Joe Budden [Rap]

Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, yeah
Oh no (louder) oh no (louder)
Uh huh, uh huh

(Drop drop) - my homies that ride chromies let it
(Pop pop) - at the bar Budden them bottles and them
(Shots shots) - my ladies it's all gravy if you
(Hot hot) then come back to the (spot spot) and maybe we can
(Bone bone) - know that we chilling, she something shaking in her
(Thong thong) - gangsta gangsta, paper paper
(Long long) - and for my riders all over
Now you know we wanna hit it hit it
Don't stop, get it get it

Sick wit it, I keep paper around me
So I know that everybody got the vapors around me
See me in a big truck thin rubber riding
2 Way and a broad, and got 10 others squatting
Cause I know Cal broads act up man
So 'cha man man gotta keep a back up plan
Not a dance floor nucka [nigga]
I'm take em home get em to drop they pants
And gross nucka till the (drip drip)
No you not my wife no you can't handle my (kid kid)
I'm just trying to put in your (rib rib)
Through Cheetah, we in the four door Beem
Not like the two door like the kid only got a few divas
Drive wit my knees, seat recline
While she leaned over giving me a piece of her mind
I be sizing em up from they thighs and above
Holla at me if you wanna come and ride wit a thug, yeah!


All my ladies if you riding!
Then you know to skip the shotgun and bag the one driving
All my nuckas if you riding!
Don't trip plenty cash if she stingy wit ass

Yo boy got a street chick
Rocks Chanelle she focused ('focused man')
Stay wit a bag of fine and no elder rolling (uh)
She just one of my dames, gotta stay cool
Everything I got

[Intro]
Salutation, Joe Budden here (WOO!)
I be your host tonight for this evening, you know (WOO!!!)
Dubb B with the banger, Webb, Nitty, holla (WOO!!!)
Shouts is stupid let that bass knock

[Verse 1]
Still on your block with it (WOO!!!)
Street ball and the black top with it
Ballin war to the crackpot crackspt with it (WOO!!!)
Gat cop with it, white tee black socks fitted
Pop the trunk let the bass knock with it (WOO!!!)
Like, no team could beat us
We pump diesel I ain't talkin 'bout jeans or sneakers
Raid, man we gettin it harder
All day dog I live in the carter, take your time with it
Jump off that nigga
Nona seen me with at least two birds like Jack Tripper
Jerse, true that I'm a rep, new jag on the set durag on my neck
Breathe, and then hide your bait
Cause all my heat stay dirty like a project vent
Whoa, on the lowdown bring the hook it's about to go down, ladies!!!!

[Chorus]
If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand
You know!! Get focused man cause whether hoopty or rover man we doin us (WOO!!!)
If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand
You know!! sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now

[Verse 2]
Pause, man I tell 'em whatever
Say I got a little X they think I know the director
Ma, that's just how the game go
Never burberry but you could splurge with rainbow
Trick, I know how a groupie do
Yeah I tell 'em I'm dead broke don't let the jewelry fool you (WOO!!!)
Ho! Sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now(WOO!!!) All
this paper is the only reason why shorty wanna call me later
No! I won't see ya tomorrow
how we goin out to eat I thought you ain't swallow
Think cause I rock jeans and sling rocks
That I'm a wife beater I don't mean tank top
You think I'm a start actin new I got enough beef
Not to start slappin you but back to it (WOO!!!)
No, funds comin over tonight
She fell for the yank unfitted over my eyes
Cause Joe, get up in the choch and slide
Taxi never rove or a five that's how I do, thugs

[Chorus]
If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand
You know!! Get focused man cause whether hoopty or rover man we doin us (WOO!)
If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand
You know!! sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now

[Verse 3]
Crates, I keep the pump out
Park the V jump out when I need to dump out
Cain, y'all don't know a thing
Jump off make it snow or spring but anyway (WOO!!!)
Clubs, if y'all don't yet
I skips the pat down, cashier, and coat check (WOO!!!)
Sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now
(Friday) Fridays I might stay home
Might run up in a lounge or I might play on
(Saturday) Saturdays P. Caliwood
With his thugs in the whip they follow me from the hood
(Sunday) Sunday I'm gettin right with a broad
That I probably met the night before y'all know my style (WOO!!!)
Wait, y'all know that's right
Low cut like so what with the throw back nikes (WOO!!!)
I'm good with somebody's bill
Tell 'em to holla at somebody real ain't nothin change (WOO!!!)
Let's, go, sing the track now pause
Stop playin man bring the track now (WOO!!!)

[Outro]
Jump off (WOO!!!) Doug B, Fame (WOO!!!)
Devin, on top, (WOO!!!)

[Fabolous]
Yeah, uh huh, uh, uh
Ghetto! Oh yeah
Please believe it, believe it please
Uh, Desert Storm, okay, that's right, uh
Street Family, yeah
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O

[DJ Envy - overlapping Fabolous intro]
New Fabolous, Paul Cain, Joe Buddens
This shit's called Grand Theft Audio
C'mon maan!

[Fabolous]
The kid's usually armed
Especially since I put canary jewels in the charm and a mule on my arm (Yeah!)
And find who you fools wanna harm
Make sure ya kids wear a vest underneath they school uniform (C'mon)
The pound slugs look like combos
A couple in the face will make celebrities look like John Doe's (Who dat?)
I'll show ya'll what the X7 look like almost (Yeah)
Private jet interiors that look like condos
Ya security look like Arnold
But he never had so many stitches in his head, they look like cornrows (Uh ugh)
Two long Desert Eag's, four on the chest
It feel like you got no shirt in the Tuscon desert heat
Crib got large screen cinema, garage look similar
To looking in a Dupont registry
I'm assuming you cats spread rumors like that
'Cause you never seen ya moms speak wit a aluminum bat
Ghetto

[Joe Budden]
OK thugs, call the troops, tell them load they slugs (Buddens)
In the closet is the long nose and O.J. gloves
I don't care what type burner ya using
Gangsta it out, let's put the heat down, do some furniture moving
Look, tried and acquitted
Rap suckers, all ya lives I lived it, remember I'm the guy that did it
Who drives the 6's? Dogs, you can't ball out
No matter how much you customize ya Civics
Block work, glock work, give him CPR
(For what?) For trying to play his A-dat in a VCR
Keep on following Scarface, I'm plotting a car chase
Stop! It's Jumpoff wit Desperado's guitar case
I ain't gotta call on hounds (Why?)
When ya guns is like the last Lennox Lewis fight, short on rounds
I'm used to dra-ma, ride wit the tool and hammer
All you young rap dudes is bammers

[Paul Cain]
Don't let me out of my cage, the world ain't ready for Cain
The black talons and the calico confetti ya brain
I rock Lacosta, the kid wit the roaster is back
No top, sitting on 20's opposed to them black
Hang rappers from helicopters, Sosa of rap
I don't talk, I pull toasters, approach ya, and clap
I still hustle coca and crack
Just got in the game and already platinum posters and plaques
I don't write, I speak what I feel
And pop off po's dog, I don't need a reason to kill
I'm like 2 weeks from a deal, like 2 g's from a mil
Right hand, few feet from the steel
They wonder how I flow so strong
'Cause I live what I spit, my smallest hammer is a 44 long
I spit pain rap, when Cain clap, duck for cover
Hot hanger, torch ya girl, and pluck ya mother
Always ready to clash wit titans
And the princesses in my watch look like a flash of lightning
Same box I got for the gun you stash ya ice in
Make niggas sell they soul and cash they life in
Motherfucker!

[DJ Envy]
People's choice
Don't forget Desert Storm
My man Kah, Paul Cain, Fabolous, Joe Buddens
Fat shout
Varcity clothing line
My man James A.D
Desert Storm mixtape Volume 1 Blok Party
You know!

Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it up (Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh)

Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)

Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!

I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie I been plottin to get
See can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up

OK we was leaving we was done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute o

(Joe Talking)
Uh
So what I'mma do is like
I just kinda wanted to be able to ya know
Smoke by myself
Without kinda being bothered by what a mother fucker has to say
Or without really havin to do nothin
So I'mma gonna go buy this pack of 100's
Take me about 10 mins. to smoke a whole hundred
And I'mma flip one upside down
And I'mma take one out and I'mma light it

(Chorus)
Just give me 10 min.
10 min. alone
To not deal with a thing
And not answr my phone
Just to ig my 2-way ig the shit in the streets
Let me smoke this 1 cig in peace
Give me 10 min
Without yall comin at me with that bull
Somtimes that's all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now that's what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig n peace

(Verse 1)
Look, now there's a couple dudes don't wanna see me poppin
They sarcastically ssk me when your cd droppin
Gotta keep my game face they don't leave me no option
Can't lose my cool I know the streets keep watchin
Dudes wanna see me lose it all
But I aint come this far to fall
Let me talk to all of you dudes prayin that i lose it all
I aint come this far to fall
And I aint gotta walk around with my clip and nine
A real nigga just opened his coat to me
And said his is mine
He said call him when there's problems
But he don't know that there's always problems
It only gets worse
Like, some dudes feel threatened they can't stop me
So all they do is threaten to pop me
Well go and get your weapon and cock G
You can see it's real here
I done been down the block all week and I'm still here
Look, you wanna know where the booze and coke at
Gangstas, gorillas, damoos, and locs at
Where the bricks where the
Where the x, where the morphine be
Take the turnpike to 14b
Now it's back to this pussy dude threatnin to hurt me
I aint know all of this came with reppin jersey
But now it's no secret
If the thought of jump off doin it
Makes you so heated
Nigga so be it
But certain beef will get handled if your special
Only marble in the crib is the handle on the special
My gun's in the hood
I can't run from the hood
Nigga my son's in the hood
That should tell you what's what
Soon as i feel good you retards remind me
That son it aint hard to find me
I'm at ringside anytime the fight's on
And I'm in the big black truck with the Carolina lights on
Or you can hop on the Polasky skyway
I'm in the strip club almost every Friday
Cats is cornballs, yall dudes is bitches
Like I aint got enough problems with this music business

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Somedays I don't wanna be bothered
Somedays I just miss my father
Somedays I just miss my father
Somedays I wanna relapse on redline
Cause he'll be gone for 26 months fed time
I try to maintain through all this
And pray to God pop keep his same clean date in Fort Dix
My pockets flat kid
You do the math on 5.15 an hour full time after taxes
That wasn't good enough to keep my M.O.
That wasn't good enough to complete my demo
For real, somedays I don't wanna be seen
And somedays I don't shower I don't wanna be clean
Look, sometimes the truth can hurt you
So I blow my cig smoke right at the truth commercial
Somedays I don't wanna be bothered
Somedays I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it halfway out
It won't be parole yall it'll be the halfway house
Naw, that aint the right path for a budden
'Cause we're addicts, addicts can't do half of nothin

[Intro]
Calm down... calm down...
Baby just calm down...
(Calm down... )
She use to tell me to... calm down...
Moms use to tell me to... calm down...
Baby just calm down...
She use to tell me to... calm down...
Moms use to tell me to... calm down...
(She would pray that I would) Baby just calm down...
Calm down...

