[Verse 1:]
Now let me ask you a question
Who are you? Where you from? What you reppin?
Is every bar about a burner or a weapon?
Now he all gassed up by his presence
Some tell me that my music is depressing, but
The best rapper in the world, I was destined
Jumpoff! Must be the exception
Am I the only one that's progressing in the recession?
They tell me tricking ain't tricking if you got it
I never heard more false words spoken
So, if I told you I'm a leave your wrist frozen
I was either lying to you or just joking
You could be in a wet T-shirt soaking,
You could, stomach how your sheets get like the ocean
You could jerk me off with a bottle of lotion while ya legs open
And have trouble gettin a token
I grew up a lil, see I'm much more mature,
My repar is one you can adore
That wasn't always the case so that's for starter
I'm enjoying the hood, the one after father
I used to invest in heroin
With money in Maryland, not Marrow Lynch
Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs,
And now I'm holding stacks as I stroll in Saks
Sing it!
Uh, check me out now!
[Verse 2:]
When I was younger I used to get ass for sport
Now I'm less about her sex, I'm more into her thoughts
Nah, I ain't mean to cross that yet, I regress
I'm more into her thoughts on sex
And the property, fuck what's across my neck
Be clear, I'm more into her career then her hair
Her mindstate; nothing is insurmountable
I'm worried about her account, is she accountable?
Real man shit, I'm no longer outlandish
The roof don't drop but it's panoramic
And I know haters can't stand it
So I do it on purpose, still on my Jerz shit
We don't fall flat, and we never cave in
I leave pressure right to my doormat
All that adversity never worried me
If anything it feeds me, it a nourished me
I try to keep it a hundred, non fiction
Lane switching in my true religions with the double stitching
No fitted, T, Kid Robot
These rap niggas is ass and I don't dig botox
Into entering clubs, dodging photogs
So they can talk shit bout me for a whole blog
Go hard, no prob, that's the plan
No laughing joke son, I'm a grown ass man
Check me out now!
Sidetracked Lyrics – Joe Budden
[Joe Budden]
Whatever happened to that?
Joey! Yeah
Seems like I gotta buy a weed bag (so easily sidetracked!)
I think it mighta been next week
Mighta been next month, shit (Joey!)
Look, sometimes I wanna make money
But sometimes I ain't motivated; sometimes I think it's overrated
Sometimes I'm thinkin I wasn't supposed to make it
But what I show is basic, I normally poker-face it (what else?)
Sometimes I wanna make music
Sometimes I think it's just useless
So y'all don't hear a lot of new shit
Clueless, dependin on what my mood is (ohh!)
Sometimes I wanna dress down
I mean I wanna let up, but y'all be let down
I'm so easily sidetracked
I just lost my train of thought, but besides that
I wanna stop somebody and keep it real
But know that they'll understand 'fore I tell 'em how I feel
I wish I knew how it'd feel
I swore I needed somethin from the store (like what?)
Got a call that I just ignored, my day is hectic
I'm overwhelmed with thoughts, leave a message
This Saturday I, planned on goin shoppin for my kid
Wanna smoke, no cig's, I'm like "Where the fuck's the store?"
Got a migraine, but I forgot that I was sick
Cause these jeans don't seem to lay right over my kicks
And this'll be the last time I buy this brand
That I try this brand - oh shit, the bitch called me
She seems like the perfect girl to cheat with
Sleep with, I bet that she can keep a secret
I turned the radio on, and heard a beat sick
Know I can kill that shit better than he did
Sometimes I could be so analytical (why?!)
With no audience, so who am I a critic to? (nobody)
I'm so easily sidetracked
I just lost my train of thought, but besides that
I spent years tryin to figure out why is that
Beat of my drum thrown off by a hi-hat (ohh!)
I should hit the club, get a outfit
But fuck that, the lifestyle ain't about shit
That no longer gets me up, it don't arouse shit (why?)
See I'm on my OnDemand in the house shit
I've lost so many relationships
(Tell me) Is it, just because I don't relate to shit?
Me I (me I) I hate ignorance so much
I'm prayin for niggaz that didn't grow much
Maybe our whole generation was raised wrong
I'm only responsible for me, I gotta stay strong
I'm so easily sidetracked
I just lost my train of thought, but besides that
I spent years tryin to figure out why is that
... Why? But besides that
Uh uhh, I'm so easily sidetracked!
Uhh, goin on nigga, I spent years tryin to figure out why is that
Why? I mean, I'm so easily sidetracked
Fuck is goin on?
Yo, cig's still unlit, lookin a pic of a man cross-eyed
On my way to kill the nigga 'til the thought died (uhh)
Or it's a lie, I'm just hogtied
Got frog eyes, cause chick with a phatty walked by
Nice complexion, nice tan
And so behind her I ran 'til I seen her desination was a man
(So) In the street I stand, with my heat in hand
For what reason, I don't remember beefin
Note to self on my hand, "Get even!"
But I don't remember needin re-venge
Now anybody comin toward me I'm reachin
Leg bleedin - (so) fuck it
I'll retrace my steps followin the path of my blood leakin
Led me to Juan's house which I visit every weekend
To my knowledge, me and him wasn't speakin
Whatever happened to that?
Joey! Yeah
Seems like I gotta buy a weed bag (so easily sidetracked!)
I think it mighta been next week
Mighta been next month, shit (Joey!)
Look, sometimes I wanna make money
But sometimes I ain't motivated; sometimes I think it's overrated
Sometimes I'm thinkin I wasn't supposed to make it
But what I show is basic, I normally poker-face it (what else?)
Sometimes I wanna make music
Sometimes I think it's just useless
So y'all don't hear a lot of new shit
Clueless, dependin on what my mood is (ohh!)
Sometimes I wanna dress down
I mean I wanna let up, but y'all be let down
I'm so easily sidetracked
I just lost my train of thought, but besides that
I wanna stop somebody and keep it real
But know that they'll understand 'fore I tell 'em how I feel
I wish I knew how it'd feel
I swore I needed somethin from the store (like what?)
Got a call that I just ignored, my day is hectic
I'm overwhelmed with thoughts, leave a message
This Saturday I, planned on goin shoppin for my kid
Wanna smoke, no cig's, I'm like "Where the fuck's the store?"
Got a migraine, but I forgot that I was sick
Cause these jeans don't seem to lay right over my kicks
And this'll be the last time I buy this brand
That I try this brand - oh shit, the bitch called me
She seems like the perfect girl to cheat with
Sleep with, I bet that she can keep a secret
I turned the radio on, and heard a beat sick
Know I can kill that shit better than he did
Sometimes I could be so analytical (why?!)
With no audience, so who am I a critic to? (nobody)
I'm so easily sidetracked
I just lost my train of thought, but besides that
I spent years tryin to figure out why is that
Beat of my drum thrown off by a hi-hat (ohh!)
I should hit the club, get a outfit
But fuck that, the lifestyle ain't about shit
That no longer gets me up, it don't arouse shit (why?)
See I'm on my OnDemand in the house shit
I've lost so many relationships
(Tell me) Is it, just because I don't relate to shit?
Me I (me I) I hate ignorance so much
I'm prayin for niggaz that didn't grow much
Maybe our whole generation was raised wrong
I'm only responsible for me, I gotta stay strong
I'm so easily sidetracked
I just lost my train of thought, but besides that
I spent years tryin to figure out why is that
... Why? But besides that
Uh uhh, I'm so easily sidetracked!
Uhh, goin on nigga, I spent years tryin to figure out why is that
Why? I mean, I'm so easily sidetracked
Fuck is goin on?
Yo, cig's still unlit, lookin a pic of a man cross-eyed
On my way to kill the nigga 'til the thought died (uhh)
Or it's a lie, I'm just hogtied
Got frog eyes, cause chick with a phatty walked by
Nice complexion, nice tan
And so behind her I ran 'til I seen her desination was a man
(So) In the street I stand, with my heat in hand
For what reason, I don't remember beefin
Note to self on my hand, "Get even!"
But I don't remember needin re-venge
Now anybody comin toward me I'm reachin
Leg bleedin - (so) fuck it
I'll retrace my steps followin the path of my blood leakin
Led me to Juan's house which I visit every weekend
To my knowledge, me and him wasn't speakin
Slaughterhouse Lyrics – Joe Budden (feat. Crooked I, Joell Ortiz, Nino Bless, Royce Da 5'9")
[Joell Ortiz]
Aiyyo Joey what you said, 24 right?
Aight cool, I got you
Uhh, I define gutter - every time I rhyme
I climb up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered
But I'll be fine brother - my mind hovers
above all you jive suckers wishin, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me, I'm throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggaz lyin
They fifth is lyin in the second drawer next door to some bullshit they iron
Y'all be makin up stories the little kids is buyin
I do everything my +Penn State+ like a Nittany Lion
I ain't gotta mention the streets on a song
to get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong, pause
Veterans co-sign me, the up-and-comers scared
The pretty girls go "Papi, here's my underwear!"
Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a rapper
But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor
I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is plasma
You're Atari 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us the gap's so crazy
I'm Gucci, Louis V; you're Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you attract no ladies
You're suburb, I'm gutter where the gats go crazy!
[Nino Bless]
Look, you know, look
Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be Pun's successor
That term's done fucker, what up whatever
You birds is food, I'm about to pluck some feathers
I'm young and clever, plus clutch under pressure
Yup! Who does this better?
Walk around with medal all on me like the front of Shredder
I lust for cheddar you owe me
Leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm somethin, like a phenomenon
Droppin bombs for fun then dine in hell during Ramadan
Whatever I'm rhymin on or whoever
I tear 'em apart; swear on my pops
No, fear in my heart, shit, been through it all
Done swam with the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest piff
off of a brick of hash mixed with acid hits like sick cracker shit
Get back, dumb birds I ignore the hype
Click-clack, Yung Berg'd if you flossin ice
Dawg, cross me twice, can't afford the price
It'll cost you, I'll off your life!
You soft, I told you I'm raw white when I'm on this mic
Still mourn at night, don't wanna see mornin light
And I feel like I'm forced to fight
When the (Chips) are down like Ponch fallin off his bike (AHHH!)
Of course my metaphors are type awesome, right?
I got 'em in awe, my aura's Jordan like
What's really poppin? Who diddy-boppin?
You wasn't really, now you all Common and really conscious
I ain't with that silly nonsense, I really pop shit
My gun stay cocked like Biggie's optics
I, I stay evolvin but grown bitter
On your grave they're carvin "Fucked with the wrong nigga"
[Crooked I]
I don't write I kill a pen, leak its blood on the page
I breathe bars like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage
Instrumentals get fucked on the stage
A pedophile unless I dig in the crates and fuck with somethin my age
Forever vow, to never smile when I'm at peace
Only when I'm eatin the deceased like quiche
Only when my enemy's internal organs are a smorgasbord in a feast
The Dahmer with melanin led 'em in the belly of the beast
You'll be missin until fishermen see your corpse
I'll be in Michigan stickin a chicken in my Michelin
ready to pigeon pitch again from Switzerland to New York
I was whippin Bentleys before them pictures up in the Source
I'm a gorillas behind these bars, on some zoo shit
Shoot you while you're talkin on some news camera crew's shit
Sicker than flyin in past tense on some flu shit
Day-old asshole flow, I drop new shit!
Exclusive! You don't want it in fact
I'll have the doctors operatin on the front of your back
Tryin to keep your stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin your body, he don't wanna go back
That's when the tunnel go black; I send your soul to the atmosphere
Fuck outta here, and your ringtone rap career!
It's Crooked I, the face of Eastside Long Beach
Put your ear to the street so you can hear my heartbeat
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Nickel! Yeah
I hope niggaz know I'll show up to your show
I'll show up where you go, show up to your do', fo's will explode
shells 'fore they hit the flo', I know niggaz know
I got a open window flow, I air shit OUT
In the D they used to call me Mayor Royce
Now they call me Clay Davis
Guess why? "Sheeeeeeeeeeee-it"
Cause when it come to them words you know I wear shit out
I write rhymes like, white lines on a nose tray
Ice cold Ice Cube flow like O'Shea
Ridin shotgun with Chris Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm down for the (Coldplay)
Forever stay violent, better stay silent
Hammers stay hummin like strummin the mandolin violin
Speakin of, I done played a tune of violence
More than my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap niggaz up, clap niggaz up, scrap niggaz up
Either that or we gon' slap niggaz up
Dump dirt on you - right before I go
into my Maino mode if I smell the scent of Yung Berg on ya
'Til it ain't no mo', ain't no dough
Get into his ass cause I ain't opposed, I'm a livin anal probe
I'm a lame-ophobe, matter fact my nigga JumpOff
Can I keep goin? (Why the fuck not!)
When I was a teen, I used to pack a three-eighty
Now I'm spittin sittin between Shady and Jay (ohh!)
I pull the jeans down on my bitch and then wave
Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she ain't shave
I leave the booth smellin like somebody ain't sprayed
I would talk about Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm like Marty McFly goin back in time
and dissin his momma nigga you can't fade me
[Joe Budden]
They say he a bastard for real, then they see the ass on his girl
So they wonderin, why's he so mad at the world?
I take it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it
So even to the producer it's hard to I.D. it
Bars tremendous, it's in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your best Bush rendish
Endless, move more than two inches
My blood'll boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this or see me mañana
Or see the speed of a llama, underground primadonna
That ain't hard to find, pop a E in a Honda
with hands like E. Honda, he a monster!
I love war, it's like my pet peeve kinda
But for us to even BEEF you should be honored!
My DICK gettin hard, I see vagina, pause
Nah, rewind each line each time
Speak mine and meet 9, mano a mano
When it rains it pours, grab a teflon poncho
You now fuckin with Mouse, the head honcho
Nigga I could fix yo' house in my condo!
I walk around like ratchets been legalized
Just me and the desert eagle, and an eagle eye
Closed casket, now you havin a boxed wake
Zipper over your head, dudes callin you Crotchface!
So y'all could bump "Swag Like Us"
But the next time rap's discussed, add this as a plus
Don't nobody hit the pad like us
And would get up in that ass but the fag's might bust (bust)
And since poppin tags is a must (what?)
I hit the bank - all I do is withdraw
Chicks removin their drawers now, your crew is in awe
How you ball? Your jewels from a cubicle in the mall
You gon' need another processor, to process it
I'll set it, I said it!
So keep runnin around hot-headed, 'til you get hot leaded
'Til everything but your torso on you is prosthetic
Digest it, niggaz is pie-thetic
Rap what you can't afford, y'all must got credit
All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless and Joell
With Joe spell, NO L!
Aiyyo Joey what you said, 24 right?
Aight cool, I got you
Uhh, I define gutter - every time I rhyme
I climb up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered
But I'll be fine brother - my mind hovers
above all you jive suckers wishin, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me, I'm throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggaz lyin
They fifth is lyin in the second drawer next door to some bullshit they iron
Y'all be makin up stories the little kids is buyin
I do everything my +Penn State+ like a Nittany Lion
I ain't gotta mention the streets on a song
to get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong, pause
Veterans co-sign me, the up-and-comers scared
The pretty girls go "Papi, here's my underwear!"
Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a rapper
But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor
I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is plasma
You're Atari 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us the gap's so crazy
I'm Gucci, Louis V; you're Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you attract no ladies
You're suburb, I'm gutter where the gats go crazy!
[Nino Bless]
Look, you know, look
Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be Pun's successor
That term's done fucker, what up whatever
You birds is food, I'm about to pluck some feathers
I'm young and clever, plus clutch under pressure
Yup! Who does this better?
Walk around with medal all on me like the front of Shredder
I lust for cheddar you owe me
Leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm somethin, like a phenomenon
Droppin bombs for fun then dine in hell during Ramadan
Whatever I'm rhymin on or whoever
I tear 'em apart; swear on my pops
No, fear in my heart, shit, been through it all
Done swam with the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest piff
off of a brick of hash mixed with acid hits like sick cracker shit
Get back, dumb birds I ignore the hype
Click-clack, Yung Berg'd if you flossin ice
Dawg, cross me twice, can't afford the price
It'll cost you, I'll off your life!
You soft, I told you I'm raw white when I'm on this mic
Still mourn at night, don't wanna see mornin light
And I feel like I'm forced to fight
When the (Chips) are down like Ponch fallin off his bike (AHHH!)
Of course my metaphors are type awesome, right?
I got 'em in awe, my aura's Jordan like
What's really poppin? Who diddy-boppin?
You wasn't really, now you all Common and really conscious
I ain't with that silly nonsense, I really pop shit
My gun stay cocked like Biggie's optics
I, I stay evolvin but grown bitter
On your grave they're carvin "Fucked with the wrong nigga"
[Crooked I]
I don't write I kill a pen, leak its blood on the page
I breathe bars like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage
Instrumentals get fucked on the stage
A pedophile unless I dig in the crates and fuck with somethin my age
Forever vow, to never smile when I'm at peace
Only when I'm eatin the deceased like quiche
Only when my enemy's internal organs are a smorgasbord in a feast
The Dahmer with melanin led 'em in the belly of the beast
You'll be missin until fishermen see your corpse
I'll be in Michigan stickin a chicken in my Michelin
ready to pigeon pitch again from Switzerland to New York
I was whippin Bentleys before them pictures up in the Source
I'm a gorillas behind these bars, on some zoo shit
Shoot you while you're talkin on some news camera crew's shit
Sicker than flyin in past tense on some flu shit
Day-old asshole flow, I drop new shit!
Exclusive! You don't want it in fact
I'll have the doctors operatin on the front of your back
Tryin to keep your stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin your body, he don't wanna go back
That's when the tunnel go black; I send your soul to the atmosphere
Fuck outta here, and your ringtone rap career!
It's Crooked I, the face of Eastside Long Beach
Put your ear to the street so you can hear my heartbeat
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Nickel! Yeah
I hope niggaz know I'll show up to your show
I'll show up where you go, show up to your do', fo's will explode
shells 'fore they hit the flo', I know niggaz know
I got a open window flow, I air shit OUT
In the D they used to call me Mayor Royce
Now they call me Clay Davis
Guess why? "Sheeeeeeeeeeee-it"
Cause when it come to them words you know I wear shit out
I write rhymes like, white lines on a nose tray
Ice cold Ice Cube flow like O'Shea
Ridin shotgun with Chris Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm down for the (Coldplay)
Forever stay violent, better stay silent
Hammers stay hummin like strummin the mandolin violin
Speakin of, I done played a tune of violence
More than my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap niggaz up, clap niggaz up, scrap niggaz up
Either that or we gon' slap niggaz up
Dump dirt on you - right before I go
into my Maino mode if I smell the scent of Yung Berg on ya
'Til it ain't no mo', ain't no dough
Get into his ass cause I ain't opposed, I'm a livin anal probe
I'm a lame-ophobe, matter fact my nigga JumpOff
Can I keep goin? (Why the fuck not!)
When I was a teen, I used to pack a three-eighty
Now I'm spittin sittin between Shady and Jay (ohh!)
I pull the jeans down on my bitch and then wave
Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she ain't shave
I leave the booth smellin like somebody ain't sprayed
I would talk about Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm like Marty McFly goin back in time
and dissin his momma nigga you can't fade me
[Joe Budden]
They say he a bastard for real, then they see the ass on his girl
So they wonderin, why's he so mad at the world?
I take it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it
So even to the producer it's hard to I.D. it
Bars tremendous, it's in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your best Bush rendish
Endless, move more than two inches
My blood'll boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this or see me mañana
Or see the speed of a llama, underground primadonna
That ain't hard to find, pop a E in a Honda
with hands like E. Honda, he a monster!
I love war, it's like my pet peeve kinda
But for us to even BEEF you should be honored!
My DICK gettin hard, I see vagina, pause
Nah, rewind each line each time
Speak mine and meet 9, mano a mano
When it rains it pours, grab a teflon poncho
You now fuckin with Mouse, the head honcho
Nigga I could fix yo' house in my condo!
I walk around like ratchets been legalized
Just me and the desert eagle, and an eagle eye
Closed casket, now you havin a boxed wake
Zipper over your head, dudes callin you Crotchface!
So y'all could bump "Swag Like Us"
But the next time rap's discussed, add this as a plus
Don't nobody hit the pad like us
And would get up in that ass but the fag's might bust (bust)
And since poppin tags is a must (what?)
