gotta survive
[Chorus: x2]
Live my life,
Gotta know how to survive
Just can't hide
These streets will eat you alive, (ghetto burbs)
'Cause I'm in two different worlds, (ghetto burbs)
Coming from these ghetto burbs.
[Outro:]
I'm from the ghetto burbs
Gotta know how to survive
Streets eat you up
Coming from the ghetto burbs
Said the streets eat you alive, alive yea yea yea
Coming from the ghetto burbs yea
Last Day lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Juicy J & Lloyd Banks)
[Verse 1:]
Look, look – these niggas lied to me way back
Said this is where my buck stop
Ride, ride by in that fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop
You won't ever see these jeans sag
You'd think so, with this tough 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 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 her more
Since my head got a price on it
She come through and just suck it off
So if you scared, get a weapon
Everyday a nigga live he's prepared for Armageddon
[Hook:]
When they call me to them gates and they ask me how I lived
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 2:]
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 Scotty Pippen
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I'm dressed up with my sport keys
My Rollie, bands, love short sleeves
Wanted man when I toss seeds
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'm a 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
[Hook]
Role Play (Interlude) lyrics - Joe Budden
Shit, goddamn is it tight
Shit baby, turn up turn up
Take that take that, look at look what you got
You got me doing Puff Daddy in this pussy
I'm a puff you in this pussy take that take that
The best pussy I've ever had
Like I must be jammed, I'm drinkin this pussy
Yea I'm giving love to this pussy, I'm a kill this pussy
Yea I'm a slow down, I'm a make that pussy bleed
Slow down with this pussy
Into them hammer damn's on
Shit!
What the hell? I'm gonna cum for you
I'll cum for you right now
I'm cumming for you like you a enemy
Goddamn you tryna make me Big Sean in this pussy
Oh God, oh God
Big Sean in this shit
[?]
Oh shit this gon be tough
God
Why the fuck you still going?
Alright, alright baby
Yea I'm bout to get in here, witch position for a minute
Switch Positions lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Omarion)
[Intro:]
See these other dudes is into you cause you fine
And even that's fine, I don't mind alright
Me, I have fun my whole life
You can find that anywhere
It's about lil more than that over here
It's more than just a after-sex
Call me when you want something else
From something til
[Verse 1:]
Top off, trench coat
Slow it down, switch the tempo
White wine, in slow
Curtains open, let the neighbors watch us through the window
Lights out, candle lit
I'm tryna see what's up right now
Got me open as a fuck right now
Probably why I'm tryna fuck right now
I'll take that back, it's the wrong impression
But I bet you 30 minutes leave a long impression
Hair pulled, with your back arched
I ain't even gotta ask who this is
Foolishness, you heaven sent
And it's evident how you do that shit
Got a compliment, yo confidence
'Cause I love how you exude that shit
Already know you the illest alive
You don't even shine to prove that shit
Call it training day, I know wifey proud of me
Til I had a draining day, she suck the life right out of me
My turn, gon eat it
Turn over, but I'm tryna keep it
[Chorus:]
Can't you see that I'm gonna give you everything [?]
Everything that you need
What I really feel is
Sexual healing is what I am giving you
I know that I'm a pro, girl wait
Switch positions, switch positions
I know that I'm a pro, girl wait
Switch positions
Let's do it
[Interlude:]
Tonight let's get it lusty
I wanna touch you
And if it make you my girlfriend I'm gonna cuff you
Maybe we can chill all day
Ride up on the beach and now I play
What you say?
(What you say?)
What you say? What you want?
What you need? Yea you know I like that fuck
Got that fire, anything I let you have
Just sex me
[Verse 2:]
Full course meal, now the dinner gone
Closet full of clothes, still nothing but the skin is on
Don't matter if it's your place or my place
But if mine, the patio got a fireplace
Trust me, you ain't seen shit just yet
Not compared to how shit can get
Me on top of you dripping sweat
And that don't matter, you drippin wet
Your turn, on top
And you can crash here, just promise me you won't stop
[Chorus:]
Can't you see that I'm gonna give you everything [?]