[Budden Verse 1]
Look, I was such a lost soul, just wanted to be down with something
Look at your son now mommy I amounted to something
You couldn't figure out, what I had messed with the streets for
Cause you saw my genius without a SAT score
I took drugs and laced it with things
But you a addict yourself,
For you I was people, places and things (how the fuck you thought)
Angeldust use to have me in the hallways twurked
I tried to hide it, but Visine didn't always work
I needed someone to blame in my mind
I thought if you and dad never used dope I would a came out fine
And so I hit you hard when you threw in advice
Like what I want to talk to you about you ruined my life
You the reason why I ended up a con and I knew it
The reason I filled my body with that bombin' fluid, mommy
You the reason that my life's gone illegal
The reason I'm kinda different, don't think like normal people, not calm

[Chorus]
She use to tell me to... calm down...
Moms use to tell me to... calm down...
(Use to pray that I would) Baby just calm down...
You gotta hold your head up cause we gone make it
She use to tell me to... calm down...
Moms use to tell me to... calm down...
(You got to understand what I was going through)
Baby just calm down...
Everything's gonna be alright
She use to tell me to... calm down...
Moms use to tell me to... calm down...
(But a nigga wouldn't) Baby just calm down...
You gotta hold your head up cause we gone make it y'all

[Budden Verse 2]
Listen... ain't shit like seeing your moms crying on the floor
Knowing you the reason why she ain't a'ight no more
But so young, I was like whatever
You use to chase me through the house with the knife like get your life together
Fucking drugs, how could I ever amp on you
And what made me think that I could lay my hands on you
I'm not surprised that you mad at me
Much as you hated my father, your youngest son is just like his daddy
Mommy I live life rude, how could you not understand it
On the same note I'm just like you
I got moms sensitivity, my fathers balls
His humor, his g, and my heart is yours
Fuck school, cause I had my major
Come to grips that it ain't so much the drugs, it's the addict behavior (no)
Was it the dick charge, the cut that came with it?
Wasn't really the smoking, but the rush that came with it (wasn't calm people)

[Chorus]
She use to tell me to... calm down...
Calm down...
(but a nigga wouldn't) Baby just calm down...
You gotta hold your head up cause we gone make it y'all
(do it with me people) Calm down...
Calm down...
(try to understand it) Baby just calm down...
(those kind of things) Everything's gonna be alright
Calm down... (just bare with me for a... for a brief moment y'all)
Calm down...
Baby just calm down...
You gotta hold your head up cause we gone make it y'all

[Budden Verse 3]
I felt so alone, I had a crew, but so what
Then when Angela stabbed me guess who showed up
And when people said I'd always be ill and twisted
And when the therapist had told us that the pills would fix it
Was sick of being sick, I was finally hurt
With all the praying that you did ma, it finally worked
God gave you a son back, I won't offend you again
Won't let the disease turn me against you again
Use to be high as ever, (but I) Joey Jr. got his life together
As a result, now we tighter than ever
So blessed, so grateful to be seeing tomorrow (see the whole world)
That's why I can't take a drink, not if even a swallow
I can't picture me twisted, like what I'm a do now
Haters I can't stop yet, my mothers to proud
Secure now, don't need to be down with nothing
Look at your son now mommy, I amounted to something
I'm so calm

[Chorus]
Calm down...
Calm down...
(but a nigga wouldn't calm down) Baby just calm down...
You gotta hold your head up cause we gone make it y'all (hold up)
She use to tell me to... calm down...
(Use to pray that I would) calm down...
(But I couldn't, I couldn't, couldn't do it) Baby just calm down...
(Nothing heals like time people) Everything's gonna be alright
(Understand that) calm down...
Calm down...
(Fucking miracle) Baby just calm down...
You gotta hold your head up cause we gone make it y'all
(They said I wouldn't reach 21 y'all... I'm still standing)

Calm down...
Thanks ma...
Calm down...
I couldn't do it without you
Calm down...
Calm down...
You are appreciated
Calm down...
Fa sho...
Calm down...
It's a slow process y'all
One day at a time though... to get beautiful

[Intro: Joe Budden]
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's here
Some dude's got problems wit me
Over there - I ain't scared
Some people see me creep
They mack all type - that's alright
You know I slurp my drink
I'm clipped inside - kids aight (Just Blaze!)

[Verse: Joe Budden]
Yes y'all it's the one and only (what else?)
And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?)
And I came wit a ton of money (but!)
Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
This chick's wit her man frontin on me
I'll holla at her when she done wit homie
Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of grown freaks
One named Tasha, one named Monique
One's diva'd out, keep her make-up tight
She got her good heels on wit her Jacob ice
And ma love to club, so she stay up nice
And she give me brains just the way I like!
One's real ghetto, don't give a reason
She knows I'm not her man, she don't riff bout cheating
Joey only go to her crib on weekends
Real real late when the kids are sleeping
'Tis the season, no more BS music
Watch and learn, see us do this
Geeks here's new shit
Playboy I keep exclusives to make dudes see less units (c'mon!)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Can't stop won't stop
Rock it to the rhythm
Cause we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get down
Joe Budden, Busta Bus
Cause we - ah get down
And we seeing that
There's some hoes in this house
There's some hoes in this house
Light that 'dro in tha house
Smoke that 'dro in tha house
Bring that doe in this house
Bring that doe in this house
Where dem hoes in this house?
Where dem hoes in this house?
Where my niggas at?

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's coming?
It be the God of the flows
It be the God of the spitting
It be the God of the blows
You'll be black and blue up your shit
And probably swell up your nose
Lotta bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes
Let me prazzle your head, do and skidattle wit Joe
And get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'dro
Better back it up money before they crack through the dome
I got a pack of them niggas that leave a crack in yo skull
HOLD UP!! ... see I ain't finished wit y'all
Before I diminish let me handle my business wit y'all
Watching you niggas, you shook! all you looking all nervous
Maybach infront the club, parked crooked on purpose
Now ladies my Mercedes Maybach
Probably hold six in the back and three if ya fat
Probably hold more in the back if they sit on the lap
I gotta go and move to the party to see where it's at

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's here
Some dude's got problems wit me
Over there - I ain't scared
Some people see me creep
They mack all type - that's alright
You know I slurp my drink
I'm clipped inside - kids aight

[Verse: Joe Budden]
Yes yes y'all who ain't believe me?
Don't be fooled it ain't this easy
All y'all so 'n so's shamed, that cheesy
You wonder why people don't go and spend they change on a weekly
(But) Who's fly in rap? I in fact
By myself, no one behind the attack
And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that
Cause y'all sell em to the stores then buy 'em back
Now one hot storm, we'll fly and rap
If the rest of you provide is wack
I see creativity dying fast
I'm glad producers charge so high for they tracks (tell em why though)
Now they do it all, you just applying the rap
Honestly now, it's not the economy's down
Now rap dudes suck they own pee hole
The wacker the music the bigger the ego
Fans left suffering, gasping!
And it's embarassing! Jump Off I'm the aspirin
I'm still hungry, I'm still fasting
Y'all fade out, I'm just getting it cracking

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Whoo! [repeat to fade]

[Intro: Joe Budden]
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's here
Some dude's got problems wit me
Over there - I ain't scared
Some people see me creep
They mack all type - that's alright
You know I slurp my drink
I'm clipped inside - kids aight (Just Blaze!)

[Verse: Joe Budden]
Yes y'all it's the one and only (what else?)
And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?)
And I came wit a ton of money (but!)
Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
This chick's wit her man frontin on me
I'll holla at her when she done wit homie
Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of grown freaks
One named Tasha, one named Monique
One's diva'd out, keep her make-up tight
She got her good heels on wit her Jacob ice
And ma love to club, so she stay up nice
And she give me brains just the way I like!
One's real ghetto, don't give a reason
She knows I'm not her man, she don't riff bout cheating
Joey only go to her crib on weekends
Real real late when the kids are sleeping
'Tis the season, no more BS music
Watch and learn, see us do this
Geeks here's new shit
Playboy I keep exclusives to make dudes see less units (c'mon!)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Can't stop won't stop
Rock it to the rhythm
Cause we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get down
Joe Budden, Busta Bus
Cause we - ah get down
And we seeing that
There's some hoes in this house
There's some hoes in this house
Light that 'dro in tha house
Smoke that 'dro in tha house
Bring that doe in this house
Bring that doe in this house
Where dem hoes in this house?
Where dem hoes in this house?
Where my niggas at?

[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's coming?
It be the God of the flows
It be the God of the spitting
It be the God of the blows
You'll be black and blue up your shit
And probably swell up your nose
Lotta bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes
Let me prazzle your head, do and skidattle wit Joe
And get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'dro
Better back it up money before they crack through the dome
I got a pack of them niggas that leave a crack in yo skull
HOLD UP!! ... see I ain't finished wit y'all
Before I diminish let me handle my business wit y'all
Watching you niggas, you shook! all you looking all nervous
Maybach infront the club, parked crooked on purpose
Now ladies my Mercedes Maybach
Probably hold six in the back and three if ya fat
Probably hold more in the back if they sit on the lap
I gotta go and move to the party to see where it's at

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
Let me just make this statement
Loud and clear - Jersey's here
Some dude's got problems wit me
Over there - I ain't scared
Some people see me creep
They mack all type - that's alright
You know I slurp my drink
I'm clipped inside - kids aight

[Verse: Joe Budden]
Yes yes y'all who ain't believe me?
Don't be fooled it ain't this easy
All y'all so 'n so's shamed, that cheesy
You wonder why people don't go and spend they change on a weekly
(But) Who's fly in rap? I in fact
By myself, no one behind the attack
And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that
Cause y'all sell em to the stores then buy 'em back
Now one hot storm, we'll fly and rap
If the rest of you provide is wack
I see creativity dying fast
I'm glad producers charge so high for they tracks (tell em why though)
Now they do it all, you just applying the rap
Honestly now, it's not the economy's down
Now rap dudes suck they own pee hole
The wacker the music the bigger the ego
Fans left suffering, gasping!
And it's embarassing! Jump Off I'm the aspirin
I'm still hungry, I'm still fasting
Y'all fade out, I'm just getting it cracking

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Whoo! [repeat to fade]

[Intro]
Salutation, Joe Budden here (WOO!)
I be your host tonight for this evening, you know (WOO!!!)
Doug B. with the banger, Red, Nitty, holla (WOO!!!)
Shouts is stupid let that bass knock

[Verse 1]
Still on your block with it (WOO!!!)
Street ball and the black top with it
Ballin war to the crackpot crackspt with it (WOO!!!)
Gat cop with it, white tee black socks fitted
Pop the trunk let the bass knock with it (WOO!!!)
Like, no team could beat us
We pump diesel I ain't talkin 'bout jeans or sneakers
Raid, man we gettin it harder
All day dog I live in the carter, take your time with it
Jump off that nigga
Nona seen me with at least two birds like Jack Tripper
Jerse, true that I'm a rep, new jag on the set durag on my neck
Breathe, and then hide your bait
Cause all my heat stay dirty like a project vent
Whoa, on the lowdown bring the hook it's about to go down, ladies!!!!