I hit the bank - all I do is withdraw
Chicks removin their drawers now, your crew is in awe
How you ball? Your jewels from a cubicle in the mall
You gon' need another processor, to process it
I'll set it, I said it!
So keep runnin around hot-headed, 'til you get hot leaded
'Til everything but your torso on you is prosthetic
Digest it, niggaz is pie-thetic
Rap what you can't afford, y'all must got credit
All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless and Joell
With Joe spell, NO L!
Under The Sun Lyrics – Joe Budden
[Hook: Bryan Adams - "Brothers Under The Sun" Sample]
I had a dream - of the wide open prairie
I had a dream - of the pale morning sky
And we were the same - just the same - you an' I.
We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one...
My brother under the sun.
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check
Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2.
Ol' head said reality is fake an' fake's the new real
Nuttin' but strive to me, but takin' a few pills.
Ain't try'nna be the dude that's raisin' the blue steal
Vic's help me escape, they give me a new feel.
Unedited, ay'day is a newsreel, some cake an' a few bills
Honestly, all it'll take is a few mill (for what?)
For me not ta' have ta' portray no true skill (but!)
But lemme' jus' watch what I say, the truth kills.
(So) Be careful what'chu wish for
If I totally ignore it, I might withdraw.
I used ta' be pissed-off, piss-poor
Money crisp-poor, (it was) like this short.
It was kinda' hard ta' get the whole puzzle workin' wit' half a jigsaw
I got mine, let me help you get yours wit'out gettin' ripped off.
I left a trail nigga, follow it
An' when it's gone, make a new one, don't remodel shit.
Oh!
[Hook: Bryan Adams - "Brothers Under The Sun" Sample]
We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one...
My brother under the sun.
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Make ya own mutha'fuckin' footsteps nigga, don't follow mine!
Huh!? I got great problems though, my problems are good!
L-Look, look, look...
New suit, dude nervous (what else?)
Ol' case, new judge, new verdict (what else?)
A new outcome like somebody reversed it
(I mean I'm) I feel like I'm a new man, a new purpose.
(Oh!) It's like a nigga ain't feelin' so worthless
Kneel down an' worship, all them years was worth it.
So when he opened his mouth, I was stunned
He said, "You can't deny man his son." Be clear.
So if he wanna be there, you let 'em be there
Be fair, I mean, I can see he wants ta' be near.
I can see that he cares
I'll lock your ass up you don't oblige, be-ware. (I mean it)
She stared, she scared.
My lil' dude always get the World from me
An' you want 'em ta' have the World, jus' not from me.
Back like I never left, was never forced away
Got nuttin' more ta' say. Oh!
[Hook: Bryan Adams - "Brothers Under The Sun" Sample]
We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one...
My brother under the sun.
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
When I see you I'm disgusted (nigga!)
Can't believe I was ever in love wit' (nigga!)
Must've been dusted, 'cause you look like shit
All these years, they ain't done you no justice. (Look at'chu!)
I mean you all fucked up, can't get cash
Still bitter over a badge you can't get passed. (Huh?!)
Jus' sad, get mad 'cause my bitch bad
Everyday she switch heels, switch bags. (Whoa!)
It's like we livin' on a dock nigga, big pad
You can't afford a deposit on my closet. (Not even)
Since you, all I ever known was fly shit
Unfortunately, you ain't fittin' that logic.
'Cause you're much less
Sometimes you gotta' stand by your failures to recognize your success.
Still, I'll be the bigger man an' wish her all the best
While knowin' she'll never get it
So why would she ever quit it, it's ridiculous.
[Hook: Bryan Adams - "Brothers Under The Sun" Sample]
We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one...
My brother under the sun.
I had a dream - of the wide open prairie
I had a dream - of the pale morning sky
And we were the same - just the same - you an' I.
We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one...
My brother under the sun.
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check
Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2.
Ol' head said reality is fake an' fake's the new real
Nuttin' but strive to me, but takin' a few pills.
Ain't try'nna be the dude that's raisin' the blue steal
Vic's help me escape, they give me a new feel.
Unedited, ay'day is a newsreel, some cake an' a few bills
Honestly, all it'll take is a few mill (for what?)
For me not ta' have ta' portray no true skill (but!)
But lemme' jus' watch what I say, the truth kills.
(So) Be careful what'chu wish for
If I totally ignore it, I might withdraw.
I used ta' be pissed-off, piss-poor
Money crisp-poor, (it was) like this short.
It was kinda' hard ta' get the whole puzzle workin' wit' half a jigsaw
I got mine, let me help you get yours wit'out gettin' ripped off.
I left a trail nigga, follow it
An' when it's gone, make a new one, don't remodel shit.
Oh!
[Hook: Bryan Adams - "Brothers Under The Sun" Sample]
We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one...
My brother under the sun.
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Make ya own mutha'fuckin' footsteps nigga, don't follow mine!
Huh!? I got great problems though, my problems are good!
L-Look, look, look...
New suit, dude nervous (what else?)
Ol' case, new judge, new verdict (what else?)
A new outcome like somebody reversed it
(I mean I'm) I feel like I'm a new man, a new purpose.
(Oh!) It's like a nigga ain't feelin' so worthless
Kneel down an' worship, all them years was worth it.
So when he opened his mouth, I was stunned
He said, "You can't deny man his son." Be clear.
So if he wanna be there, you let 'em be there
Be fair, I mean, I can see he wants ta' be near.
I can see that he cares
I'll lock your ass up you don't oblige, be-ware. (I mean it)
She stared, she scared.
My lil' dude always get the World from me
An' you want 'em ta' have the World, jus' not from me.
Back like I never left, was never forced away
Got nuttin' more ta' say. Oh!
[Hook: Bryan Adams - "Brothers Under The Sun" Sample]
We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one...
My brother under the sun.
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
When I see you I'm disgusted (nigga!)
Can't believe I was ever in love wit' (nigga!)
Must've been dusted, 'cause you look like shit
All these years, they ain't done you no justice. (Look at'chu!)
I mean you all fucked up, can't get cash
Still bitter over a badge you can't get passed. (Huh?!)
Jus' sad, get mad 'cause my bitch bad
Everyday she switch heels, switch bags. (Whoa!)
It's like we livin' on a dock nigga, big pad
You can't afford a deposit on my closet. (Not even)
Since you, all I ever known was fly shit
Unfortunately, you ain't fittin' that logic.
'Cause you're much less
Sometimes you gotta' stand by your failures to recognize your success.
Still, I'll be the bigger man an' wish her all the best
While knowin' she'll never get it
So why would she ever quit it, it's ridiculous.
[Hook: Bryan Adams - "Brothers Under The Sun" Sample]
We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one...
My brother under the sun.
The Soul Lyrics – Joe Budden
[Verse 1:]
Same characters but the show's different,
Just listen, it feels like the soul been missing
I remember copping that compact disc just to take off the wrapping
It was more then rapping
Read credits, till every name's embedded
One day, I'm a be just like them, bet it!
One day, I'm a come and lace the team with their favorite things
When I grace the screen, coasting!
I mean, it's nothing like what I was hoping
No emotion, we just going through the motions
I used to watch the videos just to see the new shit
Wanted to see it first, I thought I'd be exclusive
Remember getting hyped off my first casio
Suped up writing my first verse, it was ass though
Acappella, no beat and a bad flow
Damn I miss the good ol' days, when we had soul!
[Hook:]
When we had soul!
[Beat rides]
[Verse 2:]
I remember each day putting my favorite song on replay
But my tape deck would always eat tapes
I'd put my finger in the middle trying to fix it
Just for the shit to end up sounding twisted
Pressing clothes before school, I was matching
Liked the girl in class, got mad when she was absent
Wasn't a baller and I ain't have no game,
So what could I do besides ignore her?
(OR!) My first fight with no brothers to get
I remember being scared as shit and he had all this lip
And I ain't have hands not a bit, just knew that I ain't wanna get hit
So staring at the clock, I ain't trying to see 3 o'clock hit
But I never found the back door,
(Him) He ended up with a tapped jaw
(As for me) I ended up with that bad broad
Damn, I miss the good ol' days, I wish we had more
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Maybe I'm feeling like a kid today
I mean, I used to want to have a house party watching House Party, Kid & Play
I had the low tops kicks and the fade
I remember my first piece of ass from a hot chick
Surprised she gave it to me, was shocked I got it
Ol' girl image of me was all ruined
Had to be thinking "the fuck's this boy doing? "
So hard I flirted just to be all nervous
Wish she could see me now, I'm so perverted!
I tell her "I'm so glad I found you. Are you ready for round two?
Or can I mount you? "
And Ol pic's I used to look like a clown dude,
When I had know idea what I'd amount to
A nigga used to be outta control
Man, I miss the good ol' days, when we used to have soul!
[Hook]
Same characters but the show's different,
Just listen, it feels like the soul been missing
I remember copping that compact disc just to take off the wrapping
It was more then rapping
Read credits, till every name's embedded
One day, I'm a be just like them, bet it!
One day, I'm a come and lace the team with their favorite things
When I grace the screen, coasting!
I mean, it's nothing like what I was hoping
No emotion, we just going through the motions
I used to watch the videos just to see the new shit
Wanted to see it first, I thought I'd be exclusive
Remember getting hyped off my first casio
Suped up writing my first verse, it was ass though
Acappella, no beat and a bad flow
Damn I miss the good ol' days, when we had soul!
[Hook:]
When we had soul!
[Beat rides]
[Verse 2:]
I remember each day putting my favorite song on replay
But my tape deck would always eat tapes
I'd put my finger in the middle trying to fix it
Just for the shit to end up sounding twisted
Pressing clothes before school, I was matching
Liked the girl in class, got mad when she was absent
Wasn't a baller and I ain't have no game,
So what could I do besides ignore her?
(OR!) My first fight with no brothers to get
I remember being scared as shit and he had all this lip
And I ain't have hands not a bit, just knew that I ain't wanna get hit
So staring at the clock, I ain't trying to see 3 o'clock hit
But I never found the back door,
(Him) He ended up with a tapped jaw
(As for me) I ended up with that bad broad
Damn, I miss the good ol' days, I wish we had more
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Maybe I'm feeling like a kid today
I mean, I used to want to have a house party watching House Party, Kid & Play
I had the low tops kicks and the fade
I remember my first piece of ass from a hot chick
Surprised she gave it to me, was shocked I got it
Ol' girl image of me was all ruined
Had to be thinking "the fuck's this boy doing? "
So hard I flirted just to be all nervous
Wish she could see me now, I'm so perverted!
I tell her "I'm so glad I found you. Are you ready for round two?
Or can I mount you? "
And Ol pic's I used to look like a clown dude,
When I had know idea what I'd amount to
A nigga used to be outta control
Man, I miss the good ol' days, when we used to have soul!
[Hook]
Anything Goes Lyrics – Joe Budden
[Hook:]
We could do what we wanna, it's an all night bash
Put the pedal to the metal and crash
Here anything goes (goes, goes)
Anything goes (goes)
We could party how we wanna, get drunk with hoes
Strip poker til we run out of clothes
Here anything goes (goes, goes)
Anything goes (goes)
[Verse 1:]
Welcome to my world where anything goes
Here you can ball out of control
While you here, you can flourish
You can shop, cop more shit
Like never mind a car note, a mortgage
Here, there's no such thing as a hoopty
We can fuck tonight, niggas won't call you a groupie
Bumping Stevie Wonder - Do I Do, with bad bitches
I guess I got a 2 live crew
And they all carry Mossburgs
See we ain't new kids on the block, you can leave that shit for Donnie Wahlberg
The world is mine, I ain't got a care living
I'm gifted, I watch sounds and hear visions
At one call I can have you disappear missing
Rearrange your features until you appear different
But nah, nobody gon die tonight, that's a restriction
When you doing this much living
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Welcome to my world where anything goes
So you could cry all you want to, lie all you want to
You can get high, puff lye all you want to
As long as you don't hold that shit hostage
We all V.I.P., open bar mami
Got fake breasts, no bra, no regard,
She cool with the menage that takes place when you act like TMZ
Nigga, I just shoot for the stars
I'm so "fuck it", I board the plane looking low budget
No carry on, no luggage
Low bucket, I'm headed to the south side
Baby is free base, she wanna join the mile high
Fellatio expert, that means mouth-wide
That shit be feeling better then from formaldehyde
But nah, we don't need to dust right now in our rotation
It's just gon fuck up our celebration
Ya heard!
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Welcome to my world where anything goes
So you can stack up, invest, live off the interest
Get ya money right, play the couch which ya hand on ya balls
Welcome the Al Bundy life
Home on bed rest, waiting on my next check
I'm just plotting my next step and my next breath
If you don't do that in excess
It's really no point, like TV's in the backseats head-rest
Some niggas get spiteful or angry
Some niggas are prideful and it pains me
Our brain speed ain't at the same speed
So I ain't mad, don't blame y'all, I blame me
Put a wall in my path, I'm just gonna knock it down or go through it
Before you try to knock that down, go through it
Try it and go do it, the folk in my world won't look at you so stupid
We could do what we wanna, it's an all night bash
Put the pedal to the metal and crash
Here anything goes (goes, goes)
Anything goes (goes)
We could party how we wanna, get drunk with hoes
Strip poker til we run out of clothes
Here anything goes (goes, goes)
Anything goes (goes)
[Verse 1:]
Welcome to my world where anything goes
Here you can ball out of control
While you here, you can flourish
You can shop, cop more shit
Like never mind a car note, a mortgage
Here, there's no such thing as a hoopty
We can fuck tonight, niggas won't call you a groupie
Bumping Stevie Wonder - Do I Do, with bad bitches
I guess I got a 2 live crew
And they all carry Mossburgs
See we ain't new kids on the block, you can leave that shit for Donnie Wahlberg
The world is mine, I ain't got a care living
I'm gifted, I watch sounds and hear visions
At one call I can have you disappear missing
Rearrange your features until you appear different
But nah, nobody gon die tonight, that's a restriction
When you doing this much living
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Welcome to my world where anything goes
So you could cry all you want to, lie all you want to
You can get high, puff lye all you want to
As long as you don't hold that shit hostage
We all V.I.P., open bar mami
Got fake breasts, no bra, no regard,
She cool with the menage that takes place when you act like TMZ
Nigga, I just shoot for the stars
I'm so "fuck it", I board the plane looking low budget
No carry on, no luggage
Low bucket, I'm headed to the south side
Baby is free base, she wanna join the mile high
Fellatio expert, that means mouth-wide
That shit be feeling better then from formaldehyde
But nah, we don't need to dust right now in our rotation
It's just gon fuck up our celebration
Ya heard!
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Welcome to my world where anything goes
So you can stack up, invest, live off the interest
Get ya money right, play the couch which ya hand on ya balls
Welcome the Al Bundy life
Home on bed rest, waiting on my next check
I'm just plotting my next step and my next breath
If you don't do that in excess
It's really no point, like TV's in the backseats head-rest
Some niggas get spiteful or angry
Some niggas are prideful and it pains me
Our brain speed ain't at the same speed
So I ain't mad, don't blame y'all, I blame me
Put a wall in my path, I'm just gonna knock it down or go through it
Before you try to knock that down, go through it
Try it and go do it, the folk in my world won't look at you so stupid
Go To Hell Lyrics – Joe Budden
[Intro - talking]
Joey!
Tahaha
That N.J. bullshit, I'm on it
I'm on the same shit I've been on really
Niggaz probably just ain't know I was on it
Amalgam, look here
I mean (oh!)
[Verse 1]
Still regular, just stuck in a rapper's body
Made some bread off this shit but still rap's a hobby
I never got an invite, I had to crash the party
Now it's just models inside, I'm at the after party
I set trends, here's somethin for the fags to copy
Succeedin, everybody from the past get's salty (but I)
I get in the booth and own that bitch
Won't stop 'til all my brothers are Jonas rich
Or wealthy, not rich, fuck it, see I aspire to be Mr. Buffett
Warren, not from just tourin
I used to grind, hustle hard for some hot Jordan's ('til)
'Til my mind went beyond and all that got borin
The streets watchin but it's outlook is not important (nah)
I'm tryin to pocket a fortune without the stocks soarin
If you ain't into gettin paper, let it be (just know we)
Just know we too parallel to every meet, think about it now (oh!)
[Chorus - Sample from "Go to Hell" by Alice Cooper - 4X]
You can go to hell
[Talking over Chorus]
Ya mean?
I never really cared for what, mother, other motherfuckers had to say about a nigga
I ain't never really gave a fuck
I got a place all you niggaz can go
A first class tickets for all you niggaz
Not even coach (goin), cocksuckers
[Verse 2]
They say he can't come to the hood, he got ran out
How's he livin so good? His money should've ran out (nah)
Figured he'd be thirsty for a hand out
Or livin at his man's house, none of that ever panned out
Call him fake ass
Say "he as fake as, his girl's fake ass"
Say "we don't hear him on the radio and he ain't been out in so long
Dude can't even rap", you couldn't be so wrong (Joey!)
Got a different type of censorship
So whatever I'm blessed with, I don't mention it (I don't even mention it)
That shit is soft (plus)
And my motto is when you get inside the end zone, act like you've been there before
Says somethin about your character to always brag
So if you never had, act like you always have, for real
Here's somethin to adhere to, be careful
'Cause with so much dick in your mouth, it's hard to hear you, pause
[Chorus]
[Talking over Chorus]
Look what you niggaz made me do
Had to pause somethin
Ya mean?
I don't even be on no pause bullshit neither
I'm a grown ass man, I ain't even got time for it but
Every now and then you gotta make an exception!
[Verse 3]
Look, they say don't argue with fools, me I do it for debate sake
I'm the nigga that embrace hate
Take a minute, think about how much ya cake weigh? (and then)
Then know I'm on your mind havin a great stay (and then)
Actually, I hope to never have to vacate
You see I'm much more vaca than AK
How you premeditate hate? (nigga at least)
At least have the balls to nay say when a nigga face to face (let's)
Let's see if you still wanna disrespect the King, savior (I doubt that)
I'll introduce you, in case you never seen a razor
All that mean behavior
Have whatspoppin.net at ya wake and use the pic for my screensaver (nigga)
See I ain't losin no sleep
You a small piece of bark and I'm on to the whole tree
And please, know there's never been a nigga more "I don't give a fuck" than Joe is
Even before show biz (oh!)
[Chorus]
[Outro - talking over Chorus]
'Cause what I always try to explain to a nigga
Niggaz like a small thing to a giant
It's like minute, it's like
I'm lookin at so much other shit like
Fuckin mental midget niggaz man
Joey!
Joey!
Tahaha
That N.J. bullshit, I'm on it
I'm on the same shit I've been on really
Niggaz probably just ain't know I was on it
Amalgam, look here
I mean (oh!)
[Verse 1]
Still regular, just stuck in a rapper's body
Made some bread off this shit but still rap's a hobby
I never got an invite, I had to crash the party
Now it's just models inside, I'm at the after party
I set trends, here's somethin for the fags to copy
Succeedin, everybody from the past get's salty (but I)
I get in the booth and own that bitch
Won't stop 'til all my brothers are Jonas rich
Or wealthy, not rich, fuck it, see I aspire to be Mr. Buffett
Warren, not from just tourin
I used to grind, hustle hard for some hot Jordan's ('til)
'Til my mind went beyond and all that got borin
The streets watchin but it's outlook is not important (nah)
I'm tryin to pocket a fortune without the stocks soarin
If you ain't into gettin paper, let it be (just know we)
Just know we too parallel to every meet, think about it now (oh!)
[Chorus - Sample from "Go to Hell" by Alice Cooper - 4X]
You can go to hell
[Talking over Chorus]
Ya mean?
I never really cared for what, mother, other motherfuckers had to say about a nigga
I ain't never really gave a fuck
I got a place all you niggaz can go
A first class tickets for all you niggaz
Not even coach (goin), cocksuckers
[Verse 2]
They say he can't come to the hood, he got ran out
How's he livin so good? His money should've ran out (nah)
Figured he'd be thirsty for a hand out
Or livin at his man's house, none of that ever panned out
Call him fake ass
Say "he as fake as, his girl's fake ass"
Say "we don't hear him on the radio and he ain't been out in so long
Dude can't even rap", you couldn't be so wrong (Joey!)