Everything that you need
What I really feel is
Sexual healing is what I am giving you
I know that I'm a broke, girl wait
Switch positions, switch positions
I know that I'm a broke, girl wait
Switch positions
Let's do it
[Verse 3:]
Two rounds might lead to four
All the pain know how you feel low
Me suckin on you, all while you bitin on that pillow
Same time next week but I asked her how she feel first
Said she wanted some days off, since she needed to heal first
She told me smack her ass like she was actin up
I told her put it down, but she backed it up
Our turn, one forever
Arrive separate but come together
[Chorus:]
Can't you see that I'm gonna give you everything [?]
Everything that you need
What I really feel is
Sexual healing is what I am giving you
I know that I'm a broke, girl wait
Switch positions, switch positions
I know that I'm a broke, girl wait
Switch positions
Let's do it
[Outro:]
Yea
You know?
I visualize
Every part of you
And I just
I can't help but to explore
Every part of you, yea
Tell Him Somethin' lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. SLV)
[Hook 1: Emanny]
Tell him something
Say whatever you think he'd wanna hear girl
If it don't come between me, you and this mirror girl
I don't care girl
Just tell him something
Tell him something
Tell him something
Let him know a real nigga is fuckin you
But that'll probably make you feel uncomfortable
Whatchu gonna do?
Tell him something
Tell him something
[Hook 2: Emanny]
It's crazy, it's crazy
How he got your brain
But his body don't do a damn thing for you
Now oh baby, oh baby
Been trying to get away
Cause you know I do the things he won't do
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
You can tell him that we best of friends, or we just met
Tell him that you hate my guts, that was just sex
Can say we never kissed, those were just pecks
Tell him put your phone down, that was just a text
Or, tell him you cherish our bond on the weekly
Or how you jump in my arms when you see me
Tell him I threw on the charm it was easy
It's to the point now where your mom wanna meet me
Tell him I think you're beautiful
Tell him all the wild shit that I do to you
Would he approve of that? Or would his world be shattered?
And if you didn't care would it really matter?
Wait, could say it ain't the ride or the whips
But tell him the size of the ship
Or, just tell him you were tired of his shit
And I reminded you of how live it gets
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2]
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Tell him you don't feel appreciated
Tell him with me it's alleviated
Incomparable
How I do things that he wouldn't dare to do
Or act like I don't care to take it there with you
Wait, as a matter a fact
Tell him he could be mad at the fact,
You finally met a nigga that ain't mad at your past
Or tell him he can be mad at the past
[Hook 2]
[Bridge:]
You get his call and he asks what you doing just say, "With your friends"
And while you on that phone waiting for him to hang up, girl, I'll be here
Ready to take over
Your body's yearning for what he can't give
And I know just how y'all's story gon' end
Once I give it to you, babe
[Hook 1]
[Hook 3:]
Tell him you mourn him, tell him you're on it, tell him you can't see, your life without me
Tell him he's deaded now, all because I'm alive
Tell him it's wetter now and you love it when I'm inside
Tell him you like your hair pulled, tell him you like my tongue there
Tell him in detail, make sure you not unclear cause he gotta know, cause he gotta know
[Hook 1]
Runaway lyrics - Joe Budden
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
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 ya'll 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
[Hook:]
They say don't get lost, you are 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
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Uh, it go
How come they can roll? Ya'll 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
[Hook]
My Time lyrics - Joe Budden
[Intro:]
The alternate route is a long one
But ultimately, in the end, it gets you to the same exact destination
Yes sir, the journey's been long
And the wins have been short
But today, none of that matters
[Verse 1:]
The time is now, zoom, get close
The ego is gone, the room is for growth
But talent is there, the feeling is new
I mean, bottom is gone but the ceiling is too
I was higher than Whitney, headed toward the top again
Everything I write crack, like it's with a Bobby pen
But it's more than what you hear in a song
The wings are extended, the fear is gone
Hold up, the clips are loaded, safety is off
The business is in the black, I ain't taking a loss
Hold up, standards are high, hoes never hold out
The touring is cool, the shows always sold out
The foes are mad, but fuck it no one else cares
The kicks are custom, you'll never see em elsewhere
The stakes are high, the risk is crucial
And they love to hate me, but I love it when they do too
[Hook:]
I've been waiting here for so long
Gotta take what's mine
Since time will never wait
Who am I stand up fate?