[Chorus]
If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand
You know!! Get focused man cause whether hoopty or rover man we doin us (WOO!!!)
If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand
You know!! sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now

[Verse 2]
Pause, man I tell 'em whatever
Say I got a little X they think I know the director
Ma, that's just how the game go
Never burberry but you could splurge with rainbow
Trick, I know how a groupie do
Yeah I tell 'em I'm dead broke don't let the jewelry fool you (WOO!!!)
Ho! Sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now(WOO!!!) All
this paper is the only reason why shorty wanna call me later
No! I won't see ya tomorrow
how we goin out to eat I thought you ain't swallow
Think cause I rock jeans and sling rocks
That I'm a wife beater I don't mean tank top
You think I'm a start actin new I got enough beef
Not to start slappin you but back to it (WOO!!!)
No, funds comin over tonight
She fell for the yank unfitted over my eyes
Cause Joe, get up in the choch and slide
Taxi never rove or a five that's how I do, thugs

[Chorus]
If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand
You know!! Get focused man cause whether hoopty or rover man we doin us (WOO!)
If you focused man would you please rock with it if you overstand
You know!! sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now

[Verse 3]
Crates, I keep the pump out
Park the V jump out when I need to dump out
Cain, y'all don't know a thing
Jump off make it snow or spring but anyway (WOO!!!)
Clubs, if y'all don't yet
I skips the pat down, cashier, and coat check (WOO!!!)
Sing the track now pause, stop playin man bring it back now
(Friday) Fridays I might stay home
Might run up in a lounge or I might play on
(Saturday) Saturdays P. Caliwood
With his thugs in the whip they follow me from the hood
(Sunday) Sunday I'm gettin right with a broad
That I probably met the night before y'all know my style (WOO!!!)
Wait, y'all know that's right
Low cut like so what with the throw back nikes (WOO!!!)
I'm good with somebody's bill
Tell 'em to holla at somebody real ain't nothin change (WOO!!!)
Let's, go, sing the track now pause
Stop playin man bring the track now (WOO!!!)

[Outro]
Jump off (WOO!!!) Doug B, Fame (WOO!!!)
Devin, on top, (WOO!!!)

Whoahhhhhhhhh, whoa
Ladies and gentlemen, you now rockin with the best
(Geah) Jersey City, stand up
Patterson, stand up
Off top.. Just Blaze!

[Joe Budden]
Hold up nigga, slow up nigga
Don't start a war unless your dough's up, nigga
Know what nigga? Joe's up nigga
Y'all shouldn't cry about it, grow up nigga
Guess what y'all? I know magic
I could make your pulse dissapear and no hat trick
Death threats - it ain't phase me
When I bring the T-Mac through the Rucker y'all, it ain't Tracy
Sewed up nigga, low cut nigga
So keep talin bout your wrists froze up nigga
You might see 30 whips roll up nigga
We be at the pawn shop givin your Rol' up nigga
Just wanted to make that known, you seen New Jersey Drive
Round here, leave that Maybach home
Before we vick that homes, we be on y'all jerks
You'll find out the hard way if your On*Star works, cause

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I don't, need a reason to bust my guns
So don't, give me reason to bust my guns
You might, be the reason I bust my gun
(Pa-pow, pa-pow - pa-pow, pa-pow)

[Joe Budden]
'Til my day's up nigga, stay up nigga
Play Tony Montana, get your face cut nigga
That goes out to all of you play thug niggaz
How you want it, long nose or the trey snub nigga?
Return and die dog, if I start clappin in your crib
Nah I ain't tryin to turn the lights off
Trapped on the chain, got the jewels and cape
Be like Jared, Subways made him lose his weight, but look
I'm bout gettin money for all races
Only oldie but goodie I know is small faces
Wait, make you sure you heard right; woulda been put the hit out
But I ain't tryin to get my third strike
Lace up nigga, say what nigga?
Your Maybelline raps that you make-up nigga
Wake up nigga, stakes up nigga
For all my locked-down and my cased-up niggaz, cause

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
Who's that nigga? New cat nigga
Don't disrespect, don't do that nigga
Hate to hear the sound of the tool clap nigga
Dual strap nigga when I do black niggaz
First hand with a three-eighty kickback
Brains on your lap dog, babysit that
Look, it's my turf, get up off the stoop now
I'm Omar Epps, who got the "Juice" now?
Street love nigga, G's up nigga
You lookin for a loan on your re-up nigga
Haters might wanna put hollows in ya
When you're young black spendin like a lotto winner y'know
I'm grown up now, I'm done with Jake
When I say pounds y'all I'm talkin bout London cake
I can serve it to you uncut or somethin baked
Hope you ready for me folks, cause I'm comin your way, cause

[Chorus] - fades out

[Joe Budden - repeat in background 9X]
I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin

[Joe - talking over background vocals]
Okay... the time has finally come beautiful people
Jeah... I've been singin this tune for entirely too long now
For like, eight or nine years, somethin like that
But I'm here, only to present to you your album
Featurin myself, Joe Budden, hi haters

[Joe Budden]
The time is finally near, it's gettin closer I'm finally scared
(?) that the album's out y'all, it's finally here
I repeat myself for the haters y'all, I'm finally here
Every street corner, jail cell, finally cheer
Cause it was y'all that voted me, y'all that noticed me
It's y'all that said I should've been signed to Def Poetry
It was y'all that said yes y'all can flow a tree
Momma raised me proper, the streets just molded me
The streets coded me, made me a better pedigree
Now things are complicated like Avril Lavigne said it be
But I took some time out to get my shit straight
And present to you, jump off seventy minute mixtape
This here's for real, this here's the official
This year it's not a "Best Of," this is the best of
How can I say this? It's sorta like - Hov', 'Pac, B.I.G.
Blended with Bill Withers and Miles Davis
Let's add Al Green, folks I miscalculated
Now it's Ludacris time, "Move - get out my way bitch!"
A rapper's rapper, the kid can do this
To you ignorant muh'fuckers, don't misconstrue this
Everything reversed now, I live in The Matrix
So how can I stay anonymous, when it's my job to be famous? (Talk to 'em)
A lot of y'all can't interpret when I'm speakin that language
But some better understand to the rest it's better you can't
Now when you speak of the elite, I feel honored if mentioned
Because the goal is on top, never honorable mention
If Joe's purpose is due, here it is it's no further anew
Enough said with no further adieu

I'm comin, (geah) I'm comin, I'M COMIN!

[112] + (Joe)
112! (Jump off!)
Aww yeah (Uhh, y'know)

[Verse One: Joe Budden]
You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue
Don't no other mami give me head like you
I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover
y Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter
We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh
You goin to sleep thinkin that this can't be life
Don't mistake my talkin modest
Still put you in the wi-ld bedroom with the walk-in closet
Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water
Full length minks, get rid of that three-quarter
Ex-man never had you feelin that fly
Flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high
When them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off
New school your neck, take that herringbone off
Stretch 'Vee playin Manhattan
System old school, play 'em and had 'em
We makin it happen, oh yeah

[Chorus: 112]
Turn this off for a minute
We can do bigger things if you widdit
We can be me and you, I know you feel it
You can say, "La la-la la, la la la la"
All you want, you can get it
You can have all my time, let's spend it
The way you do your thing, I can't forget it
Got me screamin, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma"

[Verse Two: Joe Budden]
Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue
Got birds on the side, I don't treat 'em like you
I don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come
They already know they gotta pay for they meals
Say I'm, comin at you with lines, think they lies
Just because I don't match your compatible sign
I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate
Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate
When I put it on you, you throw it right back (ha ha)
Who else you know gon' poke it like that?
And ma I'm gon' show you like that, you be hollerin
"La la-la la, la la la la" - oh yeah, look
Private party, it's just me, you
and the new envy of ours, we won't be sorry
Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley(?)
Y'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Joe Budden]
Look forget my miss, no let's remind miss
And I never let a clown disrespect my miss
I need dat in my life, a G might cry
But you the only one that ever get to see that side
Look, my lady fresh, we ain't gotta rush
We can take baby steps, that may be the best
Hate to repeat myself, I know I already told you
But mom's sayin what's good I'm tryin to know you
If you been for lookin for the right one, well here he is
Ready to take things a little mo' serious
Ain't nervous no more, you heard it all before
Are you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin that velour?
Stop, I'm tired of trickin, I'm tired of pigeons
Need a house with acres to put my wife and kids in
Chefs are good when they gettin right in the kitchen
Babygirl that's the life we'd be livin, overstand somethin

[Interlude: 112]
Baby let me be with you more, hold you more
Let me get the chance, I can show you more
Let me get to know you more, I'll be screamin out
"La la-la la, la la la la"
If I could, wife you out, ride this out
You're the only one I wouldn't ride without
I could show you what this life's about
I be screamin out, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma"

[Chorus] - repeat 2X w/ Joe Budden ad libs

[Joe Budden]
This is the type of shit right here, listen
You gotta go to the car wash on this one
Hehe, you can't ride around dirty and dusty and shit
If it just went yesterday, when you wake up
Take it to the car wash
Don't just get the exterior joint neither
We need the-the-the works, the thirty dollar joint
And we need to get the little tree to put up in the rearview
So it's smellin nice and SEXY like when they get inside
Ha ha! Ayy..

Whatchu think that all of the rumors for?

[Joe Budden]
Mami - dude you love dick, caress and rub dick
Love street niggaz, love a thug dick
But you don't look like you gettin enough dick
But do you fuck in public and suck dick
Are you down with a dick, clown niggaz dicks
When they put it in do you drown niggaz dicks
Profound a nigga dick, and when you go down
I hope you don't kiss all around a nigga dick
You gettin lame dick, all the same dick
Clowns who can't fuck, new to the game dick
Scared of a freak with a hall of fame dick
So keep fuckin your ex-man who can't quit
You need stronger dick, fuck seven inches
Get a longer dick, put it on the dick
A champion dick, a heavyweight dick
Have you 2-way a nigga every day dick

[Chorus]
My Cris' and Mo' bitches - that ride it well
My strip show bitches - hope you ride it well
We can fuck in the house or in the car
But tell me can you ride dick like a porno star
My gin & juice bitches - that take it well
My in school bitches - cause you takin it well
We can fuck in the house or in the car
But tell me can you take dick like a porno star

[Joe Budden]
A nigga need pussy, soft and sweet pussy
If your shit's tight, then I'll probably eat pussy
I'm a picky dude, don't need beat pussy
Strictly freak pussy, just to leak pussy
I need fine pussy, need dime pussy
Need rare pussy that hard to find pussy
Got a one-shot, I need all the time pussy
Up echelon, top of the line pussy
Need tight pussy, get right pussy
No sleep, break day, all night pussy
Fuck whack pussy, I'm lookin for that pussy
Bitch you cheated on me but I'm right back pussy
Pop lock pussy, stop drop pussy
Let me lay up when the block hot pussy
Never before pussy, straight raw pussy
Fucked ten times but I want more pussy

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
Look I love sex, kind of rough sex
Whip cream, honey out, handcuff sex
Never without sex, all about sex
Hard backshots, pillow in her mouth sex
Deep stroke sex, deep throat sex
Run around here like you don't need no sex
All day sex, it's foreplay sex
Your back on the wall in the hallway sex
Make me wait sex, third date sex
Just finished arguin, havin hate sex
Relaxed sex, missionary sex
Nails in my back sex, now that's sex
No hands sex, advanced sex
Why you come to my crib wearin pants sex
Unlikely sex, try me sex
You gon' fuck around and be wifey sex

[Chorus]

Intro:
Pump p Pump Pump
Pump p p Pump Pump it up
Pump p Pump Pump
Pump p p Pump Pump it up
Pump p p Pump Pump it up
(Just Blaze)
We gon' do it like
(Uuh, uuh, uhh)

Verse 1:
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on
More than 5 O's in ya bank then get it on
Roll up like that stank and get it on
Slank that fitted on, came to get it on
Hold up she want work that, twork that
Then again lemme hurt that, murk that
Til ya gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out
Boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin' Jersey back
(And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwin' it up
She drink a little hypno, throwin' it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut
(Uuh)