Got a different type of censorship
So whatever I'm blessed with, I don't mention it (I don't even mention it)
That shit is soft (plus)
And my motto is when you get inside the end zone, act like you've been there before
Says somethin about your character to always brag
So if you never had, act like you always have, for real
Here's somethin to adhere to, be careful
'Cause with so much dick in your mouth, it's hard to hear you, pause
[Chorus]
[Talking over Chorus]
Look what you niggaz made me do
Had to pause somethin
Ya mean?
I don't even be on no pause bullshit neither
I'm a grown ass man, I ain't even got time for it but
Every now and then you gotta make an exception!
[Verse 3]
Look, they say don't argue with fools, me I do it for debate sake
I'm the nigga that embrace hate
Take a minute, think about how much ya cake weigh? (and then)
Then know I'm on your mind havin a great stay (and then)
Actually, I hope to never have to vacate
You see I'm much more vaca than AK
How you premeditate hate? (nigga at least)
At least have the balls to nay say when a nigga face to face (let's)
Let's see if you still wanna disrespect the King, savior (I doubt that)
I'll introduce you, in case you never seen a razor
All that mean behavior
Have whatspoppin.net at ya wake and use the pic for my screensaver (nigga)
See I ain't losin no sleep
You a small piece of bark and I'm on to the whole tree
And please, know there's never been a nigga more "I don't give a fuck" than Joe is
Even before show biz (oh!)
[Chorus]
[Outro - talking over Chorus]
'Cause what I always try to explain to a nigga
Niggaz like a small thing to a giant
It's like minute, it's like
I'm lookin at so much other shit like
Fuckin mental midget niggaz man
Joey!
Just To Be Different Lyrics – Joe Budden
[Hook: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
(Going... going... gone)
Look, look, look...
See, I don't trus' no one (talk to 'em)
So stubborn -
I could dream a thousand paths, wake-up an' walk a ol' one.
(Why?) An' I follow wherever it take me
Insteada' wherever the crew go like Traylee.
They see distinguished
I see a nigga erasin' that fine line between crazy an' genius.
Got the jewels out, see 'em on my Colorado shit (but...)
I'd rather put the suit on an' not follow it. (Look)
Ay'thing is perception, (I mean...) ay'thing is deception (but...)
When niggas fuck wit' 'em 'cause I be the exception
(Look) I got a warm reception way before any song hit
I think too outside of the box ta' be cornered
(I'm) Too real ta' be fickle
Grounded, but too fly ta' meet a nigga in the middle
Too big ta' be belittled.
Wise way beyond my years, here's the motto of a manchild:
Why try ta' fit in when you a standout?
[Hook: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Uh, you in that mood yet?
Why not?
Look...
They said I had ta' make music that would have the kids feinin'
Screamin', make nuttin' wit' a meanin'
(But..) I ain't know the meanin'.
They told me go Hollywood
For a split-second thought I prolly' could
But pollee on, would I be understood?
Tol' me even if you not able ta' cop cable
Ay'time you hit the club you better have a table.
Tol' me they would take me out my worse
Tol' me "image is everything"
(So I...) Tol' 'em I'd obey my thirst (whoa!)
Tol' me do what'chu gotta or what'chu on
Hit the scene, make it rain -
I told 'em I'm already in the storm.
Ay'thing's in an uproar (whoa)
They tol' me front, I said what for? (I mean whoa)
Said it again, I said, fuck y'all!
I won't succumb to all the stereotypes
Won't sacrifice me for what the stereo hypes.
They tol' me get in where you fit in -
This is what's in demand now
(So I...) Tol 'em why try ta' fit in when you a stand out?
[Hook: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Naw'mean?
Yo...
I understand some's off 'bout me, but nuttin's forced 'bout me
I never gave a fuck of what a nigga thought 'bout me.
(Oh!) I look down upon what some see as a must
Maybe I'm regular an' the World needs to adjust.
I mean I'm everyday people, hood, but still formal
I'm normally abnormal, takin' life as a lesson.
I'll leave the past in the past, Tomorrow's not promised
An' Today's just a gift, I guess that's why it's the present.
Did I outgrow me or shit jus' didn't stick
The baggier my jeans, the more shit didn't fit.
(But I!) Didn't quit, inspired by hate, even wit' homeless
When you a star you already down wit' The Joneses.
My thoughts outloud - (I mean...)
Sometimes if the leader walks slow enough, he fuck aroun' gets lost in the crowd
But he ain't gotta speed-up, ay'thing'll plan out (why?)
'Cause they'll spot'chu from far when you a standout.
[Hook x2: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
(Going... going... gone)
Look, look, look...
See, I don't trus' no one (talk to 'em)
So stubborn -
I could dream a thousand paths, wake-up an' walk a ol' one.
(Why?) An' I follow wherever it take me
Insteada' wherever the crew go like Traylee.
They see distinguished
I see a nigga erasin' that fine line between crazy an' genius.
Got the jewels out, see 'em on my Colorado shit (but...)
I'd rather put the suit on an' not follow it. (Look)
Ay'thing is perception, (I mean...) ay'thing is deception (but...)
When niggas fuck wit' 'em 'cause I be the exception
(Look) I got a warm reception way before any song hit
I think too outside of the box ta' be cornered
(I'm) Too real ta' be fickle
Grounded, but too fly ta' meet a nigga in the middle
Too big ta' be belittled.
Wise way beyond my years, here's the motto of a manchild:
Why try ta' fit in when you a standout?
[Hook: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Uh, you in that mood yet?
Why not?
Look...
They said I had ta' make music that would have the kids feinin'
Screamin', make nuttin' wit' a meanin'
(But..) I ain't know the meanin'.
They told me go Hollywood
For a split-second thought I prolly' could
But pollee on, would I be understood?
Tol' me even if you not able ta' cop cable
Ay'time you hit the club you better have a table.
Tol' me they would take me out my worse
Tol' me "image is everything"
(So I...) Tol' 'em I'd obey my thirst (whoa!)
Tol' me do what'chu gotta or what'chu on
Hit the scene, make it rain -
I told 'em I'm already in the storm.
Ay'thing's in an uproar (whoa)
They tol' me front, I said what for? (I mean whoa)
Said it again, I said, fuck y'all!
I won't succumb to all the stereotypes
Won't sacrifice me for what the stereo hypes.
They tol' me get in where you fit in -
This is what's in demand now
(So I...) Tol 'em why try ta' fit in when you a stand out?
[Hook: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Naw'mean?
Yo...
I understand some's off 'bout me, but nuttin's forced 'bout me
I never gave a fuck of what a nigga thought 'bout me.
(Oh!) I look down upon what some see as a must
Maybe I'm regular an' the World needs to adjust.
I mean I'm everyday people, hood, but still formal
I'm normally abnormal, takin' life as a lesson.
I'll leave the past in the past, Tomorrow's not promised
An' Today's just a gift, I guess that's why it's the present.
Did I outgrow me or shit jus' didn't stick
The baggier my jeans, the more shit didn't fit.
(But I!) Didn't quit, inspired by hate, even wit' homeless
When you a star you already down wit' The Joneses.
My thoughts outloud - (I mean...)
Sometimes if the leader walks slow enough, he fuck aroun' gets lost in the crowd
But he ain't gotta speed-up, ay'thing'll plan out (why?)
'Cause they'll spot'chu from far when you a standout.
[Hook x2: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
Touch & Go Lyrics – Joe Budden
[Joe Budden]
Joey, uhh...
Uh, one question
Now who rep Jersey like me?
Baby few dudes ain't worthy like me
You know I keep somethin pretty by me
Good pair of frames, Polo white tee
Y'all see somethin with a body have her my queen
Extra small waist, top lookin like D's
Y'all don't cuff 'em or make 'em wifey
Cause you ain't Coco and I ain't Ice T
So it's unlikely, I trick on her tryin to ball
Tattoo on her back said China Doll
Joey! Talk to 'em like Imus y'all
And give head to a brother, need a Tylenol
And let's keep what we do on the low
No entourage, just a one-man show
Let's break out from the club around 4
But it's just one thing that a nigga must know
Can we
[Chorus]
Touch, go, touch and go
Touch, go, touch and go
Touch and go, touch, go
Touch, go, touch and go - HERE WE GO!
(She said she had a man but so)
(There's just one thing that I really must know - can we)
Touch and go, touch, go
Touch, go (can we) touch and go - HERE WE GO!
[Joe Budden]
I mean I've been seen the broad, you just met her
I'm in the 'tel with her, you just text her
You just chase her, you just sweat her
She played you out, you just let her
You just peck her, you protect her
I don't even understand them gestures
I undress her, throw her on the dresser (and)
Normally the room like like Esther
But if she act up, gotta check her
R.L. +Next+ her, that's just my regular
Et cetera, my service like Federer
The Rodger cat, now do you roger that?
Let's keep what we do on the low
No entourage, just a one-man show
Let's break out from the club around 4
But it's just one thing that a nigga must know
Can we
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
How you doin tonight?
Matter fact, what you doin tonight?
If the answer's nothin
I'm hopin us two could get into somethin
So let me know what you doin tonight
Or, maybe I'm what you doin tonight
Call me up naked when she home alone
And make the tone long, now that's the phone bone
Look - I ain't gotta compliment you
Uhh, me bein me compliments you
So on the balcony or in the tub
On the plane join the Mile High Club
From the club to the bathroom stall
Whenever we'll hook up she ain't wearin no drawers
Ooh baby I likes it raw
But keep that behind closed doors, my door
[Chorus - 2X]
Joey, uhh...
Uh, one question
Now who rep Jersey like me?
Baby few dudes ain't worthy like me
You know I keep somethin pretty by me
Good pair of frames, Polo white tee
Y'all see somethin with a body have her my queen
Extra small waist, top lookin like D's
Y'all don't cuff 'em or make 'em wifey
Cause you ain't Coco and I ain't Ice T
So it's unlikely, I trick on her tryin to ball
Tattoo on her back said China Doll
Joey! Talk to 'em like Imus y'all
And give head to a brother, need a Tylenol
And let's keep what we do on the low
No entourage, just a one-man show
Let's break out from the club around 4
But it's just one thing that a nigga must know
Can we
[Chorus]
Touch, go, touch and go
Touch, go, touch and go
Touch and go, touch, go
Touch, go, touch and go - HERE WE GO!
(She said she had a man but so)
(There's just one thing that I really must know - can we)
Touch and go, touch, go
Touch, go (can we) touch and go - HERE WE GO!
[Joe Budden]
I mean I've been seen the broad, you just met her
I'm in the 'tel with her, you just text her
You just chase her, you just sweat her
She played you out, you just let her
You just peck her, you protect her
I don't even understand them gestures
I undress her, throw her on the dresser (and)
Normally the room like like Esther
But if she act up, gotta check her
R.L. +Next+ her, that's just my regular
Et cetera, my service like Federer
The Rodger cat, now do you roger that?
Let's keep what we do on the low
No entourage, just a one-man show
Let's break out from the club around 4
But it's just one thing that a nigga must know
Can we
[Chorus]
[Joe Budden]
How you doin tonight?
Matter fact, what you doin tonight?
If the answer's nothin
I'm hopin us two could get into somethin
So let me know what you doin tonight
Or, maybe I'm what you doin tonight
Call me up naked when she home alone
And make the tone long, now that's the phone bone
Look - I ain't gotta compliment you
Uhh, me bein me compliments you
So on the balcony or in the tub
On the plane join the Mile High Club
From the club to the bathroom stall
Whenever we'll hook up she ain't wearin no drawers
Ooh baby I likes it raw
But keep that behind closed doors, my door
[Chorus - 2X]
Better Me Lyrics – Joe Budden
[Intro: Joe Budden]
I hear what nigga's sayin'.
Nigga's gonna' talk to me like...
Like when I come on the plane an' shit, Louie's on.
When I sit out in front of the muh'fuckin' plane wit' the daily news wit' my legs crossed an' shit.
Wanna' act like I ain't earn my seat, when I'm watchin' muh'fuckas walk to the back an' shit, when it's Coach.
You Pat Riley in that shit, nigga.
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Look here,
Look, look...
I get a ghetto gospel
Only right considerin' the ghetto was my hostile.
Memory is gone, but I'm recallin' all through highschool
Even at my lowest, I was sittin' on my high stool;
That's what bein' high do.
If I couldn't do shit, was always able ta' toke
They tol' me that a nigga die 'fore I was able ta' vote.
'Prolly 'cause me an' my constituents
An' all the shit we did
The MRI couldn't tell you what the issue is.
Wit' my treason came a cause that I believed in
Is it really wrong if a nigga got a reason?
At times I had ta' take doe
Nigga did whatever for a peso
Bein' from the hood'll be my scapegoat.
A "can it be", 'cause I wasn't born into a canopy
Maybe I was prone ta' fallin' in love wit' vanity.
Tell me shit'chu reap is the shit'chu sow
Tell God I'm better than the shit I show
I gotta grow, c'mon.
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Whoa...
Now look...
Now niggas say I floss too much
So... has he changed?
'Cause I don't think that thousand-dollar T cost too much.
All they should say is that he strong
Came out the fire unscathed, ye', I carried on
Lu Vuitton carry on.
?? wit' my blessing's at a delay
Now ta' lace my chick in ?? is sorta' cliché.
Plane ain't gonn' never land, less it's in the Netherlands
Twenty on that goldface, Breitling wit' the leather band.
Ask for a better hand
I tried collidin' wit my problems, ye', I never ran
That'll make me less a man.
I ain't go from not havin' it ta' bein' arrogant
I dreamt, went grabbin' it, jus' bein' passionate.
Some niggas get complaints an' why...
Dude's is newborn birds, jus' afraid ta' fly.
If you're foot's on the breaks, can't ride.
Me, I spread my wings, inhale an' embrace that high!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Give it away, give it away, give it away now [x3]
Look, look, look...
Part of me was gruesome
I ain't changed, I grew some
An' if I did change, I welcomed that shit to come.
Dudes that smoked trees wit' me
Dudes that used ta' be wit' me
They say I switched up on 'em an' did a three-sixty.
'Cause I don't burn it down
But to me it's commonsense -
You wann' see the otherside, gott' turn aroun'.
Show 'em your game face -
I tell 'em we was on the same track, but wasn't runnin' that same race (nigga).
Weighin' in the same space, but I ain't gonn' change pace
Some' won't let me slowdown, I can't explain fate.
So don't say I won't from broke ta' booshie
I'm far from far-end I jus' know what suits me, muh'fucka.
[Hook]
I hear what nigga's sayin'.
Nigga's gonna' talk to me like...
Like when I come on the plane an' shit, Louie's on.
When I sit out in front of the muh'fuckin' plane wit' the daily news wit' my legs crossed an' shit.
Wanna' act like I ain't earn my seat, when I'm watchin' muh'fuckas walk to the back an' shit, when it's Coach.
You Pat Riley in that shit, nigga.
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Look here,
Look, look...
I get a ghetto gospel
Only right considerin' the ghetto was my hostile.
Memory is gone, but I'm recallin' all through highschool
Even at my lowest, I was sittin' on my high stool;
That's what bein' high do.
If I couldn't do shit, was always able ta' toke
They tol' me that a nigga die 'fore I was able ta' vote.
'Prolly 'cause me an' my constituents
An' all the shit we did
The MRI couldn't tell you what the issue is.
Wit' my treason came a cause that I believed in
Is it really wrong if a nigga got a reason?
At times I had ta' take doe
Nigga did whatever for a peso
Bein' from the hood'll be my scapegoat.
A "can it be", 'cause I wasn't born into a canopy
Maybe I was prone ta' fallin' in love wit' vanity.
Tell me shit'chu reap is the shit'chu sow
Tell God I'm better than the shit I show
I gotta grow, c'mon.
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Whoa...
Now look...
Now niggas say I floss too much
So... has he changed?
'Cause I don't think that thousand-dollar T cost too much.
All they should say is that he strong
Came out the fire unscathed, ye', I carried on
Lu Vuitton carry on.
?? wit' my blessing's at a delay
Now ta' lace my chick in ?? is sorta' cliché.
Plane ain't gonn' never land, less it's in the Netherlands
Twenty on that goldface, Breitling wit' the leather band.
Ask for a better hand
I tried collidin' wit my problems, ye', I never ran
That'll make me less a man.
I ain't go from not havin' it ta' bein' arrogant
I dreamt, went grabbin' it, jus' bein' passionate.
Some niggas get complaints an' why...
Dude's is newborn birds, jus' afraid ta' fly.
If you're foot's on the breaks, can't ride.
Me, I spread my wings, inhale an' embrace that high!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Give it away, give it away, give it away now [x3]
Look, look, look...
Part of me was gruesome
I ain't changed, I grew some
An' if I did change, I welcomed that shit to come.
Dudes that smoked trees wit' me
Dudes that used ta' be wit' me
They say I switched up on 'em an' did a three-sixty.
'Cause I don't burn it down
But to me it's commonsense -
You wann' see the otherside, gott' turn aroun'.
Show 'em your game face -
I tell 'em we was on the same track, but wasn't runnin' that same race (nigga).
Weighin' in the same space, but I ain't gonn' change pace
Some' won't let me slowdown, I can't explain fate.
So don't say I won't from broke ta' booshie
I'm far from far-end I jus' know what suits me, muh'fucka.
[Hook]
One Night Fuck Lyrics – Joe Budden (feat. Emanny)
[Hook: Emanny]
She said she wanna go somewhere (and get familiar)
Joe no good (but I want'cha)
I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
I said I want a one night (oh!), a one night (oh!), a one night fuck.
See I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Look, look, look...
Ay' place I go I got ho's there.
How you gonn' go there -
Model face hopped on the scene stupid
Made for TV, should come wit' theme music.
She play the club on a regular basis (I mean...)
Had some work done in a few different places.
I knew it when I seen how small her waist is
Tasteless, but no matter what'chall taste is
Y'all would wanna taste it
Macy's make-up, shorty work the dayshift
Play like she evasive.
You know 'er type, always front like you can't get it
Even though I heard the stories how my man hit it.
My man did it in front of the cam wit' it
He said he jizzed on 'er, sent 'er 'bout 'er damn business.
I see 'er out an' I don't even say hi
You Barkley an' Wade 'er; put 'er in your fav. five.
But I'll be a liar ta' say that she ain't fine
So I answer when she call an' hit me wit' that same line.
C'mon.
[Hook: Emanny]
She said she wanna go somewhere (and get familiar)
Joe no good (but I want'cha)
I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
I said I want a one night (oh!), a one night (oh!), a one night fuck.
See I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Yo,
She keep the shades on, lookin' like she high or somethin'
Love the strip clubs, I think that she bi or somethin'.
Brandnamed out, closet full of lavish furs
'Cause dude's trick on 'er, she act like the cash is hers.
Not at all player, I'll still jump, not foreplay 'er (dawg...)
She'll fuck you if you could jump, you know, ballplayer.
Share taker lookin' for a caretaker (ta' what?)
Ta' lace 'er once a week, take care of that hair an' make-up.
Somethin' like a cash cow, drink 'till she pass out
I think I seen 'er online wit' 'er ass out.
Freak shit, but look better than broads
Give head better than broads
Pussy get wetter than broads.
So naw, can't come at baby on some cheap shit
Now ay'body beat it, she come off conceited.
Peep it, if she gonn' be the one you leave wit'...
Do it on the low an' keep that chy'alls lil' secret.
[Hook: Emanny]
She said she wanna go somewhere (and get familiar)
Joe no good (but I want'cha)
I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
I said I want a one night (oh!), a one night (oh!), a one night fuck.
See I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Naw'mean?
That be his favorite girl.
Look...
I mean, B Cup, C Cup, D Cup, curves
Groupie, chickenhead, jumpoff, birds.
Ay'body onta' me, so I already know when she come onta' me
She gonn' say she don't do this normally.
You got 'er at the Steakhouse doin' it formally (me?!)
I('ll) give her takeout, she'll take the place of a porn for me.
I see Diddy ho, try'nna be in videos
Real popular, she the one the whole city knows.
Say it to 'er face, she gets defensive, lawyer
Sendin' naked pics, exhibitionist, voyeur.