It's my time, it's my time, it's my time
[Verse 2:]
Look, I've been hurt, I could pull up scars
Now the earth is my pull up bar
The journey was long, the roads were slim
Though I thank God today, I probably owe it to sin
Streets were hungry, I was torn apart
Even though them jails were cold, they warmed my heart
Was living the worst, but prayed for the best
Ain't have a thing given to me, had to rape success
Had to be used for approval, had to use whatever was useful
Had to act old even when youthful
Money don't make me, that ain't what I kill for
Cause I was richer than I'd ever been, and was still poor
Some never thought he would propel
Some talked to me just to speak to themselves
Some broke their arm, all while reaching for wealth
So when you come into the game, make sure you leave with yourself
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
We all got demons, a few I rivaled
Looked em in the eye, and they became suicidal
They thought it couldn't happen, they were too prideful
His head's an ornament on the wall as proof I survived you
Bills were high, money was low
Strip club was popping, wasn't money to go
Going nowhere fast, but drugs was a one stop
Couldn't shine selling that tan, I had my son blocked
Now I'm on acres, in a house, with a loft
The women are foreign, their blouses are off
It's a whole new me, I redefined my style
And since yesterday's gone, I guess the time is now
[Hook]
No Love Lost (Outro) lyrics - Joe Budden
[Intro:]
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...
[Verse 1:]
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 it's 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
[Verse 2:]
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 it's hurt and then kneel to it's 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
[Outro:]
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
One...
She Don't Put It Down (Remix) lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Fabolous, Twista & Tank)
[Intro: Joe Budden]
Huh-uh, uhh
Shorty old news though (remix)
Taha, yesterday's paper
Check this, uh (uhh)
[Joe Budden:]
Baby like it raw, I don't even waste a Magnum on her
Clean up amazing, I appreciate the fashion on her
Bad than a muh'fuck, ain't too many passin on her
Only right I pick her up the way she got a wagon on her
When I'm on that road don't hit them bops when I'm in town
Not unless it's for the threesome, if it's poppin she'll be down
Know these other jokers be starin but'll stop when I'm around
First to get inside them jeans, she be hoppin up and down
Let the world know that she ride, they think eventually we'll 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, e'ry fuckin night
Shape great, taste great, body softer than cashmere
And anytime her checks drop she know that she could crash here
Them other broads is other broads, all of them is last year
Can't get mad, I'm just statin facts here
Word!
[Chorus: Tank]
She don't put it down like you, down-down like you (she know)
Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know)
She don't put it down like you, down-down like you (she know)
Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know)
She don't put it down like you, girl you workin with the killer
Ain't nobody fuckin with ya
She don't put it down like you, down-down like you (she know)
Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know)
She don't put it down like you
[Fabolous:]
Hey you gotta make you next move your best move, right?
That's what I be tellin her, haha
That boy 'Loso
Joe, what's up boy?
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, tomorrow's 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 yo' down asses
That keep a tight circle and them round asses (nice)
At the crib it's just us nigga
Fuck me so good make me not trust niggaz
That's my shit, I'm over-protected
You want that good shit you know where yo' connect live
Told my ex don't be bitter, be better
I'll replace her before I re-gret her
Texts now and then that question how I've been
The hook sound like a message I would send
[Chorus]
[Twista:]
Twista!
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 that could never be yo' replacement killer
When I got up in her it was kinda good to me but I know that she don't put it down like you
Cut from the bottom and you up when you rock when on top cause ain't nobody around like you
Pull it back to me and I'm all up in it fully when I'm holdin a palm full of hair
Then I lay you back in missionary position and give it to you good with your Lou' Vuittons in the air
Got a bad new bitch, but she don't be trippin or cuss with them flaws
But she don't be doin the way you be doin it when you be workin them walls
I'm bumpin some [?] I'm fuckin her good, but then you would go frontin
Steady cuttin with the bitches all on me cause I'm with Joe Budden, the one hoes wantin
I'll put you in the category of somebody that'll give it to me good but'll work a nigga nerves
Individual and never particular but I'll never be with her so I'ma kick her to the curb
I got a new woman and 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
[Bridge: Tank]
I done put another in your space
Damned if they do, it's been hard to replace
I just want the same judge sittin on the case
She gon' hate, but she know
[Chorus]
Intro lyrics - Joe Budden
(From "A Loose Quarter" Mixtape)
Finally got me along
Waited all this time
Stood my place in line and now it's here, I'm finally home
Clock was moving slow
Had some room to glow
Life is short, it's time I let these motherfuckers know
Wuddup everyone up in here?