Chorus:
Fellas, Do ya thing lemme do my thang
I mean, Do ya thing lemme do my thang
Shorties, Move that thing mami move that thang
C'mon, Move that thing mami move that thang
Hustlers, Do ya thing lemme do my thang
Please tell the DJ, pump p p pump pump it up

Bridge:
I see some haters grillin'
I see some ladies chillin'
I see that girlie
I've been plottin' to get
She can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p Pump Pump it up

Verse 2:
OK, we was leaving we was done
Then she said "Can my people's come"
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something where the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine but ya girlfriends not
And then she wanna holdout getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on ya own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothin' on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hangin' out with the fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)

(Chorus)

Verse 3:
Y'all dudes keep talkin' 'bout ya ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Tellin' me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put ya mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey will change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin' with Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin' the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin' bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, whatchu want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is j j j jump off
j j Jump j j j j j j Jump off
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)

Say blood, heh-heh, what's happening?
What you mean blood? I got what you need (Pusha man nigga!)
Go around this corner with me real quick (ohh!)
(Fuck you thought?) Oh shit, watch out for thug (Pusha man)
Man you got to be cool blood
Gotta feel you right here, niggaz down for whatever

[Joe Budden]
Everybody's so gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do it
Keep the facade that real when you not that real, that's real!
The strip is hot so I don't hear my foes beefin
That's tellin me that I bought all these burners for no reason
Come, get me thug I walk with a mini teeny tiny eeny weeny snub
And real niggaz give me love
Besides, don't make me feel like you threaten my life God (why?)
I go and cop somethin that only come with a Tripod
(And the) Old school is puff puff, pass the spark up
And white kids got high, off of magic marker
Back when 40s was liquor (but now) now shorties is bigger
They wanna be down, y'all wannabe clowns, get a grip homes
Blastin the tool, you out of character dude
You not a felon or rider, you a fellow subscriber
Who is you tellin them lies to, don't push it to a limit
to mimic you benefiting to what, the gimmicks up, BLAH

[Chorus]
When shit get thick, clips start to spit (pusha man)
Push work wait wet and dipstick (pusha man)
You need product, I'ma be there, con of the year
Fuck givin my word, I solemnly swear
Swear to hold your fort - I solemnly swear
Keep a straight face in court - I said I solemnly swear
It's pusha man - incognito from the feds in the precinct
I solemnly swear to this game I pledge my allegiance

[Joe Budden]
Uhh.. it's killin me soft, jokers is actin like they really the boss
With a Milli Vanilli award cause they really a fraud
Milli's applaud if you ain't really my dawg
I crack Phillies with broads but now I'm sober they don't feel me no more
And G.P.s and V.I.P.s
I be O-T in D.C. with O-Zs so my time's up like O.C.
Uhh, when I hustle they thought that I went soft
Cause y'all jerked them for the price, I took twenty percent off
I don't drive I like shotguns, never pulled L's
I like shotguns, hate .22's I like shotguns
Non-descrip's talkin bout they got guns
Like tecs 4-5s and shotguns, really they never shot guns
Go 'head act like a gangsta claim to clap like a gangsta
It's all good fellas, now he rap like a gangsta
Hate me or love me, dap me or slug me
Scream FUCK ME but when things get ugly I get gully

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
Look, a cock nina should get me a hot beamer
Settin up shop in the suburbs, I'm gettin that white cream that Noxema
I'm good at duckin the cops subpoena
Cats is shook when alone but come tough when the cops are between us
Stash house was never empty, had the cracks on UP
Soprano came to see me, got barritoned UP
Had clientele crazy, every borough I hustled
Remember back in the day when you had to be thorough to hustle?
Cats hustle to feed they kin
Now every combo with a package to try to pitch for some sneakers and Timbs
Shit back in the day, niggaz looked at jail like school
Now new jacks is spittin bout jail like it's cool (dawg)
That ain't gangsta, I don't believe that, you don't believe it yourself
Gangsta's real, gangsta speaks for itself
A lot of gangstas is lifers and they gone right now
So fag cats is screamin gangsta, something's wrong right now

[Chorus]

Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
I hate y'all duuuuuuudes
That get real life and rap confuuuuuuused
Don't get it fucked up, and don't get shoooot
Tryin to be somethin you're nooooot
-- my niggaz want war, whatchu think you good for?

[Joe Budden]
Yeah you talk like them threats is real
A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real
I only spit what I live, and I play my part, feds know
You just talkin burners cause your A&R said so
Don't play the game like it's just a scrimmage
Don't think that what you hearrrin is just a image
How your songs though? You never spent a day in the bing
Niggaz is movin they mouths but they ain't sayin a thing
Half y'all vets is heartless and rep regardless
Only time you seen a courtroom was pressin charges
How you baggin up white, but won't scrap in a fight
Sheeeeit, c'mon mayne, shit ain't addin up right
When shit's thick, whatchu gon' do with that pound
But real recognize real, you must be new in this town
All I'm hearin is another nigga's life over tracks
And you lames ain't willin to lose your life over rap

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
Tired of hearin 'bout you rap dudes comin with the guns
Never caught a body, had the smell comin from the trunk
(And umm) I'm tired of hearin 'bout your 4's bust
While I was cuffed on a up North bus
Y'all fucked on a tour bus
All them stories 'bout you gettin money with gangsters
(Guess what?) The shit is pretty funny to gangsters
I'm tired of hearin 'bout that gat in your boot
Cause when it's said and done
and you finished that rap in the booth, it's back to the truth
And your shit is glass thug (and you) never outside
Cause youse a in the lab thug (youse a) pen and pad thug
It sounds good, you ain't pushin work in the projects
But you spittin 'bout it when you work on your project
Clown answer back, y'all never seen the hammers flash
Just photo shoots when cameras flash
All I'm hearin is another nigga's life over tracks
And you lames ain't willin to lose your life over rap

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
In direct beef between rappers, they be all thugs
See each other in the street and dap, it's all love
War stories ain't yours about the pounds your man got
Only time you move bricks is when the SoundScan drop
You ain't never cooked NOTHIN by that kitchen sink
And the only time you been behind bars was fixin a drink
You actin a fool, got real life and rap confused
With them ten o'clock songs, you just rappin the news
But I ain't mad atcha flow, he tryin to stack his dough
But everybody's a thug until them ratchets show
The same dudes that rap about (they get) stuck for all the 1's
And if everybody's a killer, where the fuck is all the punks?
I hope you gettin your loot; just remember
what you spit in the booth
There's other people that's livin proof
Y'all cats with all the mouth, just stay in your lane
And pray that a real NUCCA don't decide to call you out

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
I'm bout to say some shit to you
I might need you to answer back (Top)
Bad enough that the mic give me feedback
I ain't gotta come home and see that
(Top) Let me talk to you for a minute

[Lil' Mo]
I wanna know..
I, wanna know.. know, know know
Know-ow-owwwwwwwww
I believe I know
You'll be my baby, baby

[Joe Budden + (Lil' Mo)]
Let me talk to 'em
First off, all the questionin, I thought we was above that
We got some time and act like you wish to jerk that
C'mon don't tell me that we already endin
And f**k I need to cheat on you for, I'm already winnin
It's like (I wanna know) if I got a exit them tensions
Callin her names, tryin to make her feel like less of a woman
But nah, picture I shady, WON'T lie and say I DON'T lie
Once or twice maybe, forever you my lady MY
You gorgeous but, it's more than just your hips that talk
It's {??}, but want more
It's how we laugh, you know shall we not
My better half slash your eyes the vibe we got, it's like
(I wanna know) If I'm real in a deal
And then, she wanna know if I feel how she feel
And real when I'm dealin, please believe boo
Won't deceive you - it's not just a want, I need you

[Chorus: Lil' Mo + (Joe Budden)]
I wanna know if you'll always be my baby
(You my girl, my wiz, my life)
I need to know he'll always be me baby
(You my heart, my all, my wife)
I wanna know if you'll always be my baby
(You my girl, my wiz, my life)
(Bad enough that the mic give me feedback)
(I ain't gotta come home and see that)

[Joe Budden + (Lil' Mo)]
It's like (I wanna know) if I'm at some other broad's


Laughin in bed, she got it all mapped in her head
Ma, I'm all about, you and me
But you sloooooooowly losin me when you keep accusin me
I know why you be askin where I came from
Nothin wrong with arguin but we havin the same ones
Either you gon' ride out or you gon' spoil it
Either you gon' take a shit or get up off of the toilet
It's like (I wanna know) if I be lyin to her
Or if I think these other birds finer than her, so
-- So when your man's on the road, he don't see you
I don't want the sex to be the only thing that keeps you
I give you my all, just holla at me if you want more
You tired of hearin 'bout me talkin 'bout a jump off
-- You my girl, my wiz, my life
Ma we can't go wrong ma, listen to the horns ma

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden + (Lil' Mo)]
It's like (I wanna know) if my career catches fire
Out of all the woman in the world, why her?
Hold up now you gettin mad at yourself
Just take a look in the mirror, be proud of yourself
How many times I gotta tell ya, boo you all that I got
How many times I gotta tell ya, be secure in your spot
I understand so I can't knock it, but I'm your man stop it
Checkin my 2-way, and goin through my pants pockets
It's no need, you my girl, my wiz, my life
Look ma you - my heart, my all, my wife; and you pissed
cause you know other chicks would LOVE to smash your man
I tell 'em I'm aight, I take pride in that I'm your man
(My friends keep tellin me you ain't shit)
I done been through this before baby, same shit
Long as we know what we got, we can carry on boo
We can't go wrong ma, listen to the horns ma

[Chorus]

[Lil' Mo]
My girl, your wiz, your life
Your heart, your soul, your wife
I will be everything to you, oh baby
I wanna know, if you'll always be my baby..

[Joe Budden]
Uh-huh...
I just want everybody to kinda be clear..
Of what's takin place right now...
It's not an introduction, it's more like a beginning...
It's like the calm before the storm...
I guess you can sorta call it, the rebirth...
Or the birth period... it's the growth...
For all my real niggaz... real people in general...
It's never one-dimensional, it goes out to everybody...
If you can though... just kinda take some time out...
Relate to it

For all my mans that died, with grams at they side
Plans just to ride, gun jammed when he drive
Ballers who never made it out the hood
Cats who owed, but never made it out the hood
If they offered you pleas and you went to court with it
My dawgs doin time cause you got caught with it
Or if you need cheddar, blast heat whenever
And run from the cops cause you know the streets better
Dope niggaz who rich cause they know connects
Or dope niggaz who spit but got no connects
If you pitch to pay rent, but get no business
Life in the state pen but get no visits
Fend for yourself cause you ain't got no boys
Ride or die, cause really you ain't got no choice
If your alibi's straight when you're wanted on the stand
Soldiers that take they football numbers like a man
Hustle O-Z cause your product rich there
Hood know you snitch but you gotta live there
You held your man shot, you don't know where it hit him
And you tryin to buy guns, you don't know where to get 'em
If you strapped in the streets with your palms all black
Young G's that gotta see they moms on crack
Pop can't be found, hand me down
When you the oldest out of five, hold the family down
If you caught a body and your wiz hid you out
If you slept in the park when moms kicked you out
Or if you gonna die, you gon' leave with a slug
Idolized your big bro, but he was a thug
If you squeeze in leather first cause it never hurt
Street cats that never work cause it never worked
Or if you got your shit snatched, ripped clipped and masked
Too small for the kickback, but gotta get your shit back
Killed niggaz playin, was only boxin
Accept twenty flat as your only option
Calm in the jungle in between the system
If you high on parole and gotta clean your system
If you told 'em to stop, cause soon you'll lose it
When you pull up your pants bled, bullet wounds to prove it
Or if you grabbed the liquor, swallow it hard
If they drive-by on you but you follow the car
Full clip cause your foes is lurkin; or the D's at your door
with a picture cause you know this person
If you dead broke, but forced into extortin
Cause your girl pregnant and she don't want a abortion
Got charged but 'fore strap a gun anyway
Took the state's lawyer, but you won anyway
Stand up cats beat the odds by far
Real recognize real, R.R.R.