Know the routine, so she leave when we finished
Then I lie everytime like, "I'mma call you in a minute", fa'real.
[Bridge To Hook: Emanny]
It's obvious that the girl is poison
She already ran through all my boys an'...
I know that it would be best jus' ta' stay away
But she's tellin' me...
She said she wanna go somewhere (and get familiar)
Joe no good (but I want'cha)
I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
I said I want a one night (oh!), a one night (oh!), a one night fuck.
See I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
She said she wanna go somewhere (and get familiar)
Joe no good (but I want'cha)
I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
I said I want a one night (oh!), a one night (oh!), a one night fuck.
See I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Look, look, look...
Ay' place I go I got ho's there.
How you gonn' go there -
Model face hopped on the scene stupid
Made for TV, should come wit' theme music.
She play the club on a regular basis (I mean...)
Had some work done in a few different places.
I knew it when I seen how small her waist is
Tasteless, but no matter what'chall taste is
Y'all would wanna taste it
Macy's make-up, shorty work the dayshift
Play like she evasive.
You know 'er type, always front like you can't get it
Even though I heard the stories how my man hit it.
My man did it in front of the cam wit' it
He said he jizzed on 'er, sent 'er 'bout 'er damn business.
I see 'er out an' I don't even say hi
You Barkley an' Wade 'er; put 'er in your fav. five.
But I'll be a liar ta' say that she ain't fine
So I answer when she call an' hit me wit' that same line.
C'mon.
[Hook: Emanny]
She said she wanna go somewhere (and get familiar)
Joe no good (but I want'cha)
I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
I said I want a one night (oh!), a one night (oh!), a one night fuck.
See I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Yo,
She keep the shades on, lookin' like she high or somethin'
Love the strip clubs, I think that she bi or somethin'.
Brandnamed out, closet full of lavish furs
'Cause dude's trick on 'er, she act like the cash is hers.
Not at all player, I'll still jump, not foreplay 'er (dawg...)
She'll fuck you if you could jump, you know, ballplayer.
Share taker lookin' for a caretaker (ta' what?)
Ta' lace 'er once a week, take care of that hair an' make-up.
Somethin' like a cash cow, drink 'till she pass out
I think I seen 'er online wit' 'er ass out.
Freak shit, but look better than broads
Give head better than broads
Pussy get wetter than broads.
So naw, can't come at baby on some cheap shit
Now ay'body beat it, she come off conceited.
Peep it, if she gonn' be the one you leave wit'...
Do it on the low an' keep that chy'alls lil' secret.
[Hook: Emanny]
She said she wanna go somewhere (and get familiar)
Joe no good (but I want'cha)
I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
I said I want a one night (oh!), a one night (oh!), a one night fuck.
See I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Naw'mean?
That be his favorite girl.
Look...
I mean, B Cup, C Cup, D Cup, curves
Groupie, chickenhead, jumpoff, birds.
Ay'body onta' me, so I already know when she come onta' me
She gonn' say she don't do this normally.
You got 'er at the Steakhouse doin' it formally (me?!)
I('ll) give her takeout, she'll take the place of a porn for me.
I see Diddy ho, try'nna be in videos
Real popular, she the one the whole city knows.
Say it to 'er face, she gets defensive, lawyer
Sendin' naked pics, exhibitionist, voyeur.
Know the routine, so she leave when we finished
Then I lie everytime like, "I'mma call you in a minute", fa'real.
[Bridge To Hook: Emanny]
It's obvious that the girl is poison
She already ran through all my boys an'...
I know that it would be best jus' ta' stay away
But she's tellin' me...
She said she wanna go somewhere (and get familiar)
Joe no good (but I want'cha)
I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
I said I want a one night (oh!), a one night (oh!), a one night fuck.
See I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
Hiatus Lyrics –Joe Budden
Two years, waits up
Still sleep, wake up
Girl gon break up
Mind right, cake up
Friends came, friends left
Bullshit is endless
Been that, Hip Hop
Really not impressed
Maybe just my love died
Sober, still above high
Slugs fly, eyes up, dry but still a thug cries
I cry til I can't cry no more
Believe my own nonsense I can't lie no more
Soul's dead, breathless I can't sigh no more
Wheel's already fell off, I can't ride no more
I guess I... pack up all of my belongings and just troop it
You know its beef when a smart nigga get stupid
Then its justified, rational nullified
He's been shot 8 times, almost thought my brother died
See he was raised different, I know his mother tried
His arms tied, I'm tryna teach dude to touch the sky
But still shorty wild
Turned on by 40 cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I only ever fist fought with niggas bigger than me
I never been the one to try to grab shit in my reach
Incompliant, you have now witnessed the breach
I feel like life is all written, understand my math
Got on my knees told God I had a plan he laughed
I mean..
Hours pass, no sleep
Cowards get a slow leak
Showered twice the whole week
Powerless control freak
Thinkin' about suicide
Won't though, I'm scrutinized
Life nigga, do or die
Hood want him crucified
Jewelry on, fresh dressed
Model broads, excess
Phone calls, death threats
Tell me whats the next step
Whats what?
Whos who?
Paranoid as usual
Gripping on my deuce deuce
Either way a lose lose
All I need is one mic
Razor blades, gun fights
Grew without no sun light
Understand sons plight
If done right, wont seek and fail
I dont follow the path
I'm creating my own to leave a trial
No rhyme or reason
Nor reason to rhyme
No more food for thought
Shit was seasoning mine
Now they counting my desire
Second guessing my fast life
Bringing weapons of mass in when you question my passion
I live for this
Not the baguettes and the fame
Got signed having the awnser then the question changed
Saying jump off dont sound right
Is blashphemous, down right
I astound mics
Music is just what feelings sound like
So even though when I do it its flames
For a while felt like I was making music in vein
We dont view it the same
I use it for change
Y'all do it for change
I use it for pain
But keep doing your thing
Soundscans sky rocket
Build all this hype bout it
People might cop it
This is just my logic
Maybe its psychotic
Though labels try to stop it
This is my antibiotic
So let me start doing what dudes like
A nigga in the booth feeling fresher then some new nikes
And I cruise like cruise-control
No fuck that!!
I cant do it, I might lose my soul
Even though shit help a nigga to his goal
Would defeat the whole purpose
Nahh that ain't what Jerz is
Nahh that would be worthless
Bars sounding nervous
A nigga much deeper then what you see on the surface
I rather resort back to snatching purses
Finally understanding what the gift and the curse is
If I was more concerned about a purchase
I would tell yall its about to go down like bird shit
It takes courage, me verses urges
Words split and got caught up in label merges
And whats worse is
I've been deserted in the circus
Up and left the circuit
It's dead like herses
Sicker then the pedaphiles working in the churches
That ain't the type of shit I need fit for my verses
So lemme help niggas understand mouse
Why try to fit in when you a stand out?
No album but the money never ran out
Beside from rap I'm kinda focused on land now
Cause I dont know where the game is
It's just been attacked by Hurricane Chris
So niggas cant fathom what money and fame is
Well some niggas get it by using their stainless
Well some niggas get it what the kid sustain in
Me! .. Im regular Joe I dont let it change shit
Still sleep, wake up
Girl gon break up
Mind right, cake up
Friends came, friends left
Bullshit is endless
Been that, Hip Hop
Really not impressed
Maybe just my love died
Sober, still above high
Slugs fly, eyes up, dry but still a thug cries
I cry til I can't cry no more
Believe my own nonsense I can't lie no more
Soul's dead, breathless I can't sigh no more
Wheel's already fell off, I can't ride no more
I guess I... pack up all of my belongings and just troop it
You know its beef when a smart nigga get stupid
Then its justified, rational nullified
He's been shot 8 times, almost thought my brother died
See he was raised different, I know his mother tried
His arms tied, I'm tryna teach dude to touch the sky
But still shorty wild
Turned on by 40 cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I only ever fist fought with niggas bigger than me
I never been the one to try to grab shit in my reach
Incompliant, you have now witnessed the breach
I feel like life is all written, understand my math
Got on my knees told God I had a plan he laughed
I mean..
Hours pass, no sleep
Cowards get a slow leak
Showered twice the whole week
Powerless control freak
Thinkin' about suicide
Won't though, I'm scrutinized
Life nigga, do or die
Hood want him crucified
Jewelry on, fresh dressed
Model broads, excess
Phone calls, death threats
Tell me whats the next step
Whats what?
Whos who?
Paranoid as usual
Gripping on my deuce deuce
Either way a lose lose
All I need is one mic
Razor blades, gun fights
Grew without no sun light
Understand sons plight
If done right, wont seek and fail
I dont follow the path
I'm creating my own to leave a trial
No rhyme or reason
Nor reason to rhyme
No more food for thought
Shit was seasoning mine
Now they counting my desire
Second guessing my fast life
Bringing weapons of mass in when you question my passion
I live for this
Not the baguettes and the fame
Got signed having the awnser then the question changed
Saying jump off dont sound right
Is blashphemous, down right
I astound mics
Music is just what feelings sound like
So even though when I do it its flames
For a while felt like I was making music in vein
We dont view it the same
I use it for change
Y'all do it for change
I use it for pain
But keep doing your thing
Soundscans sky rocket
Build all this hype bout it
People might cop it
This is just my logic
Maybe its psychotic
Though labels try to stop it
This is my antibiotic
So let me start doing what dudes like
A nigga in the booth feeling fresher then some new nikes
And I cruise like cruise-control
No fuck that!!
I cant do it, I might lose my soul
Even though shit help a nigga to his goal
Would defeat the whole purpose
Nahh that ain't what Jerz is
Nahh that would be worthless
Bars sounding nervous
A nigga much deeper then what you see on the surface
I rather resort back to snatching purses
Finally understanding what the gift and the curse is
If I was more concerned about a purchase
I would tell yall its about to go down like bird shit
It takes courage, me verses urges
Words split and got caught up in label merges
And whats worse is
I've been deserted in the circus
Up and left the circuit
It's dead like herses
Sicker then the pedaphiles working in the churches
That ain't the type of shit I need fit for my verses
So lemme help niggas understand mouse
Why try to fit in when you a stand out?
No album but the money never ran out
Beside from rap I'm kinda focused on land now
Cause I dont know where the game is
It's just been attacked by Hurricane Chris
So niggas cant fathom what money and fame is
Well some niggas get it by using their stainless
Well some niggas get it what the kid sustain in
Me! .. Im regular Joe I dont let it change shit
Ventilation Lyrics –Joe Budden
[Joe Budden]
Time goes by
Puffing on lie
Hopping that it gets me by
Got a nigga going crazy
[DJ On Point]
We call this on e ventilation
Some niggas wanted to kill me
Got locked up and never found me so my goal is to catch a charge in that same county
Picture me getting bumped for a silly hand off
The bullpens fucked up just as Willie Randolph See
I could pop a few nickel plated glocks to
It's easier to kill niggas than it is not to
I let the pot grew
Then the plot grew
It the labels job to label you don't fit it and they'll drop you
Finally made a move on something I been saw
Sometimes you got to lose the fight if you trying to win the war
I'm focused on tomorrow
I'm done seeing my friends in the rearview thing we really closer than we are
Fuck the record label
No relation or correlation all my admiration just turned aggravation they say
How you sit so long when you spew classics?
I tell niggas I can't understand it "that's blue magic"
The rap game as is either you on some snap shit
Or plan ol' stuck in a different decade like the brat is
I hear niggas joints and take it personal WHY
Now everybody want to spit about their personal lives
Before that was none existent
Me I'm an addict with an addition for anything that seems to cause friction
Maybe I'm in a relationship with bad Karma
What her past the somber maybe I attract drama yeah
Undoubtedly my life is on some VH1 shit
Just adding some salt and pepper to reality while
Other artistes is obsessed with more toys
Like lex, coup, beemers, and benz's there lost boys
Un I kept brushing off my shoulder till the chip was going
Left the benz at the dealers till the kit was on
I don't feel niggas songs
So while ya'll at the awards I'm loading up on ratches that's the tip I'm on
Flow is on acid I swear I would have the game mastered if I wasn't so busy carrying baggage
Calling god a bastard
Calvin look way different in person then they had him looking in his casket
I'm looking in his casket like he had no face
I was at a lost for words like fiasco gate
So I figured I say a prayer for em got on my knees quick
And realized "I DON'T EVER PRAY UNTIL I NEED SHIT"
My soul akin trying to stay low maintains
I'm stuck in hell waiting on blessing with no patience
I done made the ave hot
Been had as stab shot
Waiting on my jackpot
Always been a have not
Always been an under dog little guy still try
Cause I think I'm a cash cow they treat me like I'm milk dry
Juggling nickels and dime I'm walking a fine line
Sometimes you got to just breath maybe give time, time
Give me a sign kind of shock he won't
See I want another baby but my pockets don't
Normally that wouldn't bother me
Till I wake up and get the paper and read some rich nigga won the lottery
Young black and shameless
Shorty keep beefing about the same shit almost like yelling her second language
Why do I entertain it
Listen we been arguing about everything for ages do it ever change shit
Wind up igging each other for the whole week
It's a lot of men in this world baby you chose me like I chose you
We been rocking for years you signed up your not a victim you're a volunteer it weird
Not a cheater on occasion still fuck a bitch
Who knows why maybe just to be covered
I'm me she her we both had enough of it but won't leave
We the only ones who put up with it
In all areas its like my stocks crashing
Wishing all these old motherfuckers would stop rapping
Trying to be tasteful
Not mad or hateful
Time goes by
Puffing on lie
Hopping that it gets me by
Got a nigga going crazy
[DJ On Point]
We call this on e ventilation
Some niggas wanted to kill me
Got locked up and never found me so my goal is to catch a charge in that same county
Picture me getting bumped for a silly hand off
The bullpens fucked up just as Willie Randolph See
I could pop a few nickel plated glocks to
It's easier to kill niggas than it is not to
I let the pot grew
Then the plot grew
It the labels job to label you don't fit it and they'll drop you
Finally made a move on something I been saw
Sometimes you got to lose the fight if you trying to win the war
I'm focused on tomorrow
I'm done seeing my friends in the rearview thing we really closer than we are
Fuck the record label
No relation or correlation all my admiration just turned aggravation they say
How you sit so long when you spew classics?
I tell niggas I can't understand it "that's blue magic"
The rap game as is either you on some snap shit
Or plan ol' stuck in a different decade like the brat is
I hear niggas joints and take it personal WHY
Now everybody want to spit about their personal lives
Before that was none existent
Me I'm an addict with an addition for anything that seems to cause friction
Maybe I'm in a relationship with bad Karma
What her past the somber maybe I attract drama yeah
Undoubtedly my life is on some VH1 shit
Just adding some salt and pepper to reality while
Other artistes is obsessed with more toys
Like lex, coup, beemers, and benz's there lost boys
Un I kept brushing off my shoulder till the chip was going
Left the benz at the dealers till the kit was on
I don't feel niggas songs
So while ya'll at the awards I'm loading up on ratches that's the tip I'm on
Flow is on acid I swear I would have the game mastered if I wasn't so busy carrying baggage
Calling god a bastard
Calvin look way different in person then they had him looking in his casket
I'm looking in his casket like he had no face
I was at a lost for words like fiasco gate
So I figured I say a prayer for em got on my knees quick
And realized "I DON'T EVER PRAY UNTIL I NEED SHIT"
My soul akin trying to stay low maintains
I'm stuck in hell waiting on blessing with no patience
I done made the ave hot
Been had as stab shot
Waiting on my jackpot
Always been a have not
Always been an under dog little guy still try
Cause I think I'm a cash cow they treat me like I'm milk dry
Juggling nickels and dime I'm walking a fine line
Sometimes you got to just breath maybe give time, time
Give me a sign kind of shock he won't
See I want another baby but my pockets don't
Normally that wouldn't bother me
Till I wake up and get the paper and read some rich nigga won the lottery
Young black and shameless
Shorty keep beefing about the same shit almost like yelling her second language
Why do I entertain it
Listen we been arguing about everything for ages do it ever change shit
Wind up igging each other for the whole week
It's a lot of men in this world baby you chose me like I chose you
We been rocking for years you signed up your not a victim you're a volunteer it weird
Not a cheater on occasion still fuck a bitch
Who knows why maybe just to be covered
I'm me she her we both had enough of it but won't leave
We the only ones who put up with it
In all areas its like my stocks crashing
Wishing all these old motherfuckers would stop rapping
Trying to be tasteful
Not mad or hateful
Talk 2 'Em Lyrics –Joe Budden
(Yo, Yo)
How many Mc's must get dissed?
How niggas still think they can still fuck with the kid? (OOO)
I guess I moved up in the world, duke is not happy
take it as my success throwing shots at me (Talk 2 Em!)
gotta calm the lions, tame shooters
gotta catch a new body with the same ruger
we don't spit the same mucas (Naw!)
I'm a boss and you not, shit the even tried to kill Frank Lucas (Talk 2 Em!)
so nigga if I die tomorrow, you ain't gotta ask why tomorrow
dog I done con the likes of niggas you shouldn't con with
made bons with niggas you shouldn't bond with (Talk 2 Em!)
Im sick world in my palm shit re-peated convict
while the dogs trying to con Vick, shit
I guess what im tryin say, is niggas die running like Ryan Shay (Talk 2 Em!)
all the Lean Me niggas, got high hopes call them Dream Team niggas
gin is in my blood is a king gene nigga
I make you appear to be whatever I feel like Green Screen niggas (Talk 2 Em!)
so go and get suped off words, maybe do it for Jerz
maybe dudes disturbed (Talk 2 Em!), maybe dudes no go, maybe dudes bezerked
so when I pull up in a tank maybe you deserve (Me!) (Talk 2 Em!)
I get into dudes character defects, before your deal you was a character reject
humble pie when you see a character regress
fuck ya tape homie, I pass it up, eject (Talk 2 Em!)
time to seperate the real from the lies
the hills have eyes, but when the hill of ya demise
I reveal at the skies in a hot Ferrari
its a new Joe in town and its not Girardi (Talk 2 Em!)
Look, turn pink her face getting her Cam on
In the club man on, freak gettin her jam on
Hands on trying to put her hands on the ice
cause its Saw part 4 dog, big enough to stand on (Talk 2 Em!)
when did rappers start acting this fly
say you top 5, they'll grab it and ride, but i'm humble
so even though I Am Legend, I can say Will Smith's the best rapper alive (Talk 2 Em!)
When they tell you, your doing ya thing
they taking your tampon out and pulling the string
How the fuck you a thug when you stay shook nigga?
more like a school boy, a facebook nigga (Talk 2 Em!)
Im just straving this can't be greed
Im not a drug lord, don't nobody hand me keys
Gotta drop a few branches off my family tree
raised my sons all wrong, yes i'm Andy Reid it's me (Talk 2 Em!)
I can't put the jewels on without no chrome
I can't rock these Ice Cream's without the Cold Stone's
Im so focused, get on some long nose shit
and ill have the goons surround you on some Rose shit (Talk 2 Em!)
the more I get into, streets or instrumentals
bum ass niggas remind me of Mr. Wendal
Me, on the horizen, I've been trying to bring pies in
more dudes then Verizon behind them (Talk 2 Em!)
bunch of generals behind me, Im the crew chief
busting off my Ricky Davis, thats the new Heat
Ive come clean about me and its a damn shame
only Religions im into is a brand name (Talk 2 Em!)
Campaign going full thortal like a race
feeling Funkdafied get a bottle to the face
Face, for you times is rough too (WHY?)
cause aint nobody buying ya albums but you (Talk 2 Em!)
from the sounds of everything I hear you lost it
still rap aight, but ya peers exhausted
fuck ya bunch of money, put ya ego to the side
and maybe its time to study ya understudy (Talk 2 Em!)
I mean, are we hustling or are we grown up?
everytime I hear you, you changing ya tone up
when the new generation think about Jordan
all they remember is when Iverson crossed him (Talk 2 Em!)
take off the blazer, lossing up the tie
nigga fell in love and superman died
better learn to cover ya ears when the toys pop
I hate ya last single (pause) Boys Roc
can we hear some new niggas with promise?
the new generation won't forget you we promise
we'll always pay homage
but let's get one thing understood son
every Encore ain't a good one! (Talk 2 Em!)
How many Mc's must get dissed?