Some of ya'll know I never left, I been here
Text baby girl I'll be back, got some unfinished business to attend to
Gotta go sell out these fake niggas
Got niggas, just food on the menu
God, ya'll don't know what I been through
But it's funny watching of ya'll pretend to
Finally got me along
Waited all this time
Stood my place in line and now it's here, I'm finally home
Clock was moving slow
Had some room to glow
Life is short, it's time I let these motherfuckers know
(Finally got home)
(Time I let these motherfuckers know)
Words Of A Chameleon lyrics - Joe Budden
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 80s
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 [?] 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
We just killed it and kept it as a logo
What Y'all Want lyrics - Joe Budden
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
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
(What y'all want)
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
(What y'all want)
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
[Hook]
(What y'all want)
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
(What y'all want)
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
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
1 single, 1 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 debt in 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, so pick the MC of the moment and ponder could they?
[Hook]
Cut From A Different Cloth lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Ab-Soul)
[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Look at me king
Look at me king
Soul
Kaylin on the couch sleeping
She wake up she gonna be like damnnnn
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
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
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
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 devoid 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
[Hook]
Through My Eyes lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Tsu-Surf)
[Verse 1: Tsu-Surf]
What if I told you grandma raised me, she was blind and all
I was trapping, lil rapping, schools, nine and all
Been to hell and back, couple ditches, all kinda falls
Fiending for them pills, I tried to triple that in Tylenols
Who's to question bout my hustle and the way I'm eating?
Got a family, no job, I wake up late for meetings
Early morning, all momma's dishes got the razor treatment
Gotta feed the team, God I can't afford to pay the deacons
Man I believe in a lot of things
But I really heard them choppers scream
Daddy a man, he ain't invest, I went and copped the thing
Sinning since a gremlin, did some shit to make the doctor scream
Speaking of my daddy, that's another story
I really like to call that my mother's story
I was ripping and cripping, chilling it wasn't for me
And I'd be lying if I say he ain't do nothing for me
Apologize if I'm talking bout me
But my fans say they want hear me talk about street
I could finish it by eight, I'd hit that block bout nine
Purp and cubicles at work, we leave that office by three
Shit, shit I got a whole beat to go
Long story short we trying to see the dough
Ain't mentioned my daughter yet, you should meet her Joe
Just cause you get a shot don't mean you make this shit, it's free to throw
Kinda smart, won't say I wouldn't have been nothing
But it's something bout the streets that make a nigga keep jumping
When they call, just cause I leave won't mean I make it back
My daughter three, I mean she's smart but try explaining that
[Hook: Tsu-Surf]
(I see it my way)
(And it ain't gonna change)
I mean is sinning really sinning when the end justify the means?
(And you would know why)
Am I wrong for wanting for me and my team?
(If you look through my eyes)
(I see it my way)
Cops ain't really doing shit
(And it ain't gonna change)
They just wearing the uniforms and shit
(And you would know why)
Couple niggas dying every day
(If you look through my eyes)
I mean what else could you say?
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
So many things about this industry is misleading
Filled with so many feminine ways you would think it's a miss leaking
From all of my time in the streets I never got dissed for no reason
Know I'm in Slaughterhouse now, back then I wanted them pigs bleedin
I'm who the kids see, but I ain't a role model
Before I found the genie, he was hiding in a coke bottle
And since you talk about your dad you ain't discover
When you sign you'll probly find that most these rappers is your brothers
Who raised these niggas?
