Freestyle lyrics - Joe Budden (feat. Styles P)

[Talking - Styles P:]

Real MC shit you know

Jedi's on deck pay attention

Fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout?

Lyrical last dragon, acid saliva

Guns are the bars yeah the casket provide it

You can ask a survior, you can ask a supplier

He's hot headed, he'll leave you as masses on fire

I'm the ghost rider that'll kill your ghost writer

Make him OD on heroin, he's a dope writer

If you had it written don't you tell me that you spittin'

I'm a say you bullshittin' and go suck a dick

And get a hand gun and stand there and take this ass whippin'

Yeah, I'm 41 but you ain't got to act dumb nigga

I ain't got a problem killing 41 young niggas

14 years ago I had 41 guns nigga

I was movin' work at like 41 slums nigga

Told my nigga Budden we don't always get along

But one things for sure, we can have a rap discussion

We know we got bars and these little niggas don't

Let's lock 'em up, just slaughter 'em, make it look disgusting

Cut from a cloth that God made

Waring in the devils' land when I want to war knockin' 'I Pray'

Could kill MC's for like 5 days

I'm talkin' Monday through Friday

Go and pick up then dump 'em on the highway

Yeah, you should know that the ghost here

Space ghost, kill 'em all, then say the coast clear (yeah)

[Joe Budden:]

A nigga vision is so clear

Even through the mystici, keep the pope near

Was big out in L.E.S., this ain't Joe clear

Gossip gets deaded as soon as it hits Joe's ear

So the venom is caged, I'm underpaid

I can only give 'em minimum rage

I came up when all they respected is violence

If you know, it's something to be said in my silence

Only time we vacate is when we left for the islands

Stash in the bathroom, police severed the tiling

Got football numbers when the squad was pinched

Well deserved, we put Eagles in the cars and went

Listen, the fame you can keep

Some niggas became sheep

But before I ever snitch, I refrain from speech

All I hear is niggas talkin' bout Game and Meek

I'm in the crib thinkin' this entire game is meek

This shit has changed Ghost

They lowered the understanding

Prisoner of my mind claustrophobic in my mansion

But you and 'Kiss told me we gon' make it

Say whatever you want about him he don't fake it

You rarely see me out, I don't be most places

In bars it's still shit that real G's hold sacred, yeah

That's probably why they adore me though

Lastly before we go, rest in peace Shawty Lo