How niggas still think they can still fuck with the kid? (OOO)
I guess I moved up in the world, duke is not happy
take it as my success throwing shots at me (Talk 2 Em!)
gotta calm the lions, tame shooters
gotta catch a new body with the same ruger
we don't spit the same mucas (Naw!)
I'm a boss and you not, shit the even tried to kill Frank Lucas (Talk 2 Em!)
so nigga if I die tomorrow, you ain't gotta ask why tomorrow
dog I done con the likes of niggas you shouldn't con with
made bons with niggas you shouldn't bond with (Talk 2 Em!)
Im sick world in my palm shit re-peated convict
while the dogs trying to con Vick, shit
I guess what im tryin say, is niggas die running like Ryan Shay (Talk 2 Em!)
all the Lean Me niggas, got high hopes call them Dream Team niggas
gin is in my blood is a king gene nigga
I make you appear to be whatever I feel like Green Screen niggas (Talk 2 Em!)
so go and get suped off words, maybe do it for Jerz
maybe dudes disturbed (Talk 2 Em!), maybe dudes no go, maybe dudes bezerked
so when I pull up in a tank maybe you deserve (Me!) (Talk 2 Em!)
I get into dudes character defects, before your deal you was a character reject
humble pie when you see a character regress
fuck ya tape homie, I pass it up, eject (Talk 2 Em!)
time to seperate the real from the lies
the hills have eyes, but when the hill of ya demise
I reveal at the skies in a hot Ferrari
its a new Joe in town and its not Girardi (Talk 2 Em!)
Look, turn pink her face getting her Cam on
In the club man on, freak gettin her jam on
Hands on trying to put her hands on the ice
cause its Saw part 4 dog, big enough to stand on (Talk 2 Em!)
when did rappers start acting this fly
say you top 5, they'll grab it and ride, but i'm humble
so even though I Am Legend, I can say Will Smith's the best rapper alive (Talk 2 Em!)
When they tell you, your doing ya thing
they taking your tampon out and pulling the string
How the fuck you a thug when you stay shook nigga?
more like a school boy, a facebook nigga (Talk 2 Em!)
Im just straving this can't be greed
Im not a drug lord, don't nobody hand me keys
Gotta drop a few branches off my family tree
raised my sons all wrong, yes i'm Andy Reid it's me (Talk 2 Em!)
I can't put the jewels on without no chrome
I can't rock these Ice Cream's without the Cold Stone's
Im so focused, get on some long nose shit
and ill have the goons surround you on some Rose shit (Talk 2 Em!)
the more I get into, streets or instrumentals
bum ass niggas remind me of Mr. Wendal
Me, on the horizen, I've been trying to bring pies in
more dudes then Verizon behind them (Talk 2 Em!)
bunch of generals behind me, Im the crew chief
busting off my Ricky Davis, thats the new Heat
Ive come clean about me and its a damn shame
only Religions im into is a brand name (Talk 2 Em!)
Campaign going full thortal like a race
feeling Funkdafied get a bottle to the face
Face, for you times is rough too (WHY?)
cause aint nobody buying ya albums but you (Talk 2 Em!)
from the sounds of everything I hear you lost it
still rap aight, but ya peers exhausted
fuck ya bunch of money, put ya ego to the side
and maybe its time to study ya understudy (Talk 2 Em!)
I mean, are we hustling or are we grown up?
everytime I hear you, you changing ya tone up
when the new generation think about Jordan
all they remember is when Iverson crossed him (Talk 2 Em!)
take off the blazer, lossing up the tie
nigga fell in love and superman died
better learn to cover ya ears when the toys pop
I hate ya last single (pause) Boys Roc
can we hear some new niggas with promise?
the new generation won't forget you we promise
we'll always pay homage
but let's get one thing understood son
every Encore ain't a good one! (Talk 2 Em!)
Warfare Lyrics –Joe Budden (feat. Joell Ortiz)
[DJ On Point]
Warfare, featuring Joell Ortiz [echo]
(J.O., it's J.O.)
(IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
[Joe Budden]
You're now hearin hip hop at it's finest
I'm just criminal minded
The Ed Hardy with the fine fit (oh)
Track just started, no need to rewind it
[Joell Ortiz]
Me, I'm bringin fresh air back, I'm rap's hymelic
Got 'em all sick is that vomit?
Ew you nasty
Man I'll smack your skin if you feel you past it
[Joe Budden]
It's like we lions against Lassies
Niggaz ain't nice, they lyin, the flow ass cheek
I'm on the beat like Contra POW
Steamroll over shit, I'm in a Tonka now
This ain't about radio, see I'm beyond the dial
But still strong arm a nigga, Pete Konda style (ow)
[Joell Ortiz]
The inserts of your album put my ganja out
That sweeter than the lip gloss on Rihanna's mouth
Y'all sleepin, in pajamas on your momma's couch
I'm freakin, in the Bahamas throwin condoms out
[Joe Budden]
Hold up dog, these felons ain't predicates, hands castle delicate
Metal spit, leave 'em on the field like Everett (oh)
I does my own stunts, like the Jackie Chan movie
Mismatch, belt Prada but the pants Louie
If you ain't fair to me, then your whole camp sushi
Rockin Iceberg when niggaz didn't understand Snoopy
Damn moolies, chain of command's ran through me
You and your man uzi, (Slow Down) like Brand Nubie
Can't do me, grant to me, like a man groupie
If that's the number one pick, then he Sam Bowie
And I hate to blow a homie on your mans
You ain't Kid Rock, can't box the Tommy with your hands, motherfucker
[Joell Ortiz]
I was really in the lobby with the grands tryna take guap
In the hallway, all day, is or it ain't hot
Listen to Hot 9, like what do they got
that I don't, With a blindfold I see everyone they say's hot
It's too easy, I'm feelin like I'm a cheater (why?)
The flow heavy, your's light like a slice of pita (haha)
When moms was pregnant she was lightin reefer
That's why I'm nice, in the middle of Alaska I'll write a heater
I'm just cool and rough, hoody matchin my Adidas
Pants with the permanent wrinkles like I am Ian Eagle
I will make every last one of you guys believers
Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm playin timer's keeper
[Joe Budden]
Treat me like a big brother, slash fifth tucker
Let the cig snuff you, you a kid, fuck ya
Cocked AK, Mayday, listenin to (Dre Day)
Can't call me, dick in the mouth, somethin like Ray J
They like Steve Irwin up against the stringray
Heat up like ging ray, when somethin with the beans spray
[Joell Ortiz]
Uh, take a sip of E&J, then a little puff or two
Get some butt, then kick out the slut, you's a bugaboo (haha)
Weak dressers, in the ring I'm Mr. Wonderful
Paul Orndorff, man y'all all soft and huggable
Y'all dealin with a pro here, that don't care
Y'all stiff and worn out like a closet with old gear
And I ain't goin nowhere
Producers know I'm the best thing over those snares
But you speakers whack, Ortiz I overdose like the needle's packed
I be's in a zone, then I give the speakers back
[Joe Budden]
Hold up Joell, the (Ether's) back
See I'm rap's Larry Johnson, redid my contract, now the Chief is back
So blame it on fatigue
Have you like Greg Oden, injured before your first game in the league
I'm spendin old faces, niggaz took my style
Gotta steal my own shit back like O.J. did
Might size you and your spouse, have guys go in your house
With ridges on the nose of the rifle like OW!
POW!
Warfare, featuring Joell Ortiz [echo]
(J.O., it's J.O.)
(IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
[Joe Budden]
You're now hearin hip hop at it's finest
I'm just criminal minded
The Ed Hardy with the fine fit (oh)
Track just started, no need to rewind it
[Joell Ortiz]
Me, I'm bringin fresh air back, I'm rap's hymelic
Got 'em all sick is that vomit?
Ew you nasty
Man I'll smack your skin if you feel you past it
[Joe Budden]
It's like we lions against Lassies
Niggaz ain't nice, they lyin, the flow ass cheek
I'm on the beat like Contra POW
Steamroll over shit, I'm in a Tonka now
This ain't about radio, see I'm beyond the dial
But still strong arm a nigga, Pete Konda style (ow)
[Joell Ortiz]
The inserts of your album put my ganja out
That sweeter than the lip gloss on Rihanna's mouth
Y'all sleepin, in pajamas on your momma's couch
I'm freakin, in the Bahamas throwin condoms out
[Joe Budden]
Hold up dog, these felons ain't predicates, hands castle delicate
Metal spit, leave 'em on the field like Everett (oh)
I does my own stunts, like the Jackie Chan movie
Mismatch, belt Prada but the pants Louie
If you ain't fair to me, then your whole camp sushi
Rockin Iceberg when niggaz didn't understand Snoopy
Damn moolies, chain of command's ran through me
You and your man uzi, (Slow Down) like Brand Nubie
Can't do me, grant to me, like a man groupie
If that's the number one pick, then he Sam Bowie
And I hate to blow a homie on your mans
You ain't Kid Rock, can't box the Tommy with your hands, motherfucker
[Joell Ortiz]
I was really in the lobby with the grands tryna take guap
In the hallway, all day, is or it ain't hot
Listen to Hot 9, like what do they got
that I don't, With a blindfold I see everyone they say's hot
It's too easy, I'm feelin like I'm a cheater (why?)
The flow heavy, your's light like a slice of pita (haha)
When moms was pregnant she was lightin reefer
That's why I'm nice, in the middle of Alaska I'll write a heater
I'm just cool and rough, hoody matchin my Adidas
Pants with the permanent wrinkles like I am Ian Eagle
I will make every last one of you guys believers
Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm playin timer's keeper
[Joe Budden]
Treat me like a big brother, slash fifth tucker
Let the cig snuff you, you a kid, fuck ya
Cocked AK, Mayday, listenin to (Dre Day)
Can't call me, dick in the mouth, somethin like Ray J
They like Steve Irwin up against the stringray
Heat up like ging ray, when somethin with the beans spray
[Joell Ortiz]
Uh, take a sip of E&J, then a little puff or two
Get some butt, then kick out the slut, you's a bugaboo (haha)
Weak dressers, in the ring I'm Mr. Wonderful
Paul Orndorff, man y'all all soft and huggable
Y'all dealin with a pro here, that don't care
Y'all stiff and worn out like a closet with old gear
And I ain't goin nowhere
Producers know I'm the best thing over those snares
But you speakers whack, Ortiz I overdose like the needle's packed
I be's in a zone, then I give the speakers back
[Joe Budden]
Hold up Joell, the (Ether's) back
See I'm rap's Larry Johnson, redid my contract, now the Chief is back
So blame it on fatigue
Have you like Greg Oden, injured before your first game in the league
I'm spendin old faces, niggaz took my style
Gotta steal my own shit back like O.J. did
Might size you and your spouse, have guys go in your house
With ridges on the nose of the rifle like OW!
POW!
Invisible Man Lyrics –Joe Budden (feat. Emanny)
(And you know why his name is On Point 'cause he on point pussy)
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
Uh, cheah
Ah, ah, ch-cheah
Taha
Ah, ah, ah
Goin, goin, go
[DJ On Point - talking over Intro (echo)]
As we continue on
The name of this joint right here is called Invisible Man
Featuring Emanny, shout to Chemo on the beat
Shout to mixtapekings.com
[Chorus - Emanny - w/ ad libs]
Can anybody out there hear me? I feel like my voice is lost
'Cause I know the whole World can't see me, close to just fallin off
But with everything I am, I still find a way to stand and keep movin
While I'm here so strong and still, like I'm invisible
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall
With the phone off, near a withdrawal
Got a paranoia problem, so I'm known to keep a trigger round y'all
B.I.G. told me they be prayin for a nigga (Downfall)
I'm vacationin on a beach with no sand (and, oh!)
Tryin to check the time on a clock with no hands (what else?)
Feel like I'm gettin close but I'm nowhere near it (AH!)
I touch it but don't feel, listen but don't hear it (OH!)
Starin out a project window under mad stresses
Me and my mental got two different addresses
One's national, Trump International, rational
One is still stuck on the Avenue (oh)
If you don't understand, fine (but my)
My body's playin hinds with the mind, tryin to escape a landmine
Revamped, designs I search but can't find
Recant times when the future was a tan line (oh!)
Damn, shit was much brighter then
Now it's just vitamins mixed in with Vicodin
If they gonna set you up to lose, why try to win?
'Cause a scar don't stop nothin on a Viking's skin
So niggaz can come after me
Even "Intelligent Hoodlums" become Tragedies (they become tragedies)
I move in silence, the Jadakiss of Jers (why?)
So when it come to Benjamins I don't say a word, ya heard?
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
See I can ball in the cufflinks
Step out, tear down the party and the club scene
But I think it's obscene, the lifestyles of the rich and shameless
I pick anonymity over being famous
From the start, even if they don't see it, I play a part
Rather than sell a record, rather do it from the heart
I rather put me before y'all
I know niggaz might call it self-centered, I call that bein smart
So I stand behind mics, not even worried about the limelight
That'll manifest when the time's right
If I was Kanye, I wouldn't have these problems (but then)
But then I'd have Kanye's problems (cheah)
Blessed with everything they ever fronted on the planet
But loot's the only thing I ever wanted on the planet
Back on that canvas, just lost my bandwidth
Granted, I'm a always counter, granite
I been where you tryin to go, the God said it
So eggin me's not strong-minded, it's hard-headed
Thought I was on the right route, tacklin the game
'Til they handcuffed my mouth, put the shackles on my brain
Popular stranger, gone but still here
Handicap my career, I put it in a wheelchair
Let's keep the deal fair, nothin but real here (so!)
Amazed after all these years I still care, it's weird
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[DJ On Point - talking over Chorus (echo)]
Shout to Amadu, Junior
My nigga Mitch Mitchell out in Vegas
DJ On Point, Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
Uh, cheah
Ah, ah, ch-cheah
Taha
Ah, ah, ah
Goin, goin, go
[DJ On Point - talking over Intro (echo)]
As we continue on
The name of this joint right here is called Invisible Man
Featuring Emanny, shout to Chemo on the beat
Shout to mixtapekings.com
[Chorus - Emanny - w/ ad libs]
Can anybody out there hear me? I feel like my voice is lost
'Cause I know the whole World can't see me, close to just fallin off
But with everything I am, I still find a way to stand and keep movin
While I'm here so strong and still, like I'm invisible
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall
With the phone off, near a withdrawal
Got a paranoia problem, so I'm known to keep a trigger round y'all
B.I.G. told me they be prayin for a nigga (Downfall)
I'm vacationin on a beach with no sand (and, oh!)
Tryin to check the time on a clock with no hands (what else?)
Feel like I'm gettin close but I'm nowhere near it (AH!)
I touch it but don't feel, listen but don't hear it (OH!)
Starin out a project window under mad stresses
Me and my mental got two different addresses
One's national, Trump International, rational
One is still stuck on the Avenue (oh)
If you don't understand, fine (but my)
My body's playin hinds with the mind, tryin to escape a landmine
Revamped, designs I search but can't find
Recant times when the future was a tan line (oh!)
Damn, shit was much brighter then
Now it's just vitamins mixed in with Vicodin
If they gonna set you up to lose, why try to win?
'Cause a scar don't stop nothin on a Viking's skin
So niggaz can come after me
Even "Intelligent Hoodlums" become Tragedies (they become tragedies)
I move in silence, the Jadakiss of Jers (why?)
So when it come to Benjamins I don't say a word, ya heard?
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
See I can ball in the cufflinks
Step out, tear down the party and the club scene
But I think it's obscene, the lifestyles of the rich and shameless
I pick anonymity over being famous
From the start, even if they don't see it, I play a part
Rather than sell a record, rather do it from the heart
I rather put me before y'all
I know niggaz might call it self-centered, I call that bein smart
So I stand behind mics, not even worried about the limelight
That'll manifest when the time's right
If I was Kanye, I wouldn't have these problems (but then)
But then I'd have Kanye's problems (cheah)
Blessed with everything they ever fronted on the planet
But loot's the only thing I ever wanted on the planet
Back on that canvas, just lost my bandwidth
Granted, I'm a always counter, granite
I been where you tryin to go, the God said it
So eggin me's not strong-minded, it's hard-headed
Thought I was on the right route, tacklin the game
'Til they handcuffed my mouth, put the shackles on my brain
Popular stranger, gone but still here
Handicap my career, I put it in a wheelchair
Let's keep the deal fair, nothin but real here (so!)
Amazed after all these years I still care, it's weird
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[DJ On Point - talking over Chorus (echo)]
Shout to Amadu, Junior
My nigga Mitch Mitchell out in Vegas
DJ On Point, Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3
Dear Diary Lyrics –Joe Budden
10-3-07
The soundtrack to my life is like CNN first shit
Images like CNN but worse shit
I would down the whole Pinot Gris
But I'd see the Group Home without the Premo beats
And it hurts my soul
I'm a Warrior so though the odds is against a nigga Dirk gon choke
Some people confide in the person that they sleep with
Ive learned theres no such thing as a secret (oh)
I can't describe the feeling I get
You was riding shotgun I was wheeling the whip
Shit I even let you rock out
Being Bill Belichick tapin from the sidelines stealin my shit
But dawg you was like a mini me
Mocked me envied me turns out you was blowin hot air Kenny G
But you was cool accepted you instantly
Not a groupie but you had a few tendencies
And though we share a few memories
A couple wrong turns'll turn a friend to an enemy
See phony people like phony people
Even you could be mistaken if you phone these people
Look when you invite the nerds to the cool table
shit is bound to break up like a pool table Some wack dudes'll start feeling like the shit
And you thinkin its you its really where you sit
Or maybe you was neglected
Cause when you take the front down and strip a nigga naked hes dying to be accepted (oh)
I did that just the way you was
Now you a stranger nothing like the way you was
But uh you not real you not Rachel
You not Worm you not Dill shit you not chill
I thought you had some (?)
fuck the fake shit I'm really feelin that you tryna screw me
And you a lil smarter than the average dude
So it took a nigga just a lil longer to see
They tried to warn me fought with my girl every night about you
shit only hurts cause she was right about you
She run around wanting to shoot you the fair one
I keep telling her chill I don't care none
I got another side I never showed to you
The side where everybody is disposable
See relationships are never a threat
Cause Ill erase the history and act like we never met
Become done giving a fuck and done callin
I got your e-mail I was done way before then (oh)
Dear Diary I don't wanna keep shit inside of me
Id rather just speak to you privately
Maybe its my mood as far as I can see
Theres really no point in having this guy with me
Change from the days of us getting in your truck
Its bigger than one song its bigger than a buck
Its bigger than me bigger than buck
Bigger than voodoo its bigger than luck shit its bigger than us
I always call niggas fools for wanting to learn the hard way (when)
When I'm really the fool for tryna teach'em
When the blinds leading the blind you can't reach'em
If niggas aint as hungry as you then why feed'em
Niggas aint tryna be lead then why lead'em
Having big problems with your dogs why breed'em
Ill keep my part up keep my guard up
Was like Thundercats but changed faster than Cheetara
Just a small part of a larger issue
Sometimes acceptance is so hard to get to
But we all equal no one lower or above me
I love my team just as much as they love me
If not more
If I turn the knob we all going through the door I aint coming back for yall
The whole crew feel the same as me
How could you ignore something so plain to see
I'm being ig'nant that get on my nerves every minute
What's plain to some is really Burberry printed
Being so real sometimes is a slow kill
We was one squad you broke out like Mike Schofield
I want fillet mignon you want oatmeal
Add up our differences equals up to no meal
No mills yup no deal why you gotta chase shit
To know its no thrills
For real a nigga still beefin with his baby momma (BUT)
Only thing my baby aint a baby no more
Hit her on MySpace maybe she aint shady no more
Sent old girl a message no reply but she read it
Some things are so embedded and our heads is
Looking for O's but get X's, dealing wit ya exes
I was one long line away from the Tetris
She sent me the L that sent me to hell
To the point where I was ignoring my son
I don't see him don't talk to him
I don't greet him don't walk wit him
But I pay for him like hes an object
No matter how right I am in court I can't object
Dear Diary how could she deny me
How she go to bed without her fuckin wit her psyche
Is she wrong using him so I can come back (or)
Or am I wrong for wishing I could get my cum back
Looking for sun all I see is the hail
How I'm gon trust All I see is betrayal
Its like they keep trying more and more to subdue me
And only you understand signed by yours truly
The soundtrack to my life is like CNN first shit
Images like CNN but worse shit
I would down the whole Pinot Gris
But I'd see the Group Home without the Premo beats
And it hurts my soul
I'm a Warrior so though the odds is against a nigga Dirk gon choke
Some people confide in the person that they sleep with
Ive learned theres no such thing as a secret (oh)
I can't describe the feeling I get
You was riding shotgun I was wheeling the whip
Shit I even let you rock out
Being Bill Belichick tapin from the sidelines stealin my shit
But dawg you was like a mini me
Mocked me envied me turns out you was blowin hot air Kenny G
But you was cool accepted you instantly
Not a groupie but you had a few tendencies
And though we share a few memories
A couple wrong turns'll turn a friend to an enemy
See phony people like phony people
Even you could be mistaken if you phone these people
Look when you invite the nerds to the cool table
shit is bound to break up like a pool table Some wack dudes'll start feeling like the shit
And you thinkin its you its really where you sit
Or maybe you was neglected
Cause when you take the front down and strip a nigga naked hes dying to be accepted (oh)
I did that just the way you was
Now you a stranger nothing like the way you was
But uh you not real you not Rachel
You not Worm you not Dill shit you not chill
I thought you had some (?)