Higher learning, school daze these niggas
Since I can't let a few raise these niggas
It's one and the same, still got every cal I bought
Child support to running in labels
Begging them for now support the shit just as foul as I thought
From stepping out with weapons out, loved ones in heaven now
Persevered through Def Jam, you lead your through Kevin Liles
Got blackballed, bounced back ya'll, now me and Royce be on 7 Mile
Hunger of a draft pick even though I'm a legend now
And so I'm blind like Stevie
To the joy my son get when he see me on TV, but ya'll think it's easy
I can barely walk in public if you was in my position, Surf
Home and away games are played the same just on different turfs
Nobody loyal, I'm a loner, I don't have a clique
To top it off, rap money come slower than Viagra dick
Feel like all my prayers hit my loved ones with an asterisk
Cause rapper shit had me out the country when my gram's was sick
No blog could ever let you know the half of it
Why the fuck niggas think I be on my passive shit?
So I can't decide who's the braver man
Cause you a slave to them streets and I'm a slave to these fans
[Hook: Joe Budden]
(I see it my way)
Ya know what I mean?
(And it ain't gonna change)
Niggas be wanting to switch places or trade places like shit is all good and all that
(And you would know why)
(If you look through my eyes)
All niggas see is the cars and the hoes
(I see it my way)
See em in the strip club, little bit of jewelry on and think everything gravy though
(And it ain't gonna change)
(And you would know why)
I almost punched one of these sucka niggas in the face last night
(If you look through my eyes)
[Outro: Joe Budden]
But the hood shit don't stop
Don't stop cause you ain't in it
They only think you take a nigga out the hood, you can't take the hood out a nigga
Ya'll don't feel me though
Young numb
Momma Said lyrics - Joe Budden
[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 check up 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
She's helpful.....
Off 2 The Races lyrics - Joe Budden
[Hook]
And we're off to the races, places
Ready, set the gate is down and now we're goin' in
To Las Vegas chaos, Casino Oasis, honey it is time to spin
Boy you're so crazy, baby, I love you forever not maybe
You are my one true love, you are my one true love
[Verse 1]
Let her know I’m here if she ever need me to be with her
As long as she know I can never be with her
She asks you why, I just need you to keep it G with her
Tell her I found the happiness that I could never see with her
3 years after that break up, should’ve had closure by now
We’d be best friends, you’d have let this end we’d be closer by now
What you want is upset, hostile, angry, evil, jealous, bitter shit
Fuck makin your bed and lying in it, you bought that house, live with it
I came to you for a second chance, you gave me your ass to kiss
Found another salad to toss, how the fuck is you mad at this?
Oh, I forgot, you not in love anymore
And I’d believe it, but see I’m not on drugs anymore
That’s based on action, words I stopped believing still I hear it though
Would you save them if you knew they became meaningless to me years ago?
But if happiness is the finish line, I beat you there
So karma must be real cause since we broke up he ain’t treat you fair
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Remember our break up? I rapped about it on Downfall
But you know I don’t stay down for long
Remember you met that other dude, he’s smarter and more mature
With more bread that you’d thought would be around for long
Remember you pulled the rug from under me, left me to be alone
I threatened suicide, bang, was crazy about you
But that stalker dude was still right to the point you waste that for this name
And when we speak now you still say I’m crazy without you, my
My, how the tables have turned
Or are they bending just a little, you resent it just a little
Cause dude that ruined your life made you doubt yours
It’s the reason that loneliness you gave me is now yours, check it
Your perspective I can’t even call it hatin
You mad at the situation, really it ain’t even Kaylin
We both sympathized, that pain is felt and shared
To watch a man that you helped better display it elsewhere
Watch a man you spent years with, grew with
Come across to someone that you want nothing to do with
To sleep in a bed with "what ifs?" instead of something special
How can you get over us? The public won’t even let you
I know to wake up with that fear is gross
Love me from far cause you scared to get close
But what are you fearing the most?