Don't mistake a amped up nucca.. for what?
For a stand up nucca.. I won't
If you a stand up nucca.. then what?
Then stand up nucca.. R.. R.. R..

Basically, that's about it...
Hope you people get a better understanding...
And roll with me... geah!
Let's get into it...

(feat. Kiyamma Griffin)

[1 - Joe Budden by himself]
[2 - Joe Budden and K.G. together]
[3 - K.G. singing by himself]

[Intro: K.G. & Joe Budden sing together]
When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep
And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep
Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see, yeah..
When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep
And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep
Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see..

[Verse]
[1] - And my heart is like
[3] - There's one thing poppa told me
[1] - If nothin else in this world, it's how to survive
[2] - When I'm against all odds, and when the odds against me
[3] - I travel wherever my path may lead
[2] - Knowin nobody got my back like me
[1] - I'm gonna survive
[2] - And if you walk in my shoes
[2] - Guarantee you'll be just like me
[1] - And my heart is like
[3] - And if you leave me alone in the V with the chrome
[3] - I won't hurt nothin, but I need to be alone
[1] - Nigga.. just me and my Sam Cooke tapes
[1] - And my heart is like
[3] - And baby if you don't understand
[3] - Then I gotta let you go... go... go...
[1] - Geah, I'm sorry baby
[1] - And my heart is like
[2] - I'm talkin all along the way
[2] - With all I used to say, I almost couldn't take it
[2] - Said I wouldn't make it, to be twenty-one
[2] - I'ma stand up on my own two
[1] - And my heart is like
[3] - I've travelled high and low and
[3] - If there's one thing I know I know I know
[3] - I know how to survive

[Chorus: K.G. & Joe Budden + (Joe Budden)]
When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep
And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep
Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see, yeah..
(And my heart is like)
When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep
And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep
Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see..
(And my heart is like)

[Verse]
[3] - Nigga I'm a soldier, ain't nobody gon' hold me down
[1] - Hold me down, nah
[3] - Now that I'm closer, all the snakes play me closely now
[1] - And my soul is like
[3] - Homey I'm a soldier, ain't nobody gon' hold me down
[1] - And my mind is like
[3] - Now that I'm closer, all the snakes play me closely now
[1] - And my soul is like
[2] - Just livin on the edge homey ain't no joke
[2] - And nah baby bro I don't smoke, but go ahead
[3] - Playa.. playahhh
[1] - You can like that, I'm good
[1] - And my soul is like
[3] - And baby if you don't understand
[3] - Then I gotta let you go... go... go...
[1] - I'm sorry baby
[2] - I remember when they hated on me but I made it homey yea
[2] - I remember when they hated on me, YEAH
[2] - Don't smile at me now, YEAHHHH
[1] - And my soul is like
[2] - If you wasn't there for the bad, nigga don't come when it's good
[2] - Naw dawg, it ain't all good
[2] - Wonder what made him think it was still all good, YEAHHHH
[1] - And my soul is like

[Chorus - substitute "and my soul is like" for Joe's solo lines]

[Verse]
[3] - Nigga I'm a soldier, ain't nobody gon' hold me down
[3] - Now that I'm closer, all the snakes play me closely now
[1] - And my heart is like
[3] - Homey I'm a soldier, ain't nobody gon' hold me down
[3] - Now that I'm closer, all the snakes play me closely now
[1] - And my heart is like.. I can't think right now
[1] - Can't cope, can't drink, can't smoke, uh-uh
[1] - And my soul is like.. I can't eat right now
[1] - I'm not healthy, I'm askin you God help me like - please
[1] - Show me somethin

[DJ Clue]
Yeah, the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Jump off Joe Buddens, on top
This go out to all my niggaz
You ain't gotta chain, but you got a mean muthafuckin' wrist game
All my ladies, you ain't got a car
But you gotta mean muthafuckin' heel game
Click them heels
You know how we do it
C'mon

[Joe Budden]
Whoa! (Haha)
Whoa! Okay Dub
Whoa! Have some fun with it

[Hook]
Mami, I'm there if you fine in the rear
We can get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah
And when I'm done slidin', you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here

[Verse 1]
I ain't got to tell homeboy, he know that
This is 'Matrix Reloaded' and Neo's back
I'm up, humble apologies, sorry clowns
I'm here for the long run, I ain't Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you want proof
I only buck in the air when the sky's in the booth
You gets liable to shoot
This twenty-two release some extra keyholes on the driver's side of your
coupe
Like, nighty night, here's your lullaby bitches
You might need just a lil' more than butterfly stitches
Get out of line and get stuck up duke
Lose your spines tryin' to touch us jukes
Get to the mall in a circle, guns out playin' "duck-duck-goose"
This shit is kinda aiight till I fuck in the booth
I'm sayin', I'm here, got my nine up in here
Thugs wanna rumble, I don't mind, nigga yeah

[Bridge]
And when I'm done slidin' up somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here

[Verse 2]
Like I don't roll with niggaz that'll lift 'ayn' chrome
Take a look at 'em, you can see they just skin and bones
Y'all talk about bricks when y'all know who move 'em
us real niggaz make withdrawls while y'all go through 'em
We carry long guns, we can contra on it
We talk about it, we live it, y'all ponder on it
Shit, ridiculously priced, us cons afford it
I'm talkin' straight cash, you might need a sponsor for it
But wait - ever met somebody that wouldn't chill
Every second he feel the need to let you know that he's real
Every second he wanna talk about his homies that died
And the people he killed and in the future all the people he will
Talk about who he stabbed and beat up, and he won't cool out
Yakety-yakkin', he's reminiscing on different shootouts
How he was there, shotties was blastin'
Cops came with body bags, and he's talkin', but nobody asked him
Naw - he want attention, he want his name yelled
Me and him always end up in the same cell
I'm pissed on the top bunk, I can't sleep
This guy ain't street, go 'head nigga I ain't beef
But feel me - stop there, who popped him where
Who you backed out on and had the whole block scared

[Bridge]
Ma when I'm done pokin' you from the rear
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here

[Verse 3]
Ma - you real aggressive, catchin' me of balance
It's a turn off, don't you know niggaz respect a challenge
Move a lil' slow gettin' at me
Treat the pussy like it's worth somethin', don't just go throwin' it at me
Cuz - while you doin' it at the same time
I'm thinkin' how many niggaz hit you wit that same line
Or - how many other niggaz you ran game to
How many niggaz you fucked or you gave brain to
How many other dudes houses you done came to
With condoms on you hopin' that he find 'em on you
And - I ain't tryin' to catch nothin' from you
So I'm caught up in a Catch-22
If I don't fuck her then I'm not like guys she met before
So while I'm turnin' her down she's just likin' me more
But if I do get to pokin', hit her with long strokin'
I now have a girlie on my hands that's open
I don't want her callin' me constantly
Thinkin' 'cause I fucked her she got a bond with me
I don't want her misunderstandin' a one night stand
It was just a nut, I'm not your man

[Hook]
Ma - I'm there, if you fine in the rear
We can get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah
And when I'm done slidin', you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here
Ma - I'm there, name a time and where
We can get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah
And when I'm done pokin' you from the rear
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here

[DJ Clue talking till end]

Chorus
Come and take a walk with me
I need all of y'all to come and take a walk with me
I need for all of y'all to feel what im goin' through
And see what I see, if u got time then take a walk with me
Wait a minute [now] , shit aint like I thought it would be
Come to jersey from new york with me, I know ur busy
But take the time out to walk with me,
Pay attention on this tour with me, maybe im seeing something wrong,
Come along and make sure with me, come and take a short walk with me,

Vs. 1
Yo,
im seeing a couple things wrong with the way that im living,
so come and walk with me I just need a second opinion,
ill introduce u to my friends, I gotta see if u notice
if they loyal or if they all got an alterior motive
they some snake Niggas, me and them don't deal anymore
ever since I got signed I don't know whats real anymore
im paranoid so excuse me if I seem to be nervous
but everybody from my past now they trying to resurface
trying to rekindle, they don't think i know they go limo
I got cousins I never knew they trying to pass me they demo
Maybe im wrong like I told u man I need g' ya opinion
Me and them never spoke before so I don't see whats so different
Dudes I don't know they recognize me start extending they hand
And I m trippin ready for beef when he was only a fan [why]
Cuz these Niggas in my hood say they don't like how im reppin
Let me know how strongly u feel, will I be needing my weapon
As some sort of protection,
should I carry a pen and pad and ask everybody in the fuckin hood for they suggestions
im letting the labels know that jersey city is gifted
when they aint no that jersey city existed
but its cool y'all
certain cats in jersey city so hateful, and certain cats in jersey city aint grateful
all they say is I don't chill anymore n ever since I got signed they don't think im real anymore
im told I shouldn't be alone cuz im a star in my hood
"sumthing might happen mouse, they know who u are in the hood", [they do]
so I cant tell u how I feel anymore
n ever since I got signed I cant tell whats real anymore

Chorus

Come and take a walk with me
I need all of y'all to come and take a walk with me
I need for all of y'all to feel what im goin' through
And see what I see, if u got time then take a walk with me
Wait a minute [now] , shit aint like I thought it would be
Come to jersey from new york with me, I know ur busy
But take the time out to walk with me,
Pay attention on this tour with me, maybe im seeing something wrong,
Come along and make sure with me, come and take a short walk with me

Vs. 2

See to me is heavy, but to u it may seem petty
Lets continue walking I know u aint tired already
Ill take u to meet my girl I gotta see if u notice
if she love me or if the bitch got an alterior motive
why am I hated cuz I handle my business
aint gotta look for a girl now a days cuz almost all these Niggas is bitches
see im often while we walking ill show u the drug dealers
and some dudes that hate me, word on the street's is they real killers [dog]
where was the hate back when I wasn't on my feet
a alcoholic, school dropout, just a bum on the street
where was the hate durin my adolescence
back when that physicatrist was trying hard to get me on them anti-depressants [o man]
I don't recall none of this happenin' back then
and I don't understand I was still rappin back then
so I gotta ride with a gun for trying to get my mom and pop up outa the slums
and provide for my son
if u met my baby moms would u notice if she was ready for a child
or if her ass had an alterior motive
I don't know what she's teaching Trey, but every day he get older
Angie's bitter and feel like now that im successful I owe her
Cuz she would hold me so tight when I was ready to relapse
Tell me to relax, I aint know no better straight outa rehab
Bottom line I was lonesome, but we was grown for each other
Angie I grown some, got bigger issues
If u went to Def Jam would u notice if they was out for my best interest
Or do they just see a dollar in Joeseph
Guess I aint sure how I feel anymore ever since I got signed I cant tell whats real anymore
I mean them same record execs. That wanted me in
don't care that im the next nigga they just wanna see spends [I swear]
Guess I aint sure how I feel anymore ever since I got signed I cant tell whats real anymore
U feeling me, dog