fuck the fake shit I'm really feelin that you tryna screw me
And you a lil smarter than the average dude
So it took a nigga just a lil longer to see
They tried to warn me fought with my girl every night about you
shit only hurts cause she was right about you
She run around wanting to shoot you the fair one
I keep telling her chill I don't care none
I got another side I never showed to you
The side where everybody is disposable
See relationships are never a threat
Cause Ill erase the history and act like we never met
Become done giving a fuck and done callin
I got your e-mail I was done way before then (oh)
Dear Diary I don't wanna keep shit inside of me
Id rather just speak to you privately
Maybe its my mood as far as I can see
Theres really no point in having this guy with me
Change from the days of us getting in your truck
Its bigger than one song its bigger than a buck
Its bigger than me bigger than buck
Bigger than voodoo its bigger than luck shit its bigger than us
I always call niggas fools for wanting to learn the hard way (when)
When I'm really the fool for tryna teach'em
When the blinds leading the blind you can't reach'em
If niggas aint as hungry as you then why feed'em
Niggas aint tryna be lead then why lead'em
Having big problems with your dogs why breed'em
Ill keep my part up keep my guard up
Was like Thundercats but changed faster than Cheetara
Just a small part of a larger issue
Sometimes acceptance is so hard to get to
But we all equal no one lower or above me
I love my team just as much as they love me
If not more
If I turn the knob we all going through the door I aint coming back for yall
The whole crew feel the same as me
How could you ignore something so plain to see
I'm being ig'nant that get on my nerves every minute
What's plain to some is really Burberry printed
Being so real sometimes is a slow kill
We was one squad you broke out like Mike Schofield
I want fillet mignon you want oatmeal
Add up our differences equals up to no meal
No mills yup no deal why you gotta chase shit
To know its no thrills
For real a nigga still beefin with his baby momma (BUT)
Only thing my baby aint a baby no more
Hit her on MySpace maybe she aint shady no more
Sent old girl a message no reply but she read it
Some things are so embedded and our heads is
Looking for O's but get X's, dealing wit ya exes
I was one long line away from the Tetris
She sent me the L that sent me to hell
To the point where I was ignoring my son
I don't see him don't talk to him
I don't greet him don't walk wit him
But I pay for him like hes an object
No matter how right I am in court I can't object
Dear Diary how could she deny me
How she go to bed without her fuckin wit her psyche
Is she wrong using him so I can come back (or)
Or am I wrong for wishing I could get my cum back
Looking for sun all I see is the hail
How I'm gon trust All I see is betrayal
Its like they keep trying more and more to subdue me
And only you understand signed by yours truly
Get No Younger Lyrics –Joe Budden (feat. Ezo)
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking - w/ ad libs]
Uh, it's that knock right here
Uh, y'all in that mood yet?
Taha, you need a subo to play this in the car by the way
Let's go
I'm a be quiet, let homeboy say what he gotta say
Get his little shout outs out the way
Goin, goin, gone
[DJ On Point - talking over Intro (echo)]
This joint right here is called Get No Younger
Featuring Ezo
Shout out to The Klasix on the beat
Dave, Mike, I see you
Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3
Let's go
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Now look, I'm in that 550 feelin like Chuck Liddell
Aside from Rampage Jackson it's "fuck the world"
My lean came so mean, (So Fresh and So Clean)
Like a Sunday morning listenin to Joel Osteen
Like my beat down low, I'm rimmed up with the seat back
Boo with the sweet back, I definitely need that
Even if her body make a nigga want eat that
Bitch you don't (Make) a nigga (Better), better see Fab
I know a bird named Amy, love to tea bag
Set you up right for some loosies and a weed bag
Alcoholic, cute face but her weave bad
And she went to the Winehouse straight from the +Rehab+
The recap rappers and they G stacks
Fixated on imaginary ice like freeze tag
I speed past, ease past with my G swag
I'm at a level most niggaz couldn't see past
[Chorus - Ezo]
On my grind, chasin dollars (chasin dollars)
In the fall or the summer (fall or the summer)
Streets are pullin me under (pullin me under)
And I ain't gettin no younger
[DJ On Point - talking over Chorus (echo)]
Shout out to Paree
Jill, Grimstyles
Can't forget Jay, what up?
[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
Whoa, whoa, some say "sky's the limit", still I'm tryin to reach higher
So on my deathbed, I'm figurin how to be fly
I'm talkin above heaven (but)
But talkin about death is me beatin a dead horse and a nigga love "Slevin"
I'm a '80's baby with a '60's mind state, Yankee fitted backwards
Lookin at whippersnappers
Livin young and reckless, never mind who the best is (might as well)
They need to get rid of their style, put it on Craigslist (nigga)
'Cause you ain't crazy, stop it
Even if you was wild like Randy Moss, start feelin Patriotic
How I'm gon' lose with Tom Brady in the pocket?
Beggin dude to come back like the Yankees did "The Rocket"
And just like Clemens did
Reappear to get the most wins it in, damn dickheads is so sensitive
Pussies get hemorrhages, find a way to benefit
Even when it seem the whole World is against the kid
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Whoa, I mean, the burner's in the air (is that what you want?)
Like J. Holiday I'll put you permanently there
It's (Bedtime) niggaz, weapon of mine niggaz, Wesson or nine niggaz
"Minority Report", I'm ahead of your mind niggaz
You wanted to beef, you got twenty with you, I got a hundred with me
Now this is somethin to see (oh)
Boogieman your whole squad, put you under some sheets
In that Dodge Richard Reid had under the sheet
On some Jetsons shit but if the shook type approach me
I'll fill 'em with metal 'til he look like Rosey
Niggaz ain't off the hook like Joey
My feet is up cozy, at the end of my bed
Get on my Puff Daddy (All About The Benjamins) shit
And turn my back on Danja/danger like Timbaland did (ya heard?)
Hoodie over my head, the snub showin
Fuck what the World's come to, where the fuck's it goin?
[Chorus - without ad libs]
[Outro - DJ On Point - talking until the end (echo)]
Shout out to my nigga Trees Bland
Bland Management
Shout out to Phat Gear down in A-T-L
Can't forget Hall of Fame, Coliseum, Jamaica Ave.
Uh, it's that knock right here
Uh, y'all in that mood yet?
Taha, you need a subo to play this in the car by the way
Let's go
I'm a be quiet, let homeboy say what he gotta say
Get his little shout outs out the way
Goin, goin, gone
[DJ On Point - talking over Intro (echo)]
This joint right here is called Get No Younger
Featuring Ezo
Shout out to The Klasix on the beat
Dave, Mike, I see you
Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3
Let's go
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Now look, I'm in that 550 feelin like Chuck Liddell
Aside from Rampage Jackson it's "fuck the world"
My lean came so mean, (So Fresh and So Clean)
Like a Sunday morning listenin to Joel Osteen
Like my beat down low, I'm rimmed up with the seat back
Boo with the sweet back, I definitely need that
Even if her body make a nigga want eat that
Bitch you don't (Make) a nigga (Better), better see Fab
I know a bird named Amy, love to tea bag
Set you up right for some loosies and a weed bag
Alcoholic, cute face but her weave bad
And she went to the Winehouse straight from the +Rehab+
The recap rappers and they G stacks
Fixated on imaginary ice like freeze tag
I speed past, ease past with my G swag
I'm at a level most niggaz couldn't see past
[Chorus - Ezo]
On my grind, chasin dollars (chasin dollars)
In the fall or the summer (fall or the summer)
Streets are pullin me under (pullin me under)
And I ain't gettin no younger
[DJ On Point - talking over Chorus (echo)]
Shout out to Paree
Jill, Grimstyles
Can't forget Jay, what up?
[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
Whoa, whoa, some say "sky's the limit", still I'm tryin to reach higher
So on my deathbed, I'm figurin how to be fly
I'm talkin above heaven (but)
But talkin about death is me beatin a dead horse and a nigga love "Slevin"
I'm a '80's baby with a '60's mind state, Yankee fitted backwards
Lookin at whippersnappers
Livin young and reckless, never mind who the best is (might as well)
They need to get rid of their style, put it on Craigslist (nigga)
'Cause you ain't crazy, stop it
Even if you was wild like Randy Moss, start feelin Patriotic
How I'm gon' lose with Tom Brady in the pocket?
Beggin dude to come back like the Yankees did "The Rocket"
And just like Clemens did
Reappear to get the most wins it in, damn dickheads is so sensitive
Pussies get hemorrhages, find a way to benefit
Even when it seem the whole World is against the kid
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Whoa, I mean, the burner's in the air (is that what you want?)
Like J. Holiday I'll put you permanently there
It's (Bedtime) niggaz, weapon of mine niggaz, Wesson or nine niggaz
"Minority Report", I'm ahead of your mind niggaz
You wanted to beef, you got twenty with you, I got a hundred with me
Now this is somethin to see (oh)
Boogieman your whole squad, put you under some sheets
In that Dodge Richard Reid had under the sheet
On some Jetsons shit but if the shook type approach me
I'll fill 'em with metal 'til he look like Rosey
Niggaz ain't off the hook like Joey
My feet is up cozy, at the end of my bed
Get on my Puff Daddy (All About The Benjamins) shit
And turn my back on Danja/danger like Timbaland did (ya heard?)
Hoodie over my head, the snub showin
Fuck what the World's come to, where the fuck's it goin?
[Chorus - without ad libs]
[Outro - DJ On Point - talking until the end (echo)]
Shout out to my nigga Trees Bland
Bland Management
Shout out to Phat Gear down in A-T-L
Can't forget Hall of Fame, Coliseum, Jamaica Ave.
Star Inside Of Me Lyrics –Joe Budden (feat. Suzy Q)
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking (Suzy Q)]
(A staaaarrr)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
One two, one two
(Is inside of meeeee)
One two, one two
Uh, uh, uh
Nod ya head, if you want clap ya hands to it
It's just music, you feel like it dance to it
Uh, uh, come on
[DJ On Point - talking over Intro (echo)]
Name of this record right here is called Star Inside
Shout to Dub B on the beat
Let's go
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
If you feel like I feel it's all love, what up?
Now throw ya motherfuckin fingers in the air, (oh), yeah
Mr. On Fact, here to do it like on fact, this ain't about rap
If you ain't come to feel good, we gonna do it without you
Too low, turn the music louder, yeah
Turn the music loud in here
You understand that what y'all about to hear
Feelin myself, homie what?
See I'm a leader, won't show me up
Nah, see they won't slow me down, won't slow me up
Sky's the limit, 'til I die and I'm in it
But that's not the case tonight
Pop a case tonight
Like whatever you want do, it's okay tonight
See 'cause all of that salt we gon' shake tonight
Now bring the break aight
[Chorus - Suzy Q - w/ ad libs]
I'm just tryin to be me
'Cause there's only one me
Strip away materials and seriously
These things don't make me
Nothin can break me
I shine because a star is inside of me
[Verse 2 - Joe Budden (Suzy Q)]
I write Mood Muzik, know a lot of you ain't used to
Jot my life on wax, I'm puttin you through it
No lies, it's all truth to it
Do the music 'cause it's (inside of me) (okay)
Fans wanted the real, I went and gave it to 'em
I'm not a street nigga, nah just relate to 'em
I just relay through 'em
Show the way to 'em, never fake to 'em, that ain't (inside of me) (hold up)
Don't be afraid, show the World who you are
Go and show the World you a star (you could)
Reach to the stars, go ahead show the World that it's ours
And then the World'll know that it's (inside of me)
40 acres and a mule to, 40 K's on the Mueller
See I'm just thinkin of ways to get my dudes up
They use to say we was losers
I beg to differ, that ain't me, now
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Break - Suzy Q - talking]
Give it to 'em Joe
Give it to 'em Joe
Give it to 'em Joe
(You got it)
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden (Suzy Q)]
They say if you don't stand for nothin, you'll fall for anything
'Cause of that there, I see the whole game on the ground
Watchin what works, we all chasin a hit
Instead of takin a risk, so we changin our sound now
Now we all chase jewels, big trucks and income
All that and then some, chase whatever trend come (but)
At least 'til the trend's done (but)
But that don't change within none (yeah)
And I'm not sayin to not have a Benz son
Rings that shiny, whatever things' timely
Those things help to unwind me (but)
But naw those things don't help define me
Aim at the basics, aim you can make it
'Cause even when the whole game seems tainted
I'm a star without the chains and the bracelets
'Cause that fly shit is (inside of me)
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Outro - Suzy Q - singing]
A glow is comin from my heart
Open yours and find a star
(Hey!) ...
(Hey!)
[DJ On Point - talking over the end of the Outro (echo)]
Shout to my nigga NYCEO
Mixtapehype.com
Can't forget my nigga D.C., Central Station
Out in Long Island
DJ On Point, Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3
(A staaaarrr)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
One two, one two
(Is inside of meeeee)
One two, one two
Uh, uh, uh
Nod ya head, if you want clap ya hands to it
It's just music, you feel like it dance to it
Uh, uh, come on
[DJ On Point - talking over Intro (echo)]
Name of this record right here is called Star Inside
Shout to Dub B on the beat
Let's go
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
If you feel like I feel it's all love, what up?
Now throw ya motherfuckin fingers in the air, (oh), yeah
Mr. On Fact, here to do it like on fact, this ain't about rap
If you ain't come to feel good, we gonna do it without you
Too low, turn the music louder, yeah
Turn the music loud in here
You understand that what y'all about to hear
Feelin myself, homie what?
See I'm a leader, won't show me up
Nah, see they won't slow me down, won't slow me up
Sky's the limit, 'til I die and I'm in it
But that's not the case tonight
Pop a case tonight
Like whatever you want do, it's okay tonight
See 'cause all of that salt we gon' shake tonight
Now bring the break aight
[Chorus - Suzy Q - w/ ad libs]
I'm just tryin to be me
'Cause there's only one me
Strip away materials and seriously
These things don't make me
Nothin can break me
I shine because a star is inside of me
[Verse 2 - Joe Budden (Suzy Q)]
I write Mood Muzik, know a lot of you ain't used to
Jot my life on wax, I'm puttin you through it
No lies, it's all truth to it
Do the music 'cause it's (inside of me) (okay)
Fans wanted the real, I went and gave it to 'em
I'm not a street nigga, nah just relate to 'em
I just relay through 'em
Show the way to 'em, never fake to 'em, that ain't (inside of me) (hold up)
Don't be afraid, show the World who you are
Go and show the World you a star (you could)
Reach to the stars, go ahead show the World that it's ours
And then the World'll know that it's (inside of me)
40 acres and a mule to, 40 K's on the Mueller
See I'm just thinkin of ways to get my dudes up
They use to say we was losers
I beg to differ, that ain't me, now
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Break - Suzy Q - talking]
Give it to 'em Joe
Give it to 'em Joe
Give it to 'em Joe
(You got it)
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden (Suzy Q)]
They say if you don't stand for nothin, you'll fall for anything
'Cause of that there, I see the whole game on the ground
Watchin what works, we all chasin a hit
Instead of takin a risk, so we changin our sound now
Now we all chase jewels, big trucks and income
All that and then some, chase whatever trend come (but)
At least 'til the trend's done (but)
But that don't change within none (yeah)
And I'm not sayin to not have a Benz son
Rings that shiny, whatever things' timely
Those things help to unwind me (but)
But naw those things don't help define me
Aim at the basics, aim you can make it
'Cause even when the whole game seems tainted
I'm a star without the chains and the bracelets
'Cause that fly shit is (inside of me)
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Outro - Suzy Q - singing]
A glow is comin from my heart
Open yours and find a star
(Hey!) ...
(Hey!)
[DJ On Point - talking over the end of the Outro (echo)]
Shout to my nigga NYCEO
Mixtapehype.com
Can't forget my nigga D.C., Central Station
Out in Long Island
DJ On Point, Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3
Killa BH Skit Lyrics –Joe Budden
[Killa BH:]
It's...
It's...
It's what (oooo)
It's that Killa BH muuusic,
(Nahh son, nahh, ain't NO way this mixtape going down with out me baby,
it's ya boy Killa BH baby, yeaa son, I got that new crack, you wanna hear it? here it goes...)
Brandon's name ring bells from coast to coast,
Chicks dig me, cause my skin 's the color of toast,
You can come around my way, see me on the block,
My pant leg 's rolled up, with some yellow tube socks,
You see my L.A. gears, you see my Voltron shirt,
You feel the pen, you turn blue like the cartoon smurf,
You better make sure ya geico paid, Killa BH heat up like a mothafuckin MICROWAVE, WOOOOOOoooooo!,
It's over, it's a wrap baby, no one's stopping me baby,
I'm goin' to tha top, Atlantic Records, Sony Records,..
ButterFly Records,.. I don't care where it is baby, sprinkle fairy dust on it, it's a wrap...
Are you in those shoes yet? !
It's...
It's...
It's what (oooo)
It's that Killa BH muuusic,
(Nahh son, nahh, ain't NO way this mixtape going down with out me baby,
it's ya boy Killa BH baby, yeaa son, I got that new crack, you wanna hear it? here it goes...)
Brandon's name ring bells from coast to coast,
Chicks dig me, cause my skin 's the color of toast,
You can come around my way, see me on the block,
My pant leg 's rolled up, with some yellow tube socks,
You see my L.A. gears, you see my Voltron shirt,
You feel the pen, you turn blue like the cartoon smurf,
You better make sure ya geico paid, Killa BH heat up like a mothafuckin MICROWAVE, WOOOOOOoooooo!,
It's over, it's a wrap baby, no one's stopping me baby,
I'm goin' to tha top, Atlantic Records, Sony Records,..
ButterFly Records,.. I don't care where it is baby, sprinkle fairy dust on it, it's a wrap...
Are you in those shoes yet? !
Send Him Our Love Lyrics –Joe Budden
[Intro - Stack Bundles - w/ ad libs]
Listen, if you listen to this it's evidence you tryin to figure out if I'm dude (word, uh huh)
Or maybe somebody told you I'm that dude (word, uh huh)
Or maybe you one of the few that disagree with me
And got your own views about who's really that dude
Well (uh huh), the South movement got ten months left (ten months left)
And come Valentine's Day the game will merge to the West (uh huh)
And I feel it's absurd that the East is the sellin the less (uh huh)
Screamin 'New York. New York', the pioneers supposed to be the best (uh huh)
You blame it on the vets for our current state of the game (uh huh)
They won't retire, so the generation just remain the same (uh huh)
A bunch of oppurtunists that was givin oppurtunity (uh huh)
To make a difference in music but gave no oppurtunity (uh huh)
Nothin new or fresh, it's just the same ass sound (uh huh)
Same old producers, with the same ass sound (uh huh)
Up and comin artists got identity crisis (uh huh)
Cause whenever you you, the labels turn you away (uh huh)
But when you me you think of a way
To cast the criticism aside get on a track, say what the fuck you wanna say (uh huh)
The radio's goin to play, whatever the listeners say they should
And not what the listeners say they should (uh huh), indeeed they should
Indeed I should, SMACK a few niggaz like Suge! (uh huh)
But then there they'll blackball me
And that's a long story (uh huh), no crossover so I wrote the (Crossover)
But if the album sell out, I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep askin 'when's the album goin to come out?'