If happiness is the finish line I beat you there
I always thought that when you’d put the baggage down I’d meet you there
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Uh, let’s bring up the speed a lil bit
Now a nigga balling, you still tell me to grow some
Entertaining threesomes, you don’t think that it’s wholesome
Say that you can’t trust me, think I’m out here trashing you
Got a lot of answers to questions I don’t be asking you
I tried to be friends so I don’t see a problem passing through
You welcome a nigga to pain, it is me harassing you
You must be misconstruing my love and it’s gassing you
Causing you to wear our shit out, and think it's fashionable
I'm thinking you should put our history in back of you
That would call for you stepping outside of yourself and being rational
Come to friendship, you question me in that capacity
How would you ever know it’s not something you ever asked of me
And VH1 just gave us another episode
So maybe it’s smart that you can’t let this go
Cause love changes, a thug changes
And soul mates become strangers, word up
[Hook]
The Helmet (Interlude) lyrics - Joe Budden
Check this out baby um
I know things are moving kinda fast and um
I wanna slow down but uh
I just wish my partner realized I didn't bring any rubbles, you know
No no no, I'm not tryin to offend you
I mean you look clean and you smell good but uh
I just wanna know
Can I put the helmet in?
No no no, check it out, look I mean
You've been Tweeting me 3 times
I kinda thought that was a sign
We didn't mean for us
I mean it's just a helmet
We don't gotta go all the way there
(Tell me will you let me?)
(Baby will you let me put the helmet in?)
(Baby will you let me?)
I mean I trust you and I know you trust me
(Let me put the helmet in)
(Tell me will you let me?)
I paid 2 tows to get here
(Let me put the helmet in)
(Baby will you let me?)
I can't go home like this
(Tell me will you let me?)
(Let me put the helmet in)
(Tell me will you let me?)
(Baby will you let me?)
It's just the tip I mean
(Baby will you let me?)
It's all first verse though
(Put the helmet)
And you gon get this work
No no no, you gon get this work
All first verse
(Tell me will you let me?)
All first verse
(Tell me will you let me?)
You got me ready to singing that thing baby
(Tell me will you let me?)
Look at you emotional
(Baby will you let me put the helmet in?)
Your mouth's saying no but your body's saying yea
(Baby will you let me put the helmet in?)
(Tell me will you let me?)
(Might have an STD but the helmet's in)
(Tell me will you let me?)
I mean if you have a STD
(Tell me will you let me?)
I don't think I just can catch it in the helmet
(Baby will you let me put the helmet in?)
(Tell me will you let me?)
5 second rule
(Baby will you let me put the helmet in?)
(Tell me will you let me?)
(Baby will you let me?)
So Good lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Emanny)
Niggas be like
They like why you coughing so hard?
And I be like why you not?
Grown man shit though
It's a cold winter, niggas they gon keep you warm at night
Make you breakfast in the morning
And I ain't in love, love is in me, ya hear?
I've been thinking 'bout you every day
These other bitches, they can't change us
And I don't need em in the way
Cause no one ever fucked me so good
Your love is...
Your touch is...
My spot get...
No one ever fucked me so good
Look, let's talk a different type of lavish now
Not sure actually, a different type of baggage now
Your home girls quick to paint me as a savage now
You quick to know them bitter hoes, wish they had this now
Back to you, this song of mine, no it's unsung
Not a trophy, that'd imply I only won once
I'm off the pass miss if every guy before me once practiced
Then I don't need no real game to know we should be more than just so on and done
And my baby like girls too
So every night we get in bed with another bitch
She start screaming, getting head from another bitch
And now it's just a porno, in our heads it's another bitch
Yea, but it's more than just the sex to me
Panic when I wake up and she ain't next to me
So I go out of my way to give her the best of me
Love me so much, shorty even want the rest of me
I've been thinking 'bout you every day
These other bitches, they can't change us
And I don't need em in the way
Cause no one ever fucked me so good
Your love is...
Your touch is...
My spot get...
No one ever fucked me so good
We hit the strip club, I respect a different taste
That's how stacks and ones end up in a disarray
These other broads used to transform my living space
Into solitary confinement prison space
They think we actin though, I tell em we're not frontin
Give er something of everything cause she used to a lot of nothing
We take our clothes off, get the spot, jump in it
She come multiple times like she forgot something
Yea, I'm like any other guy she dated
She my world and I'm cool with being isolated
I swear to God all I need is you
If love hurts all I bleed is you
Tell me if you wanna see that through
We could coop it when I'm with you
Get back all I put in to recuperate an issue
Let me sum it up for those of ya'll that ask why
I cherish the grill she walk on but she that fly
I've been thinking 'bout you every day
These other bitches, they can't change us
And I don't need em in the way
Cause no one ever fucked me so good
Your love is...