Chorus

Come and take a walk with me
I need all of y'all to come and take a walk with me
I need for all of y'all to feel what im goin' through
And see what I see, if u got time then take a walk with me
Wait a minute [now] , shit aint like I thought it would be
Come to jersey from new york with me, I know ur busy
But take the time out to walk with me,
Pay attention on this tour with me, maybe im seeing something wrong,
Come along and make sure with me, come and take a short walk with me

Intro:
Pump p Pump Pump
Pump p p Pump Pump it up
Pump p Pump Pump
Pump p p Pump Pump it up
Pump p p Pump Pump it up
(Just Blaze)
We gon' do it like
(Uuh, uuh, uhh)

Verse 1:
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on
More than 5 O's in ya bank then get it on
Roll up like that stank and get it on
Slank that fitted on, came to get it on
Hold up she want work that, twork that
Then again lemme hurt that, murk that
Til ya gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out
Boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin' Jersey back
(And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwin' it up
She drink a little hypno, throwin' it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut
(Uuh)

Chorus:
Fellas, Do ya thing lemme do my thang
I mean, Do ya thing lemme do my thang
Shorties, Move that thing mami move that thang
C'mon, Move that thing mami move that thang
Hustlers, Do ya thing lemme do my thang
Please tell the DJ, pump p p pump pump it up

Bridge:
I see some haters grillin'
I see some ladies chillin'
I see that girlie
I've been plottin' to get
She can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p Pump Pump it up

Verse 2:
OK, we was leaving we was done
Then she said "Can my people's come"
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something where the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine but ya girlfriends not
And then she wanna holdout getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on ya own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothin' on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hangin' out with the fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)

(Chorus)

Verse 3:
Y'all dudes keep talkin' 'bout ya ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Tellin' me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put ya mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey will change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin' with Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin' the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin' bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, whatchu want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is j j j jump off
j j Jump j j j j j j Jump off
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)

Okay Slay, you called in the right niggaz man
Yeah, JUMP OFF! (Yeah uhh, KaySlizzy)
Joey Crack, I see you out there in the B-X baby!
(Cook coke crack)

[Chorus: Joe]
Sweat is our cologne we grindin
House-landin homes we ballin
Duece to the game we payed 'em
Hits for y'all the same we bring 'em
Oh my, look what we got
Three boss players chillin in one spot
It's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe
and then - it's whoa-ohhhh-ohhhh

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uhh, yo, uhh
I gotta be "The Flyest" like my homie from Q-B
Niggaz know the Don be the sickest with jewelry
Niggaz seen the TS piece, and got they weight up
Do you see the size of this charm, Mr. Jacob
Nigga get your cake up, wanna get bling'd out
Whether sky-blue or chinchill, I'm minked out
Down in Miami, bitches say they love me
Niggaz gettin mad cause the bitches wanna fuck me
Always lend an ear when they man ain't listenin
Put somethin mean in they ear to glisten
Put 'em in the kitchen, let 'em get they bake on
Love it how your ass fallin out of the apron
We be makin love on the side of the road
in the back of the Maybach, the curtain is closed
You know how it go, we be laid back puffin the dro
Then it's back to the crib down on Coconut Grove
Youuuu know

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
Okay, hold up baby sweetie, lady darling
It's the, way you treat me; wait nah
It's the way I tap that last, she callin me pat that back
Ah dios mios when I smack that ass
It's that, pimped out demeanor
She pimped out with Senior, it's the good limp with the Nina
How I spit the 'caine game like I came from Yale
How the cops ca

Intro:
Pump p Pump Pump
Pump p p Pump Pump it up
Pump p Pump Pump
Pump p p Pump Pump it up
Pump p p Pump Pump it up
(Just Blaze)
We gon' do it like
(Uuh, uuh, uhh)

Verse 1:
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on
More than 5 O's in ya bank then get it on
Roll up like that stank and get it on
Slank that fitted on, came to get it on
Hold up she want work that, twork that
Then again lemme hurt that, murk that
Til ya gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out
Boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin' Jersey back
(And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin' she throwin' it up
She drink a little hypno, throwin' it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut
(Uuh)

Chorus:
Fellas, Do ya thing lemme do my thang
I mean, Do ya thing lemme do my thang
Shorties, Move that thing mami move that thang
C'mon, Move that thing mami move that thang
Hustlers, Do ya thing lemme do my thang
Please tell the DJ, pump p p pump pump it up

Bridge:
I see some haters grillin'
I see some ladies chillin'
I see that girlie
I've been plottin' to get
She can hop in the whip
And we can
Pump p p Pump Pump it up

Verse 2:
OK, we was leaving we was done
Then she said "Can my people's come"
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something where the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine but ya girlfriends not
And then she wanna holdout getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on ya own
My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothin' on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hangin' out with the fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)

(Chorus)

Verse 3:
Y'all dudes keep talkin' 'bout ya ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross-world find cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Tellin' me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put ya mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey will change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin' with Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin' the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin' bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa
Look, whatchu want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is j j j jump off
j j Jump j j j j j j Jump off
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)

[Intro: Joe Budden]
AYOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[Chorus 1: Nate Dogg]
Come quick, see
If you have a way wit' me
I know you wanna play me
All night, night, niiiiiiiiight
Girl look, see
Everything in the club is free
That's how it is when you wit' an O.G
Wit' big money
Girl we gon' leave
Right after this party

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
1, 2, 3 and to the fo'
Tell me what's good y'all its ya boy Joe
No need to answer y'all already know
Plenty fifths of Vodka, few jars of dro
I give a fuck if they play this on the radio
G'z in the buildin its all gravy though
I jus came for a lil bit fellatio
Cause 25 to 1 is the ratio
Got cops outside, "Like nah this can't be"
No need to ice grill we all family
We all got cash, none of us iz punks
But my rachet on me, yours iz in the trunk
Think that through fam, minds well quit here
Cause you won't get a chance to get there
Now lets RIDE
Baby lets SLIDE
If you wan' RIDE
Car iz out SIDE
Gangstaz lets RIDE

[Chorus 2: Nate Dogg w/ (Joe Budden)]
This is a Gangsta Party(Uh, uh)
We came to smoke in this party(Ok)
Lets get it crunk in this party(Oh)
We (Whoa)came (Whoa)to drink in this party(Whoa)
What's up but after this party(What's good?)
We came to leave wit' somebody
(How about yo' team, meet up wit my team and I'ma show y'all how gangstaz lean)
(AYOOOOOOOOOO!!!!)

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Come wit me
Lemme know if you smoke that weed
What do we have here now, if you puff la, la, la
I mean la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Look baby I'ma thug and gentleman, so I'll buy you a Corona
And at the same time try to bone ya
I won't stalk ya, keep tryna fone ya
I'll pass the ounce, get as high as you want ta
Leave wit a G, what harm'll do ya
Won't dim the lights and throw on some Luther
Legs behind, head in the headboard calm and soother
Like ma get looser
When's the last time you had a Don seduce ya
Look here this is rap this ain't Karma Sutra
Now lets RIDE
Baby lets SLIDE
If you wan' RIDE
Car iz out SIDE
Gangstaz lets RIDE

[Chorus 2: Nate Dogg w/ (Joe Budden)]
This is a Gangsta Party(Uh, uh)
We came to smoke in this party(Ok)
Lets get it crunk in this party(Oh)
We (Whoa)came (Whoa)to drink in this party(Whoa)
What's up but after this party(What's good?)
We came to leave wit' somebody
(How about yo' team, meet up wit my team and I'ma show y'all how gangstaz lean)
(AYOOOOOOOOOO!!!!)

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Lets get up tonite
Lemme know who wanna fuck tonite
When we done we can break up tonite
I had a wonderful time, thanks but goodnite
Got my teeaamm wit me, if you like me
If she ain't wifey, then she can't be seenn wit me
All of these hoes wanna seeemmm pretty
But you the only one I wanna brriiinngg wit me
Need to chill ma
On real ma
Only thing I chase is a dolla bill ma
So before I go ahead and get the champagne poppin
Hoe lemme know if it ain't a damn thing poppin
Leave at three, arrive at four
At five get live, at six you'll want more
Now lets RIDE
Baby lets SLIDE
If you wan' RIDE
Car iz out SIDE
Gangstaz lets RIDE

[Chorus 2: Nate Dogg w/ (Joe Budden)]
This is a Gangsta Party(Uh, uh)
We came to smoke in this party(Ok)
Lets get it crunk in this party(Oh)
We (Whoa)came (Whoa)to drink in this party(Whoa)
What's up but after this party(What's good?)
We came to leave wit' somebody
(How about yo' team, meet up wit my team and I'ma show y'all how gangstaz lean)
(AYOOOOOOOOOO!!!!)

Nothing stays the same forever.....not even me

Check this...check it

[Joe Budden - Verse 1]
Something must've changed me, n-ggas might defame me
But things that used to taint me, no longer seem to restrain me
Strangely I'm no longer sad man or angry
Shame-ably it pains me, feeling like this just ain't me
Mainly what do I tell all the people that thanked me
Mainly those who ordain me, aside from can you blame me
Motivation they was supplying me no longer providing me
Jason Williams something killed whatever was driving me
Worrying less about the past more about the now
Less about what I'm going though more about the how
It's for certain it's been 30 years being fit for hurting
Now I'm a different person with nohing to overcome in the mist of burdens
For certain, got 6 figures in my sock drawer
And honestly this year I expect to make a lot more
It's hard to live without a budget when life is corrupted
In a house thats so peaceful that I'm trying to disrupt it
Scream f**k it not because I have to but because I love it
Which makes me as fake as the puppets that I speak of disgusted
Without a paddle up sh-t's creek
Dig deep and see it ain't life it's just me
So be warned as I'm putting on like I'm deformed
Only so y'all can accept it as being my norm
Maybe I quit working on me, maybe I given up
Maybe I been lying to myself maybe I give a f-ck.

[Chorus]
It's enough to make you black out, pull a mac out
Aim it at the sky while I'm running from a black cloud
Every day we playin cat and mouse as I watch it hoverin over my glass house
It's enough to make you spazz out, pull a mac out
Aim it at the sky while I'm running from a black cloud
Tired enough for me to pass out, tired of running from the black cloud.