Ask your local execs, I'm out
[DJ On Point - talking (echo)]
We call this one Send Him Our Love
Rest in peace to Stack Bundles
[Chorus 1 - Sample from "Send Her My Love" by Journey]
I still recall
A sad cafe
How it hurt so bad to see her cry
I didn't want to say goodbye
[Joe Budden - talking behind the Chorus]
Uh
I know you up there doin it big
(DJ ON POINT)
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Look, what up Ray? Was speechless, I ain't know what to say
Got the call like at 8 AM, with Nate sayin (what?)
You had passed away, I'm like why niggaz stay playin?
Your myspace page playin, it started my day achin (OH!)
It hit me like a tumor, felt like it was too soon to
Thought it was a rumor, until it wasn't a rumor
Can't believe that it's over (what?)
But if God called you, I ain't even mad at him, he must of needed a soldier (yeah)
I was like your mentor, you was like my friend, nah
When I seen you, I would treat you like my kin and more (yo)
We used to scream 'fuck these niggaz!' like Tim Dog (fuck these niggaz, like Tim Dog)
You was the only rap nigga (only rap nigga), I would fend for (oh)
Was fiendin for beats, stuck between your dream and the streets
You just wanted to be seen as elite
Cause you loved Far Rock like I love Jersey, so I feel ya (what?)
But love somethin too much, guarantee it'll kill ya
For real a (OH!)
[Chorus 2 - Sample from "Send Her My Love" by Journey]
Send him my love, memories remain
Send him my love
Roses never fade
Send him my love, memories remain
Send him my, send him my love
[Joe Budden - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs]
Know what I mean?
I remember we was in the studio doin
Doin (You Know What'll Happen) (you know what'll happen)
It was me, you and Cau
You told me to keep my verses sixteen
I said 'you know I can't do that!'
I went ahead and gave 'em mad bars, you was mad as fuck
You went and tried to stretch your shit out, I wasn't havin it though nigga
(It, it's that On Top Music!)
[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
Look, Riot Squad keep your head up (oh!)
Remember we would diss each other on tracks, laugh about it when we met up
I'm lookin in your casket, prayin a nigga get up (prayin a nigga get up)
For a minute, I couldn't help but think that you was set up (dog)
No matter who you are, you got to answer when the Lord callin (Lord callin)
I told you go and fuck with Jimmy, that's before (Ballin) (before (Ballin))
Go get your cash right, hard to slow down livin the fast life
I just heard you on Flex show last night (congratulations)
Like was it old beef or was you gettin stuck up?
A line outside your funeral, Ran was really fucked up (Ran was really fucked up)
And I was too but the difference is (but the difference is)
I was more in awe at the ignorant value of life that livin gets (I talked to 'em)
Pulled the burner on you, but you fought that dude (OH!)
I read the paper, it said the pigs caught that dude (like yesterday)
It's sad another black man, taken by a black hand
Wish your last night in the club, we could have saved your last dance
God damn!
[Chorus 2]
[Joe Budden - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs]
I remember like
I remember we was in Cancun
That was my first time out there in Cancun
Me and you was rollin together
You talkin about 'where the bitches, where the bitches, where the bitches at?'
Like nigga I don't know, you supposed to be "The Gorgeous Gangster"
Don't ask me nothin, I don't speak no Spanish
I love you nigga
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
I know the kids really need you (dog)
I keep tellin 'em, Pac wanted to sign you (or) and Big wanted to see you (or)
Pun wanted to cypher (or)
L wanted you to bring some of that good kush up and get a little higher (oh)
Go and help Jam Master J get the crowd hyper (or)
Or maybe Freaky Tah switched up and needed a rider (or)
Maybe Aaliyah single up there and need a rider
Know you and Rick James would set the studio on fire (fire!)
You in a better place up there at the pearly gates
You could be "The Gorgeous Gangster" and niggaz won't hate (niggaz won't hate)
Some niggaz tapped the bottle, pour out a little Hennessy
I'm in the clouds, screamin "Squad Up" in your memory (oh)
[Chorus 2]
[Outro - Joe Budden - talking behind Chorus]
I remember when you called me that day, I think you was in Far Rock
And you had some bitch in your car and your car broke down
And you called me talkin about
'Do I got AAA and shit?'
I'm like 'nah, but at least that answer your question'
And you like 'what question?'
I'm like 'well, I just heard a song of your's
talkin about you wanted to know why she won't stay with you
And she want go ride with a G'
Haha, I love you nigga
Uh, and rest in peace
Listen, if you listen to this it's evidence you tryin to figure out if I'm dude (word, uh huh)
Or maybe somebody told you I'm that dude (word, uh huh)
Or maybe you one of the few that disagree with me
And got your own views about who's really that dude
Well (uh huh), the South movement got ten months left (ten months left)
And come Valentine's Day the game will merge to the West (uh huh)
And I feel it's absurd that the East is the sellin the less (uh huh)
Screamin 'New York. New York', the pioneers supposed to be the best (uh huh)
You blame it on the vets for our current state of the game (uh huh)
They won't retire, so the generation just remain the same (uh huh)
A bunch of oppurtunists that was givin oppurtunity (uh huh)
To make a difference in music but gave no oppurtunity (uh huh)
Nothin new or fresh, it's just the same ass sound (uh huh)
Same old producers, with the same ass sound (uh huh)
Up and comin artists got identity crisis (uh huh)
Cause whenever you you, the labels turn you away (uh huh)
But when you me you think of a way
To cast the criticism aside get on a track, say what the fuck you wanna say (uh huh)
The radio's goin to play, whatever the listeners say they should
And not what the listeners say they should (uh huh), indeeed they should
Indeed I should, SMACK a few niggaz like Suge! (uh huh)
But then there they'll blackball me
And that's a long story (uh huh), no crossover so I wrote the (Crossover)
But if the album sell out, I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep askin 'when's the album goin to come out?'
Ask your local execs, I'm out
[DJ On Point - talking (echo)]
We call this one Send Him Our Love
Rest in peace to Stack Bundles
[Chorus 1 - Sample from "Send Her My Love" by Journey]
I still recall
A sad cafe
How it hurt so bad to see her cry
I didn't want to say goodbye
[Joe Budden - talking behind the Chorus]
Uh
I know you up there doin it big
(DJ ON POINT)
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Look, what up Ray? Was speechless, I ain't know what to say
Got the call like at 8 AM, with Nate sayin (what?)
You had passed away, I'm like why niggaz stay playin?
Your myspace page playin, it started my day achin (OH!)
It hit me like a tumor, felt like it was too soon to
Thought it was a rumor, until it wasn't a rumor
Can't believe that it's over (what?)
But if God called you, I ain't even mad at him, he must of needed a soldier (yeah)
I was like your mentor, you was like my friend, nah
When I seen you, I would treat you like my kin and more (yo)
We used to scream 'fuck these niggaz!' like Tim Dog (fuck these niggaz, like Tim Dog)
You was the only rap nigga (only rap nigga), I would fend for (oh)
Was fiendin for beats, stuck between your dream and the streets
You just wanted to be seen as elite
Cause you loved Far Rock like I love Jersey, so I feel ya (what?)
But love somethin too much, guarantee it'll kill ya
For real a (OH!)
[Chorus 2 - Sample from "Send Her My Love" by Journey]
Send him my love, memories remain
Send him my love
Roses never fade
Send him my love, memories remain
Send him my, send him my love
[Joe Budden - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs]
Know what I mean?
I remember we was in the studio doin
Doin (You Know What'll Happen) (you know what'll happen)
It was me, you and Cau
You told me to keep my verses sixteen
I said 'you know I can't do that!'
I went ahead and gave 'em mad bars, you was mad as fuck
You went and tried to stretch your shit out, I wasn't havin it though nigga
(It, it's that On Top Music!)
[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
Look, Riot Squad keep your head up (oh!)
Remember we would diss each other on tracks, laugh about it when we met up
I'm lookin in your casket, prayin a nigga get up (prayin a nigga get up)
For a minute, I couldn't help but think that you was set up (dog)
No matter who you are, you got to answer when the Lord callin (Lord callin)
I told you go and fuck with Jimmy, that's before (Ballin) (before (Ballin))
Go get your cash right, hard to slow down livin the fast life
I just heard you on Flex show last night (congratulations)
Like was it old beef or was you gettin stuck up?
A line outside your funeral, Ran was really fucked up (Ran was really fucked up)
And I was too but the difference is (but the difference is)
I was more in awe at the ignorant value of life that livin gets (I talked to 'em)
Pulled the burner on you, but you fought that dude (OH!)
I read the paper, it said the pigs caught that dude (like yesterday)
It's sad another black man, taken by a black hand
Wish your last night in the club, we could have saved your last dance
God damn!
[Chorus 2]
[Joe Budden - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs]
I remember like
I remember we was in Cancun
That was my first time out there in Cancun
Me and you was rollin together
You talkin about 'where the bitches, where the bitches, where the bitches at?'
Like nigga I don't know, you supposed to be "The Gorgeous Gangster"
Don't ask me nothin, I don't speak no Spanish
I love you nigga
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
I know the kids really need you (dog)
I keep tellin 'em, Pac wanted to sign you (or) and Big wanted to see you (or)
Pun wanted to cypher (or)
L wanted you to bring some of that good kush up and get a little higher (oh)
Go and help Jam Master J get the crowd hyper (or)
Or maybe Freaky Tah switched up and needed a rider (or)
Maybe Aaliyah single up there and need a rider
Know you and Rick James would set the studio on fire (fire!)
You in a better place up there at the pearly gates
You could be "The Gorgeous Gangster" and niggaz won't hate (niggaz won't hate)
Some niggaz tapped the bottle, pour out a little Hennessy
I'm in the clouds, screamin "Squad Up" in your memory (oh)
[Chorus 2]
[Outro - Joe Budden - talking behind Chorus]
I remember when you called me that day, I think you was in Far Rock
And you had some bitch in your car and your car broke down
And you called me talkin about
'Do I got AAA and shit?'
I'm like 'nah, but at least that answer your question'
And you like 'what question?'
I'm like 'well, I just heard a song of your's
talkin about you wanted to know why she won't stay with you
And she want go ride with a G'
Haha, I love you nigga
Uh, and rest in peace
Family Reunion Lyrics –Joe Budden (feat. Ransom, Hitchcock, Fabolous)
[Intro - Killa BH - talking]
Uh oh!
It's that time again
It's been too long
It's family reunion
We got to school y'all to the game (IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
You know what let's talk to 'em (HUH?)
Let's go (IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
[Joe Budden - talking behind Killa BH]
Uh
Mic check, mic check
Check, one two, one two
[DJ On Point - talking]
Y'all already know what time it is (y'all already know what time it is)
Family reunion (family reunion)
Ransom (Ransom), Hitchcock (Hitchcock), Fab (Fab), let's go
[Joe Budden - talking behind DJ On Point]
The wolves is out niggaz, uh
Get 'em boy
[Verse 1 - Ransom]
Ain't nobody tryin to rap or play me
I'll be at they crib with a couple hammers and a black old AV
Black gonna pay me, still get the smack off Baisley
Cause I'm touchin more diesel than Shaq old lady
Boy, you did it, I done it, I get it, I punish
The shit that I come with'll separate a riff from a stomach
I'm the boss, when I spit it, you love it
Matter fact, I'm a Viking, I need a whole village to plumage
Yeah, the nigga is here, the city is scared
You got the throne? Then I think I need to sit in your chair
We could really get physical here
And the sky's the limit nigga, I put your whole clique in the air
Baby, so quit playin, 'fore the clips spray 'em
And have his MIA like Nick Saban
His whole shit caved in, my whole clique cavemen
Hard bodied nigga, my whole shit pavement
You can't spit if you dead in the ground
In the woods, where your head'll be found
And it's good that you gettin it now, in the precinct confessin it now
I can't fuck with the rest of you clowns, faggot
[Verse 2 - Hitchcock]
High in the silence before the storm
Lincoln Park, the Audubon
Slang rock on the same block that the water on
I be more than gone, run and get your order form
Next time I record a song, gon' put my daughter on
Cause she realer than most niggaz
I tote triggers, for you broke niggaz and gold diggers with no figures
That why I palm the heater, for all you non-believers
I'm on your ass like white on Rice, I'm Condoleezza
Better con the preacher, you tryin to get on a feature
Better get your casket bastard (why?), I'm gon' eat ya
We ain't in the same weight class
Your fake ass, couldn't stop a nigga with brake pads
I'm way past, anything that you ever did
I'm better kid and we never sweat a bid
It's easy to get a cig
In the bing, I'm like Ving Rhames, I bring pain
I sling 'caine off the wing like I'm King James
Y'all doubtin who?
When I spit the whole lead, they be callin Code Red, like Mountain Dew
'Fore I count to two, you could get your back blown (OH!)
Cause your chemic's out of minutes like a TracFone (NIGGA!)
Get back homes, I'm back on my shit
I don't mingle, I'm like Pringles, stackin my chips
Clappin my fifth, you the 'test me type'
Comin out with a "Blade" to get Wesley Snipes
So the cops could arrest me, right? It's not happenin
You ain't ever gonna get on, so stop rappin
(H20) comin this summer, so stop askin
All heat like Wall Street, it stop crashin
Now the Feds want to read his rights
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ, I got passion
I'm black and all my niggaz gettin this 'feti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags and (what? OH!)
[Chorus - Joe Budden - w/ ad libs]
So whatever you tryin to do little niggaz (niggaz), I already done (done)
And since you want to live by it little nigga (nigga), then die by the gun (gun)
See whatever you tryin to do little nigga, I've already done (done)
So how the fuck you gon' win little nigga (nigga), I've already won (won)
[Verse 3 - Fabolous]
Like we always do it, d-d-damn
Yes (yes), let's go (yes), uh huh
Aiyyo, money is the root of all evil I thought
But when I'm broke is usually when I have the evilest thoughts
That's when the arms come out, like sleeves when it's short
With more bullets than your favorite wide receiver has caught
And that Randy Mossberg, ya Steve Smith & Wesson ya
The shoes pop up like Instant Messenger
You've got mail, naw nigga you got shells
And my Mac, you can't use for iChat
I've got that, confused that with live flat
And my gat is on leg like thigh tat
I that nigga, who you dudes
Some broke niggaz who tryin to get some youtube views
So 'less you want a point blank, boy you're too close
Bail's in pocket, this is Lawyer Lou Los
I'm pretty sure more hotties seen me in that four door ridey
Double pipes like a sawed off shotty, nigga
(IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
[Verse 4 - Joe Budden]
I flow sickly, ridin, bumpin old Biggie
Roll with me or lose weight, Nicole Richie
Fuck plat, if I don't reach diamond vein
I treat a nigga's face like the old Simon game
Figured out why men try us
Cause we OD on rims and then tires, for that we Len Bias
All it takes is a punch
He ain't brave, he a punk
I'll put his family in boxes, meet the Brady Bunch
How y'all feel yourselves?
Should kill yourselves, us Cowboys don't need you, you Bill Parcells
And you ain't got to empty your pockets when the K's out
Whatever you holdin is mine, we my PayPal
See I don't get how this guy is a threat
I make his life inept for a pie to the neck
Ride or die, if you both nigga, ride to the death
I a cappella the whole left side of his vest
Not retirin, still got that pension pendin
Tryin to pop the hood and see the engine missin
Double barrelled shotgun, have your men get missin
She got pretty brown eyes and she in mint condition
Oh the cig in the car, you diss en moi
Take the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit
Tell a bird like it is, you promise the broad
I one line her (you), you Isiah Thomas the broad
I could send a clique cartridge at a nemesis target
And catch a ROR on some Jena 6 charges (naw)
Naw, I'll put this thing away
I don't even need a whole hairdo to flip 'em, all it take is one finger wave
Been in the bing for days, show you how I'm real
Come home to the truck with the Optimus Prime grill
Handed out crack, got the scene poppin off
They not sleepin on 'em, the fiends is noddin off
For real, tell me how you a thug and you Superman? (nigga)
I just seen you in the club doin the Superman (nigga)
A bunch of clowns homes
All I need in this world is the pound chrome, Huxtable brown stone
Major paper (I mean), cake by the layers
If these dudes is live, I'm the Creative Player
They callin 'em 'Kings' when they so so hot
Something's wrong with that picture, must be Photoshop
I don't promote violence, but when sparkin the flame - BLAM
Arms start wavin like the Carlton Banks dance
When them tools go pop, it move whole blocks
Come around with your dog and get Cooljo shot
These MC's is lame, I try to be an MC with brains
These niggaz is MC Brains
Bein nice, rappers is far from bein nice
I'm on the rooftop recordin, niggaz is bein sniped
It's like
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Outro - DJ On Point - talking - w/ Killa BH ad libs in background]
Shout to the whole BSC (whole BSC)
Shout to my nigga Dru Cartier
SlimeBugz, DJ Sunkiss
The Don (The Don), Dre Bless (Dre Bless)
DJ Baby Dru (DJ Baby Dru)
My nigga Freeze
Uh oh!
It's that time again
It's been too long
It's family reunion
We got to school y'all to the game (IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
You know what let's talk to 'em (HUH?)
Let's go (IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
[Joe Budden - talking behind Killa BH]
Uh
Mic check, mic check
Check, one two, one two
[DJ On Point - talking]
Y'all already know what time it is (y'all already know what time it is)
Family reunion (family reunion)
Ransom (Ransom), Hitchcock (Hitchcock), Fab (Fab), let's go
[Joe Budden - talking behind DJ On Point]
The wolves is out niggaz, uh
Get 'em boy
[Verse 1 - Ransom]
Ain't nobody tryin to rap or play me
I'll be at they crib with a couple hammers and a black old AV
Black gonna pay me, still get the smack off Baisley
Cause I'm touchin more diesel than Shaq old lady
Boy, you did it, I done it, I get it, I punish
The shit that I come with'll separate a riff from a stomach
I'm the boss, when I spit it, you love it
Matter fact, I'm a Viking, I need a whole village to plumage
Yeah, the nigga is here, the city is scared
You got the throne? Then I think I need to sit in your chair
We could really get physical here
And the sky's the limit nigga, I put your whole clique in the air
Baby, so quit playin, 'fore the clips spray 'em
And have his MIA like Nick Saban
His whole shit caved in, my whole clique cavemen
Hard bodied nigga, my whole shit pavement
You can't spit if you dead in the ground
In the woods, where your head'll be found
And it's good that you gettin it now, in the precinct confessin it now
I can't fuck with the rest of you clowns, faggot
[Verse 2 - Hitchcock]
High in the silence before the storm
Lincoln Park, the Audubon
Slang rock on the same block that the water on
I be more than gone, run and get your order form
Next time I record a song, gon' put my daughter on
Cause she realer than most niggaz
I tote triggers, for you broke niggaz and gold diggers with no figures
That why I palm the heater, for all you non-believers
I'm on your ass like white on Rice, I'm Condoleezza
Better con the preacher, you tryin to get on a feature
Better get your casket bastard (why?), I'm gon' eat ya
We ain't in the same weight class
Your fake ass, couldn't stop a nigga with brake pads
I'm way past, anything that you ever did
I'm better kid and we never sweat a bid
It's easy to get a cig
In the bing, I'm like Ving Rhames, I bring pain
I sling 'caine off the wing like I'm King James
Y'all doubtin who?
When I spit the whole lead, they be callin Code Red, like Mountain Dew
'Fore I count to two, you could get your back blown (OH!)
Cause your chemic's out of minutes like a TracFone (NIGGA!)
Get back homes, I'm back on my shit
I don't mingle, I'm like Pringles, stackin my chips
Clappin my fifth, you the 'test me type'
Comin out with a "Blade" to get Wesley Snipes
So the cops could arrest me, right? It's not happenin
You ain't ever gonna get on, so stop rappin
(H20) comin this summer, so stop askin
All heat like Wall Street, it stop crashin
Now the Feds want to read his rights
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ, I got passion
I'm black and all my niggaz gettin this 'feti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags and (what? OH!)