Your touch is...
My spot get...
No one ever fucked me so good
It's really as simple as this
The woman that they would fuck I wouldn't
The woman I wouldn't fuck they would
What that means is the niggas ya'll think is fly don't
So I move in my own pace
(So good... so good...)
Fortunately for me I done been all around the world on many
Met so many different types of woman
I picked one
I got the one I like
Even better than that – I got the one I love
Ya'll get these other hoes
Been there, done that, wasn't that fun
(So good... so good...)
(So good... so good...)
You gotta be on some
You gotta be on some grown shit to understand this shit that I'm talkin bout tho
You have to be on some grown shit to have the type of sex that I'm talkin bout
(So good... so good...)
(So good... so good...)
You're bedsex niggas, I'm rooftop
Five star suite and I don't mean considerate and kind
Ya know what I mean
Love you baby
I love you too babe
Take you to church uh
Here's a jewel, I'm a give it to ya'll
Same way it was given to me
Real niggas don't fall in love, we stand up in it
Thank God for you
So Hard lyrics - Joe Budden
What I mean is
I was tryina be on the same page with you
I want no miscommunication and none of that
Ya know what I mean?
(I need that magic)
It's simple
Joe Budden
Ass fat but she eatin right, ketchup and whole foods
Fuck emotion, she the only thing I go through
I did some thinking fore the guard even approached you
Couldn't beats the same, GD's must already sold you
Movin like a stripper so I'm thinkin like a nigga though
I'll treat you like a lady so you know how it feels
She want a pole in the room, I said one is already there
I just need you to test it out and let me know how it feels, now check it
You who I'm tryina build that canope with
Relax, good sick will make you lose your sanity quick
That beat hard enough to be your first round sanity pick
But I won't be coming up off bread on some philanthropy shit
Fuck for a hour, I go shower, look good as fuck when she ladder
Got me using gas words like lavish
You rather me speakin cold, really I think it's sexy
So when I say times are hard she know how to respond correctly
I see you on top, screaming don't stop
Me – just glued to you
Touching on every spot
Things that I can get used to do
You make it so hard
You make it so hard
You got me so hard
Got me stryin, grab another rubber
You got me sayin (my dick hard as a motherfucker)
She said let it happen naturally, I ain't force it
Practice control when she was feeling like I force it
Got a couple ex's, you'll go crazy so she lost it
The past is so foggy, well no wonder she's exhausted
I guess the dum, that's where the drama lies
A real nigga, I'd hate to see lil mama cry
I go up in it, she be shakin like she traumatized
Dick so hard it won't bend, no it won't compromise
I hit it from the back, that ass be sittin right
Almost wanna say I love you when I get inside
And I don't think there's a position that we didn't try
Though we gotta be a couple that she wish we didn't thrive
Sound moronic but she be on the Oxxy
Say even when it hurt it feel good so she don't stop me
Call me on the horn to say your naughty thoughts are wrong
Anytime I send her pictures with balls shorts on
I see you on top, screaming don't stop
Me – just glued to you
Touching on every spot
Things that I can get used to do
You make it so hard
You make it so hard
You got me so hard
Got me stryin, grab another rubber
You got me sayin (my dick hard as a motherfucker)
She keep a low pro, so subtle with it
So hard, probly why she having trouble with it
Uh, my baby far from a push around
And she don't get it up unless you bout to put it down
We can make a movie if we wanted to
And a sequel, watching back to back, one or two
3 and 4, in every scene I be right under you
Cause I love how you ride for yours, now tell me what you wanna do
I see you on top, screaming don't stop
Me – just glued to you
Touching on every spot
Things that I can get used to do
You make it so hard
You make it so hard
You got me so hard
Got me stryin, grab another rubber
You got me sayin (my dick hard as a motherfucker)
Oh got me so hard
Aye eh aye
So, you got me so hard
Got me so hard oh
You got me so hard
So, you got me so hard
You got me so hard baby
You got me so hard
So, you got me so hard yea
Oh oh oh uh oh oh
You got me so, so hard
So hard
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