[Joe Budden - Verse 2]
I say it loud hoping someone can hear me clearly
Trying to make my girl get it she don't know it's very scary
But she's a nympho she can come barely near me
She still want the God and i don't think she's mary mary
The prettiest bitches they just want to service me
While n-ggas prettiest bitches wouldn't get a word from me
Some of you haven't heard from me some of you wouldn't mind murking me

Found that news funny likes its stright from Ron Burgundy
These n-ggas ain't never seen dough
They can't dream though i bump into 'em in between shows
People say im emo what that really mean though
Is though the song can't breathe I actually make it seem so
I lost loved ones because they couldn't deal with me
Cherish whoever still with me though the marriage be killed in me
Normally it's just me and my lonely mind
Everyone storm is different so this forecast is only mine
Fans recognize my misery uplifted me
Shifted me to my epitome, guess the curse is a gift to me
Maybe its serendipity, maybe it's weighing on me physically
Maybe I should man up and tell GOD not to solicit me
Been medicated, meditated
Sedated, hated
Character assassinated, all theses years I masqueraded
Hard headed, if it was on my mind I had to say it
Tongue on the devil's pitchfork to see how disaster tasted
Rap is fabricated, rappers are so exaggerated
Wouldn't be scared of the truth if they weren't castrated
Grab a mag, spray it, surrounded by people to shoot it before me
Better unconditionally love my beautiful ugly
Now lemme speak to who I cater to
Would you love me to say(or sang?), before my weeks were not favorable
Promised to maintain being unique but relatable
All while suffering from a disease that could do away with you
Poetry on the beat, spoken-word for the masses
Therapy over pro-tools, every word is on acid
Continents on Kush, every vowel is blunted
Highly wanted this whole organization privately funded
This is bigger than the Eiffle, this is alert to public
Had a cop us by our tunnels and our bridges with the rifle
Sentences meant to stifle, this is a man aching
This is the damn breaking, contraband in the making
This is panic unveiling, got potential but I never met it
He be trying to come over, it seem like GOD won't let it
Either he never got my invite or he jus dismissed it
But if all I'm hearing are the sounds of blackness, why am I pessimistic?
You'll never progress if you'll never try
All I ask, let every word I birth, never die
My wings spread, but when I'm at the sky
Weather didn't change like I thought and had me petrified.
[Chorus]

Come along, co-co-come, come along
But I don't trust niggas so make sure you come alone
I hand picked you you think sensibly
They friends with you don't need them to be friends with me
Come along I'm gonna take you to some spots that you might like
But bring shades you gonna need them for the bright lights
Grab a drink and invite dykes that like Vic's
We always end up fighting cause that's my vice
Come along, co-co-come, come along
And you'll see how it feels when you're sitting on the throne
When you're so much better but they act like it ain't known
So if somebody else is on it's a temporarily loan
Hard to compete when there ain't no competition
If everybody's the best why I feel like the comp missing
Forced to find inspiration when I never had to
So I go against myself it's a better battle
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Turn up the volume on a favorite song
We got so much in common
Except when it comes to rhyming
She feel like lyrics are so intrusive
I feel about her the way she feels about music
Shes cute
She don't like the words, she just like the beat
And I'm thinking me too BIOTCH

(Let It Breathe)
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Can't we dim the lights let me get in my zone
Come along, co-co-come, Come along
But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone
(Let It Breathe)

Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
And watch these niggas that's doing it all wrong
Throwback swag, nigga still doing rims
Still doing throwbacks, you still doin Timbs?
Looking for a way to save, you ain't earning no cake
Move back in with moms she won't turn you away
Then you all on the blogs showing off on CL
When it's followed by a K gotta know it's a mistake
Benefit of the doubt homie, if that ain't your daughters car
I suggest you stop rapping about a automar
Cause in return I'm just going to call a fraud
Every time I hear a bar about the balla you are
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
She gonna prolly drop her draws if she step into my home
She probably going to be on cock
It's Big enough to get lost in without Jack or John Locke
On the water like an island thinking' she on the dock
So she puttin in work so I'm thinking she on the clock
Slow down baby what you trying to prove?

When you live like me it's funny what one night can do

(Let It Breathe)
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Can't we dim the lights let me get in my zone
Come along, co-co-come, Come along
But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone
(Let It Breathe)

Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Is you niggas out your mind?
Is it hard to recognize when you out your prime?
Maybe they can't imagine living life without that shine
Walk around Hollywood like you're so in demand
But when label stop acting nigga so do the fans
Nigga you ain't a superstar, no allure bout you
And when you talk about me, it says more about you
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Wonder why I ain't around niggas changing tone that's the way it looks
But they really think whatever they say behind my back will manage to stay put
We know the same people, go the same places
From the same hood, can only be so evasive
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
When you're from where I'm from you're going to prolly meet the chrome
It ain't just me, it's like that where we all from
Thought some of them niggas just do it out of boredom
Some just preppin for the day they see a war come
Hanging in the wrong place if you never saw one
Come Along, co-co-come, Come Along
I don't know who you done dealt with in the past
Better be self sufficient ma you don't get a pass
Cause your thighs are thick and you got a little ass
You lookin for a suga daddy then go for it
Twenty something years old with nothing to show for it
Talkin' bout she was raised different
Well get your own pockets bitch so was I
Come along, co-co-come, Come along
I don't call them verses, they similar to poems
Similar to scriptures
Similar to pictures
You can stick to rap what we doing is much bigger

(Let It Breathe)
Come along, co-co-come, Come Along
Can't we dim the lights let me get in my zone
Come along, co-co-come, Come along
But I don't trust a soul so make sure you come alone
(Let It Breathe)

Pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me
Pray for me, somebody just pray for me
Somebody pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me
Somebody pray for me, need y'all to just pray for me
Now if it goes to the wire
I will never fall, I got the soul of a fighter
Walk barefoot over the coals through the fire
I thought the toll would be lighter
Make sure that blunt is rolled a little tighter
I tell 'em I'm just looking for some piece of mind
But they say I'm only working with a piece of mine
If I'm a do it it be on my own accord, no crutch
Swear to god I've never called upon the lord so much
Play the corner of the club, laughing at the wanna-bes
It's ironic cause they everything I wanna be
Would light a ton of reef
But that's gon' unleash
Everything I'm trying to hide underneath
Then I'd lose all I've earned
And if there's two things that I've learned
Is I'm the only thing at stake
And when you the only thing real
Really you the only thing fake
It must be time to escape from that
And fuck rhymes, might be time to escape from rap
Why should I be the only nigga to escape from the act?
So I lie since everybody just escapes from facts
Yo that sucka shit niggas be on I can't dig it
Joe ? won't lose even if you plan to rig it
Yeah, nothing to prove, with no fear of how I'm depicted
I'm here, won't move, I don't care to be evicted
You don't like how I move?
Well I ain't gonna keep still
Any nigga want me killed
Wanna leave me in the streets peeled
Well if it happens it happens, I believe in free will
Just know that ain't how we built
I'll call niggas that'll dead you for a cheap thrill
When the clips empty, they gonna try to refill
And I'm a be the dude to try and stop 'em like, "please chill."
Y'all know all I'm about
They keep putting up roadblocks
I keep finding alternate routes
Now success seems likely everybody wanna try me
I'm all for it, can't trip me up
I won't fall for it
I'm just a man without a care

Neighbor to heartache, roommate with despair
Reminded my past is darker
Cause when A.M. died I was staring at Travis Barker
Wishing it was something I could say to make him cheer up
And so I prayed ? he teared up
I ain't wanna see him go through that
The same shit that I feel, never showed you that
Cause it's none of nobody's business
And it just makes you look weaker
Every joke is just smoke
Look deeper, nevermind, don't bother
Some of y'all smarter
Enough ain't got sense that if you try harder
You'll get a glimpse of everything that I harbor
We all ain't got the strength to be a martyr
So to everyone who ever loved me:
I apologize and I'm sorry
Wholeheartedly, can't change it's just part of me
Not music, shit's art to me
Too fucked up to drive, here's the car keys
I don't care where we go, get it far from me
Choices I don't wanna make
I know I have to
Worlds going faster
So my ride or die chose the latter
I'm looking for a rush out of habit
Truth is, there is such thing as too much for a addict
Ain't the nigga I'm belittled as, riddle that, nigga come from middle class
If you speak to me, show a little class
Dropped out of school, a nigga couldn't sit through class
Learned to fall asleep through the sound of a pistol's blast
I come from where dad taught mom to get high
She's strong so we still got by
When I picked up the drug why the fuck was they surprised?
If it wasn't for your genes I wouldn't lust the supply
I come from a whole hood, telling me that I'm next
Handed me a mag, must've known that I was Complex
They say that you a wild individual
You just not getting my style, you too typical
Now everybody got a word for me
Shit y'all deem important ain't pertinent to me
Put your opinion with a feather, balance that
Grab medicine, when the success and the talent match
Now pray for them

[Fabolous]
These n-ggas losing their minds
You find that theres no reward
They say they already home
It's really clear they abroad
They sound like they boxed in
It's not just where they record
There's a cost to be the boss they can't clearly afford
Swear to the Lord, theres guns like the audience
You put on a show, my 40 clearly applauds
Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored
Plotting on a Kanye, but screaming where's my award
Ballin out of control, never won an ESPY
Bout to buy a black ghost and call that sh-t SP
Flow outta this World, I'm coming for my Moon man
You n-ggas slide back like that walkin on the moon dance
No glitter glean, handgun with a beam
Have some boys follow you, street fam, twitter team
Like you could f-ck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam aint the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this kid a teen
You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream
Audi coupe looking good so I went and copped it
Got that TT poppin' like a trending topic
My ride is matte black
My pride is that jack
It might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked
Anyway though, styles don't apply to me
Jeff Goldblum couldn't be more fly to me
Shorty say right after the suck f-ck proof
You hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose
You shoulda got the message that I chuck up deuce
Break em off and leave it
You seen my f-cked up tooth
It's f-cka bitch, there's more fish in the aquarium
I rarely hear no, like when n-ggas ask you to marry them
There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from
Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them

[Joe Budden]
Reporting live from the beacon
Booth tired from the beatin
Had foreplay all day
Prepin' the beatin' the mic for a threesome
With my vocal's bi-coastal, speakin til their eyes totaled
Mr wi-fi, out a franchise go to
Magic, standby local's
Watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the pro-tools
I teach you how to have models screaming get behind me
E-pills and maybach's aint gon matter if your tip is tiny
Nevermind me, we could get knee deep in the beef
Seek me with the heat but you'll need more to keep me on a leash
Here's a cc for the peeps that wanna see me in the streets
Invest in Rockports and be easy on your feet
Give a few hammers, a few semi's and a few snubs to a few crips,
Couple vampire's and true bloods
Gambling in casino's, have a hundred handing me my c-notes
The modern day gambino
I'm careful every step I take
You the n-gga walk up in a shootout with some pepperspray
That'd be the last mistake you ever make
Me I chop his head off from a rooftop
And race it downstairs just to see if I can catch his fade
Like groceries when I'm shooting at fags
Make sure the breads separated and put the fruits in a bag
Withstand the hatred
Dudes is falling off doing all they can to save it
But everybodys run stops ask Brandon Jacobs
What y'all call swag to me is all faggotry
Fours want blatt at me that'd equal more casualties
Abort the strategy
Or get attacked with that Duracell they put in your back
Now thats assault and battery
You can keep the b-tching to yourself
There's beams on every burner
These lasers, a petition wouldn't help!
What good is having shooters if they the type that miss?
Where I'm from, better be careful when you drive that whip
N-ggas put they life at risk for pies that flip
In my town Ben Affleck wouldnt try that sh-t

And if he did he'd get turned around burnt down
Tell 'em new jacks it'll be a while fore they eligible to earn the crown

[Lloyd Banks]
Acid out the baggie
This is more than dope
Flawless flow
F-cking off a sign every horoscope to wore my robes
Strappin up the corner cold, critical
Unquestioned, my opponents know
I shoot like capono, watch me own the show
Chromatose, toasted, getting money while I roam the coast
Stones and boats, mansions, homes, and hopes
I deserve 'em both, overdose
Time to earn my votes, watch me turn the volts
Voltage through a hater, this electric chair, danger
Yeah, I see ya
Now make way fore it turn to diarrhea
Hear a microphone will give you 3 of everything I wear yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style thats outta here, rare, thousands by the chair, square
Sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary
Get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your theory heat
I got a drop damp here, n-ggas try me barely
No one breathes, I need an ants ear, precious necessary
Got my mind on the cheddar kill my haters together
Bury em in abundance and starve there family's stomach's
Paper come in my thumbage, brand new fifties and hundreds
On point, just like the drum is
I'm warning them baby mothers
Got the hunger of a broke rapper
Kill you while I'm rollin up then smoke after
Catch you at your show, snatch ya, empty out the dough faster
Bentley off the scene, magnum Mo splasher, four packer
Southside n-gga spittin coke at ya!