[Chorus - Joe Budden - w/ ad libs]
So whatever you tryin to do little niggaz (niggaz), I already done (done)
And since you want to live by it little nigga (nigga), then die by the gun (gun)
See whatever you tryin to do little nigga, I've already done (done)
So how the fuck you gon' win little nigga (nigga), I've already won (won)
[Verse 3 - Fabolous]
Like we always do it, d-d-damn
Yes (yes), let's go (yes), uh huh
Aiyyo, money is the root of all evil I thought
But when I'm broke is usually when I have the evilest thoughts
That's when the arms come out, like sleeves when it's short
With more bullets than your favorite wide receiver has caught
And that Randy Mossberg, ya Steve Smith & Wesson ya
The shoes pop up like Instant Messenger
You've got mail, naw nigga you got shells
And my Mac, you can't use for iChat
I've got that, confused that with live flat
And my gat is on leg like thigh tat
I that nigga, who you dudes
Some broke niggaz who tryin to get some youtube views
So 'less you want a point blank, boy you're too close
Bail's in pocket, this is Lawyer Lou Los
I'm pretty sure more hotties seen me in that four door ridey
Double pipes like a sawed off shotty, nigga
(IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
[Verse 4 - Joe Budden]
I flow sickly, ridin, bumpin old Biggie
Roll with me or lose weight, Nicole Richie
Fuck plat, if I don't reach diamond vein
I treat a nigga's face like the old Simon game
Figured out why men try us
Cause we OD on rims and then tires, for that we Len Bias
All it takes is a punch
He ain't brave, he a punk
I'll put his family in boxes, meet the Brady Bunch
How y'all feel yourselves?
Should kill yourselves, us Cowboys don't need you, you Bill Parcells
And you ain't got to empty your pockets when the K's out
Whatever you holdin is mine, we my PayPal
See I don't get how this guy is a threat
I make his life inept for a pie to the neck
Ride or die, if you both nigga, ride to the death
I a cappella the whole left side of his vest
Not retirin, still got that pension pendin
Tryin to pop the hood and see the engine missin
Double barrelled shotgun, have your men get missin
She got pretty brown eyes and she in mint condition
Oh the cig in the car, you diss en moi
Take the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit
Tell a bird like it is, you promise the broad
I one line her (you), you Isiah Thomas the broad
I could send a clique cartridge at a nemesis target
And catch a ROR on some Jena 6 charges (naw)
Naw, I'll put this thing away
I don't even need a whole hairdo to flip 'em, all it take is one finger wave
Been in the bing for days, show you how I'm real
Come home to the truck with the Optimus Prime grill
Handed out crack, got the scene poppin off
They not sleepin on 'em, the fiends is noddin off
For real, tell me how you a thug and you Superman? (nigga)
I just seen you in the club doin the Superman (nigga)
A bunch of clowns homes
All I need in this world is the pound chrome, Huxtable brown stone
Major paper (I mean), cake by the layers
If these dudes is live, I'm the Creative Player
They callin 'em 'Kings' when they so so hot
Something's wrong with that picture, must be Photoshop
I don't promote violence, but when sparkin the flame - BLAM
Arms start wavin like the Carlton Banks dance
When them tools go pop, it move whole blocks
Come around with your dog and get Cooljo shot
These MC's is lame, I try to be an MC with brains
These niggaz is MC Brains
Bein nice, rappers is far from bein nice
I'm on the rooftop recordin, niggaz is bein sniped
It's like
[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
[Outro - DJ On Point - talking - w/ Killa BH ad libs in background]
Shout to the whole BSC (whole BSC)
Shout to my nigga Dru Cartier
SlimeBugz, DJ Sunkiss
The Don (The Don), Dre Bless (Dre Bless)
DJ Baby Dru (DJ Baby Dru)
My nigga Freeze
5th Gear Lyrics –Joe Budden
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
Mic check, mic check
Mic check, mic check
Ah, yeah
Y'all know who it is, taha
Oh!
Uh, Uh, uh, uh
It's, it's, it's that On Top Music!
[DJ On Point - talking over Intro (echo)]
Let's keep this shit goin
We call this one 5th Gear
Shout to whole Play Big Entertainment
Crystal, Curtis, I see you
DJ On Point, Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Look, come and cruise with me
I'm good in any hood, no matter who's with me
My mind on (Gettin Money), bumpin new 50
Or my mind was off music, 'til Clue hit me
And told me keep it on the booth strictly (oh!)
So I step in, watchin my surroundings and my settings
Then I let the Percocet set in
Rough year, lost five of my homeboys
I ain't worried 'bout it, y'all alive (y'all alive), just home boy
I feel like I'm the last real nigga left (or)
Maybe all the real niggaz just left (come on)
We growin extinct, we like dinosaurs
There's only a few exceptions, so minus y'all (uh)
The greatest rapper alive (uh), is wearin suits and ties (uh)
So you got a bunch of whack niggas sayin they him
Used to be if you strive for somethin you could achieve it
Now just say shit, these niggaz'll believe it (AH!)
I'm done screamin out "Jump Off rules!"
Lost my girl, broke all of my Jump Off rules
Kept fuckin the side chick, so a nigga lied more
Picked her up in the woman's car, that I ride for her
Creepin, I would hide more (oh)
Got confused as to who I'm 'sposed to fight for (oh)
I can't even blame the jump, it was my fault (why?)
'Cause I gave her the gun and she killed the only bitch I would die for (AH!)
So the noise is called for
When you goin through T's type of Pain dog, ya voice gets altered (OH!)
Know it's hard to stay calm, gonna need State Farm
When you fuckin with a con no, not Akon (let's go!)
I'm high off life, a walkin napalm
Fastballs comin at 'em from a Dice-K arm (from a Dice-K arm)
Ridin suspended L
No wonder I'm on fire, I already been through Hell
So, when the the World's against you well
Naw, I never snitch but I'll let the pencil tell
I suffer from wrong thinkin (so?)
So I avoid straitjackets and the bitch that dumped Sean Kingston (uhh)
Better they respect you than to fear you
I learnt that (Staring At The World In My Rearview)
But come get me cocksucker, I dare you
Rather box a felon than a nigga that's fearful (Understand somethin)
Want a clear view, without a clear view
I put the wall up but thoughts just tear through
God I hear you, givin me a earful (but)
But I'm a cruise in 5th gear until I'm near you (DJ On Point) (oh!)
Eye of a Tiger, naw a Sniper with great aim
I won't be another great slain (nigga!), takes flames, embrace pain
Ask Eddie Griffin, you gon' lose everytime goin up against a freight train (AH!)
Niggaz bleed like us, we in the same World
Keep the Patron comin, try and make the day hurl (oh)
It's a few niggaz checkin out my chain pearls
Go ahead, try and lift somethin that you can't curl
Far from "Wayne's World"
If life's a bitch, it ain't just R. Kelly and Ush' fuckin the (Same Girl) (nope)
O.G. swag, walk got a limp in it
It's my World, everybody's payin rent in it
I left Jersey, I took flight on 'em
Dudes tried to take the crown, (dog) didn't look right on 'em (naw!)
How you gon' fuck with a crook, heist warn 'em?
Play Vanilla Ice, I get Suge Knight on 'em
Meanest Porsches, gleamin crosses
Came from Queens to restore this, deemed it in orbit
When the red carpet rolled out, that mean it's bosses
Don't get it fucked up, we had fiends before this (oh)
My third eye sharp, so keen it's gorgeous (oh)
I've seen it all, even Halloween in August (talk to 'em)
Gun in my hand
The game used to make you sell ya soul, now it gotta come with a dance
I'm on the clear view (whoa!), without a clear view (oh!)
I put the wall up but thoughts just tear through (oh!)
God I hear you, givin me a earful
But I'm a cruise in 5th gear until I'm near you (AH! oh!)
[Outro - Joe Budden - talking]
Uh, it's, it's, it's that On Top Music
[DJ On Point - talking over Outro and until the end]
Shout to my nigga Ferris Bueller
Can't forget Hip Hop Heaven out in Iowa
My nigga Dame Philly in Miami
Mic check, mic check
Mic check, mic check
Ah, yeah
Y'all know who it is, taha
Oh!
Uh, Uh, uh, uh
It's, it's, it's that On Top Music!
[DJ On Point - talking over Intro (echo)]
Let's keep this shit goin
We call this one 5th Gear
Shout to whole Play Big Entertainment
Crystal, Curtis, I see you
DJ On Point, Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Look, come and cruise with me
I'm good in any hood, no matter who's with me
My mind on (Gettin Money), bumpin new 50
Or my mind was off music, 'til Clue hit me
And told me keep it on the booth strictly (oh!)
So I step in, watchin my surroundings and my settings
Then I let the Percocet set in
Rough year, lost five of my homeboys
I ain't worried 'bout it, y'all alive (y'all alive), just home boy
I feel like I'm the last real nigga left (or)
Maybe all the real niggaz just left (come on)
We growin extinct, we like dinosaurs
There's only a few exceptions, so minus y'all (uh)
The greatest rapper alive (uh), is wearin suits and ties (uh)
So you got a bunch of whack niggas sayin they him
Used to be if you strive for somethin you could achieve it
Now just say shit, these niggaz'll believe it (AH!)
I'm done screamin out "Jump Off rules!"
Lost my girl, broke all of my Jump Off rules
Kept fuckin the side chick, so a nigga lied more
Picked her up in the woman's car, that I ride for her
Creepin, I would hide more (oh)
Got confused as to who I'm 'sposed to fight for (oh)
I can't even blame the jump, it was my fault (why?)
'Cause I gave her the gun and she killed the only bitch I would die for (AH!)
So the noise is called for
When you goin through T's type of Pain dog, ya voice gets altered (OH!)
Know it's hard to stay calm, gonna need State Farm
When you fuckin with a con no, not Akon (let's go!)
I'm high off life, a walkin napalm
Fastballs comin at 'em from a Dice-K arm (from a Dice-K arm)
Ridin suspended L
No wonder I'm on fire, I already been through Hell
So, when the the World's against you well
Naw, I never snitch but I'll let the pencil tell
I suffer from wrong thinkin (so?)
So I avoid straitjackets and the bitch that dumped Sean Kingston (uhh)
Better they respect you than to fear you
I learnt that (Staring At The World In My Rearview)
But come get me cocksucker, I dare you
Rather box a felon than a nigga that's fearful (Understand somethin)
Want a clear view, without a clear view
I put the wall up but thoughts just tear through
God I hear you, givin me a earful (but)
But I'm a cruise in 5th gear until I'm near you (DJ On Point) (oh!)
Eye of a Tiger, naw a Sniper with great aim
I won't be another great slain (nigga!), takes flames, embrace pain
Ask Eddie Griffin, you gon' lose everytime goin up against a freight train (AH!)
Niggaz bleed like us, we in the same World
Keep the Patron comin, try and make the day hurl (oh)
It's a few niggaz checkin out my chain pearls
Go ahead, try and lift somethin that you can't curl
Far from "Wayne's World"
If life's a bitch, it ain't just R. Kelly and Ush' fuckin the (Same Girl) (nope)
O.G. swag, walk got a limp in it
It's my World, everybody's payin rent in it
I left Jersey, I took flight on 'em
Dudes tried to take the crown, (dog) didn't look right on 'em (naw!)
How you gon' fuck with a crook, heist warn 'em?
Play Vanilla Ice, I get Suge Knight on 'em
Meanest Porsches, gleamin crosses
Came from Queens to restore this, deemed it in orbit
When the red carpet rolled out, that mean it's bosses
Don't get it fucked up, we had fiends before this (oh)
My third eye sharp, so keen it's gorgeous (oh)
I've seen it all, even Halloween in August (talk to 'em)
Gun in my hand
The game used to make you sell ya soul, now it gotta come with a dance
I'm on the clear view (whoa!), without a clear view (oh!)
I put the wall up but thoughts just tear through (oh!)
God I hear you, givin me a earful
But I'm a cruise in 5th gear until I'm near you (AH! oh!)
[Outro - Joe Budden - talking]
Uh, it's, it's, it's that On Top Music
[DJ On Point - talking over Outro and until the end]
Shout to my nigga Ferris Bueller
Can't forget Hip Hop Heaven out in Iowa
My nigga Dame Philly in Miami
Roll Call Lyrics –Joe Budden
[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
Sometimes a nigga need theme music (uh huh)
Sometimes you gotta set a mood
Let's dim these lights in this motherfuckin booth
Dim the lights out there too
I don't need to see you niggaz too much (Jump Off ...)
Can't be Mood Muzik without a mood (it's)
But look (it's), look, it's what? (it's that On Top Music)
[DJ On Point - talking over Intro]
The name of this shit right here is called Roll Call
[Chorus - Joe Budden]
Niggaz on my left (yeah), niggaz on my right (yeah)
Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight? (yeah)
Real as it'll get (yeah), holster on my hip (yeah)
Is anybody tired of that bubble gum shit? (yeah)
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
They say hip hop is dead or on life support
Maybe not, that could be somethin I just thought
I just ought to jump in, fightin the sport
How you expect to be heard, when your mic is off?
I would love to go and browse through the Ride Report
But ain't a car in that motherfucker I can afford
See niggaz tryin to block the road
Rather then my label drop "The Growth", they should drop us both (oh)
See I could scream Def Jam and what they used to be
But that ain't for me to say, that's for you to see (if it ain't)
If not Method Man or Redman, Ghostface, Young Gunz
Need I say Freeway, the proof is me
Still don't believe me, then where's Peedi Peedi?
They ain't really givin a fuck unless you Jeezy
That's what my mind say
Just know if you ain't the President or Kanye, you won't see the time of day
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
I'm so thankful that
Come around these parts, we don't crank or snap, we aim and clap (oh!)
Used to try to take the average rap fan, show 'em shit (but)
But if they close-minded, who am I to open it?
Rather spend time with a boujie broad
Mean an actress, bad bitch, movie star
Shallow bitches, only into jewelry, cars
Still fuck with us, though that ain't who we are
Soon as my wife gone, they jump on the python
They ain't know I'm out to hit and run like Saigon
Puttin back the ice on, had it screwed up
Finally figured out that hate is the new love
But I don't see how you get ahead that way
When you team up with Envy like Red Cafe
And all that blame is yours (nigga)
You tryin to get a chain like floss
I'm tryin to get a chain like stores
Find me in Jers, line for squeeze work off safety
Can't keep calm around these jerks, think beyond these words
Treat the hood like MySpace, either become friends with the Tommy first (uh)
So get found on the back of an empty carton
Spray semi larkins for the bread like Remy Martin
Don't mind me, "Last of a Dying Breed"
Wanna take rap and bring it back to the '90's
(Juicy) inspired me, (C.R.E.A.M.) made me angry
(Get at Me Dog) amped me, (Shook Ones) ain't me
I already know it's a tough state to follow
When niggaz use to stay up late to watch Apollo
Now it's ridiculous, all this shit's frivolous
Niggaz ain't Macho Man, they Miss Elizabeth
Break a Corona bottle, make me an ill shank
Cut a bitch up like Bill Blanks doin still rank
[Chorus - ("that" is replaced with "this" in last line)]
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
The media'll say anything to get at you
Niggaz is transparent, I'm lookin right past you
Henny is a bad dude, talkin 'bout he act rude
So my new tattoo is God with a gavel
Told baby girl if you wanna seduce me
Just know my brain works like a Bonaduce
My girlfriend say I use my charm too loosely
I tell her I'm too fly to have to con for coochie
Hella paper, tell a hater crib got a elevator
On the waterfront, so yeah I oughta front
Still times I feel like carryin chrome
Or cheatin the system like I'm Marion Jones
Tryin to (Sing For The Moment), can't find the note
Put the game in a choke hold, can't find his throat
Hang with the big dogs, can't find the rope
They tell me it's alive, I can't find the pulse, so my
[Chorus]
[Outro - Joe Budden - talking]
Oh, naw don't stop nothin (cocksuckers!)
AH!
Taha, motherfucker
I don't even want shit (you in that mood yet?)
Keep my shit on
The whole point is fuckin have something to bitch about
[DJ On Point - talking over Outro]
Shout to whole On Top
Webb, Nitti
Cokeesi, what up?
Shout to my nigga Breezy, I see you
Skane Dollar, whole Desert Storm
Sometimes a nigga need theme music (uh huh)
Sometimes you gotta set a mood
Let's dim these lights in this motherfuckin booth
Dim the lights out there too
I don't need to see you niggaz too much (Jump Off ...)
Can't be Mood Muzik without a mood (it's)
But look (it's), look, it's what? (it's that On Top Music)
[DJ On Point - talking over Intro]
The name of this shit right here is called Roll Call
[Chorus - Joe Budden]
Niggaz on my left (yeah), niggaz on my right (yeah)
Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight? (yeah)
Real as it'll get (yeah), holster on my hip (yeah)
Is anybody tired of that bubble gum shit? (yeah)
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
They say hip hop is dead or on life support
Maybe not, that could be somethin I just thought
I just ought to jump in, fightin the sport
How you expect to be heard, when your mic is off?
I would love to go and browse through the Ride Report
But ain't a car in that motherfucker I can afford
See niggaz tryin to block the road
Rather then my label drop "The Growth", they should drop us both (oh)
See I could scream Def Jam and what they used to be
But that ain't for me to say, that's for you to see (if it ain't)
If not Method Man or Redman, Ghostface, Young Gunz
Need I say Freeway, the proof is me
Still don't believe me, then where's Peedi Peedi?
They ain't really givin a fuck unless you Jeezy
That's what my mind say
Just know if you ain't the President or Kanye, you won't see the time of day
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
I'm so thankful that
Come around these parts, we don't crank or snap, we aim and clap (oh!)
Used to try to take the average rap fan, show 'em shit (but)
But if they close-minded, who am I to open it?
Rather spend time with a boujie broad
Mean an actress, bad bitch, movie star
Shallow bitches, only into jewelry, cars
Still fuck with us, though that ain't who we are
Soon as my wife gone, they jump on the python
They ain't know I'm out to hit and run like Saigon
Puttin back the ice on, had it screwed up
Finally figured out that hate is the new love
But I don't see how you get ahead that way
When you team up with Envy like Red Cafe
And all that blame is yours (nigga)
You tryin to get a chain like floss
I'm tryin to get a chain like stores
Find me in Jers, line for squeeze work off safety
Can't keep calm around these jerks, think beyond these words
Treat the hood like MySpace, either become friends with the Tommy first (uh)
So get found on the back of an empty carton
Spray semi larkins for the bread like Remy Martin
Don't mind me, "Last of a Dying Breed"
Wanna take rap and bring it back to the '90's
(Juicy) inspired me, (C.R.E.A.M.) made me angry
(Get at Me Dog) amped me, (Shook Ones) ain't me
I already know it's a tough state to follow
When niggaz use to stay up late to watch Apollo
Now it's ridiculous, all this shit's frivolous
Niggaz ain't Macho Man, they Miss Elizabeth
Break a Corona bottle, make me an ill shank
Cut a bitch up like Bill Blanks doin still rank
[Chorus - ("that" is replaced with "this" in last line)]
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
The media'll say anything to get at you
Niggaz is transparent, I'm lookin right past you
Henny is a bad dude, talkin 'bout he act rude
So my new tattoo is God with a gavel
Told baby girl if you wanna seduce me
Just know my brain works like a Bonaduce
My girlfriend say I use my charm too loosely
I tell her I'm too fly to have to con for coochie
Hella paper, tell a hater crib got a elevator
On the waterfront, so yeah I oughta front
Still times I feel like carryin chrome
Or cheatin the system like I'm Marion Jones
Tryin to (Sing For The Moment), can't find the note
Put the game in a choke hold, can't find his throat
Hang with the big dogs, can't find the rope
They tell me it's alive, I can't find the pulse, so my
[Chorus]
[Outro - Joe Budden - talking]
Oh, naw don't stop nothin (cocksuckers!)
AH!
Taha, motherfucker
I don't even want shit (you in that mood yet?)
Keep my shit on
The whole point is fuckin have something to bitch about
[DJ On Point - talking over Outro]
Shout to whole On Top
Webb, Nitti
Cokeesi, what up?
Shout to my nigga Breezy, I see you
Skane Dollar, whole Desert Storm
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