[Royce Da 5'9"]
This is for the fronters and the naysayers
I'm about to scare away the drummers and the bass players
They say I'm out of my league on this one
So when I get done I want you to cut your f-ckin ears off, Twitpic 'em!
Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity
You gon be around here bout long as Justin Bieber's virginity
This is Jesus identity, mixed with weed
Hennessey, kennedy, king
Mixed with a kill or be killed, killer regime
Ill as you seen, switch
Y'all write all that hard sh-t then you fall right off, it's horrible
My oracle is all I offer, so before I borrow
You won't be here tomorrow flow
Sorry, I will probably Adios my body with somebody toast
This sh-t just practice
Sickest rapping Baptist
Kill your pastor, steal your chapstick
After that make you kiss a cactus
Then, take your hoe, make the hoe give the whole clique fellatio
Everyone, that wasn't the whole entourage on HBO
Then after that, I tell her, I can't do much with you, shawty!
I just found out I could fly to Dubai and hire buffy the body!
Dont call us if the bitches ain't flawless
If they are then we can hang like Aretha Franklin bra-less
The drunk me can box like the sober you
The sober me be more nervous than Waka Flocka in the voting booth
We beef like being deep and dumping K's
You beef like Lady Gaga and her stylist
Y'all get together to look good in front of a bunch of gays
My feng shui is a pump in the desert
You'll come up shorter than an Asian jumping out of a trunk in the desert
While my wolfpack looks for strippers and cocaine
N-ggas snitching, it's a shame
We call em male tattlers
Fiends touching they noses more than URL battlers
It's hard to spit saliva when you spit fire
So I'll just pour sugar in your gas tank
Put a banana in your tailpipe
Ah ha, so the car can fit the driver

Talk to em
Only my true motherfucker know
Realest shit I ever wrote it's, it's

Check this

I be at the mall
Walk up at in the store
Glance up at the wall
Pick out a few kicks
I need eleven in these
Mater a fact while you at it
Bring them in a size six
I take shorty shoes off
Like here try on these Jay's make shore them shit fit
But in my head it gets thick
Saying Joey fall back
Cause thats not your kid
I don't know you lil nigga
And plus I got a son of my own
But he's at home and the way he's being raised
I don't really condone (nah)
Cause his pops been gone
Fuck it ill explain it to him later when he grown
Enough to have a phone ask him why mommy hit me and he gotta sneak to call me whenever he's alone
So you wouldn't know it but i got a soft spot for you
She would share them same obstacles
Looking from the outside may seem like you neglecting but when he slips up and call me dad
I correct him
I protect him when baby girl start
Venting about you I say respect him
And though it seems out of order
My own mistakes has turn me into your biggest supporter
Fast forward you wouldn't believe
How I could love like mine what I didn't conceive
Try to help him be shit that I never achieve
Am I doing it for him or is it my own grieve to see
Me and my baby moms we don't do the conversations
Shame cramp in the back two bed room shack

With seven people living there just congregating
Some when you child with me i'm over compensating
I'm talking eight bedrooms seven baths
My son thinking that's the shit that only heaven have
Mines got a deeper pool yours get to see the view
White marble around the inger mines got gold and white
Yours just got to walk outside and the funny shit
The irony of it all and its sad
Cause you walk away
Yea i'm the step dad
And then you get on skype
Saying how you being whats the word
And I be in the back ground listening like this mother fucker here got some nerve
He says bye daddy I love you
I be wanting to snuff you but I wouldn't have him thinking less of you
But he's accepted and the shit is wild
He picks up on ever think and he's just a child
But through all my resistance
I'm afraid this two year old could already see the difference
He see you don't provide when your capable
Why we never fix things while we are still able to
So your annoyed kinda hampers me give my void
I always wanted a family
Just to greet when I get through the door
You gone to have to take the "L" I can't give you yours
I'll do all of da work
You ain't gotta be bothered
You could be a dad
I'll be his father
I relate though
So I know it hurts
Gotta be uncomfortable
When the role reverse
I been in your shoes my whole life nigga
Try these on I relate though so I know it hurts
Gotta be uncomfortable when the role reverse

Check it
No regrets, nigga no regards
I know the bar, raise mine, yall can lower yalls
What I lack in talent, I normally show in heart
Prolly why they want the encore before the show can start
So if you in my life, know ya part
That's the best way for us to never grow apart
Even through the mid-life crisis', yall know who the nicest is
Always tell it like it is in spite of it
Dudes frontin quite a bit, know i've grown tired of it
Sometimes you'd rather just watch the movie than write the script
Authentic, ????
More vintage, yall mimic, all gimmick
I ridicule what's been done
See I aint fooled by what's spewed bout they income
Lose some you win some
Perception, shit'll give you grey hairs and then some
Inception are you living a dream of livin in one
Haters see me get to thinking that it cant be all good
So I just kill them with the car, Brandy Norwood
And keep chasin success that yall scared of
Done carryin dead weight, I'm no longer the paul bearer
Check, I'm too grown for all the games I dont play with suckers
I'm on the sideline, just watchin the dave and busters
But when you think of Joe this is unrefutable (Not a word, he means irrefutable)
The paint is fucked up, but the picture gon' be beautiful

Its gonna be a short summer
Cause most of yall ain't built to last
It's gonna be a short summer
Cause soon enough your shit gon' pass
It's gonna be a short summer
You had your fun but now it's done
It's gonna be a short summer
A new season has begun

Which wrong are you an heir to
How can I be compared to
Nigga you fallin off with a parachute
Ya stack short, you got some earnin to do
You new school, just means you got some learnin to do
I dont care to argue
You to easy to tear apart through
What I hear is partial, that whole project is Sarah Marshall

And I dont know what type of shit you on
I tried to make you get the point but you was Chris Duhon
So where Ray Felton when you need em
When niggas show you who they really are you should believe them
Catch me with the top down, turnpike speedin
Bout to have Jersey on fire like Cleveland
With my back in the wall I ain't never got slayed shit
Lebron was king until that pressure got Wade
So if you marry the game i'll be at the alter waitin
With some niggas I dont call till its an altercation
Less bail money, less court cases
More mile high, more vacation
More of my back rubbed, more of my feet massaged
Had me thinkin she invented face time Steve Jobs
They can't stay afloat, they proll need a mention
We in two different boats, but yours need an engine
Nerve of you niggas I earth you niggas
Took the mirena out of shorty, gave birth to you niggas
Dog, I hear everything you say
You Steve Irwin to a upset stingray
A lighter to a upset Jean Grey
Now who's hotta, you notta
True scholar, new prada, a few dollars
Niggas want to hit em with the chrome like Blaka
I'm waiting for them when they get home like Posada
How did he compare a stove to hells kitchen
That just make a man real mad, Mel Gibson
So death to all the bullshit by any means
Kill em all, hang em from the ceilin using skinny jeans
For aspiring rappers that want to pop a can
For the families of Sean Bell, Oscar Grant
Nigga ya heat wave is almost up
Playing for keepsake you almost fucked
So when you talk about Joe
When you done being critical
Say the painter was wild
But he made sure the portrait was original

PARKS WAT UP

[Joe Budden - Verse 1:]
I broke down a while ago
Finally picking up the pieces
Memoirs of how the undefeated
Can feel depleted
I dont talk to God as a matter of fact I plead with
At times I hate my reflection and others I?m conceited
Half the time I?m arrogant other times I?m vengeful
At times it?s to convince me, at times it?s to convince you
Done a lot of wrong but I aint never felt resentful
Its been so many times I?ve lost track of who to repent to
Half the time I?m in the cut
Dont want you to notice me
Roll with me and you?ll see that I?m only awkward socially
Half the time I?m spiteful, double barrell rifle
I owe so many payback I feel like I got the right too
So if you need a case in point you can refer to Budden
And it will prove that painkillers never murdered nothing
All it did was make me succumb put ice in me
Put ice in me, make me numb
When I revisit the places it takes me from
I?m strong...

[Chorus:]
Strong enough to catch contact right
Smell it as soon as you get in my ride
See with me, rules never apply
Dont tell me how I should live my life
Put your seat back, got it if you need that
You should really fuck with me
Tell me if you wanna ride or die, la la la la la la la la

[Joe Budden - Verse 2:]
Listen up as the center reports
My inner thoughts are like a inner war
Headaches act as a trembling force on my mental ward
Mentals distraught
Every word fromt his sentence the boss
It?s brought to you like the people your ministers Porsche
Tight roping on dental floss
Before the haters begin to get lost
Coke and weed got my temperment off
But why would my temper get lost
When as soon as the temperature frost
I?m probably having intercourse in a resort
Criminal report, pricey condo?s at a minimal cost
My train of thought aint as simple as yours
So if our paths happen to incidentally cross
I pray that you can overlook all my miniature flaws
Until then lets let the bass kick
Take the shots straight I dont see a need to chase it

Trying to fight the urge til there?s something to replace it
I welcome ya?ll to be my co-pilots on this spaceship

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden - Verse 3:]
Yo, me and the game would get so blunted
We?d order take out from the chinese stores
They make sure you bring change for a hundred
Rob em, safety on the metal?s off
Figured if we beat the breaks off em
Then how the fuck was he gon pedal off
Some live and die by the high, I was born by it
Since Pac gave my mom the needle like go on try it
Got me feeling like aint a nigga can harm me
So I go and scoop a mommy that wanna come join the army
She was so militant, disciplined, intelligent
So I whispered to her, bet you wouldnt mind shilling it
I got to know her on my sofa
I gave her my honourable discharge and she took like a soldier
Since she the type you gotta watch when she come around
Really she only get high so she can come down
Lost her when I said she aint gotta settle
Once you start to handle life you?ll be on the same level

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[Crooked I - Verse 4:]
When I was five this what my father said
I should have pulled you out and left you on your momma?s waterbed
You asked me, my poppa?s dead
Alcoholic jeans from him since a toddler bottle fed
Put me on your stainless, I?m brainless, I?m a hollow head
My life was the crazyiest
Surprised I?m even walking, can you blame me if I?m atheist
But I aint Stephen Hawkings
I know God is in my radius
I can see him walking in the face of an innocent baby but not when preacher?s talking
My people sleep in coffins I miss em I?m breaking down in the face of a bad bitch that I?m supposed to be taking down
Baby ride while I?m crying, I?m dying inside
Cause my pain is beside a giant lethiathon and I?m hiding from the World
They hit me with everything but the kitchen sink
How ironic? same place I vomit when I lick a drink
Apparently I need to get a shrink
How can therapy take care of me when I don?t give a fuck what niggas think!

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When the night falls, and the smoke clears
Millions of miles away, yet they so near
I remember memories, so I?m never lead astray
When tomorrow comes I know it?s only due to yesterday
Without a boundary, check my latitute
New attitude, see I?m grateful for having grattitude
I?m not complacent, but got no regrets
Few hatin niggas want to see me regress
Deep breath, life is too short for me to be stressed
Interpret ice grillin and their way of sayin he?s blessed
You wanna hate, I got my own show, be my guest
Remember doctors used to tell me I was depressed
At the time was dating a model with double d chest
Till I thought, then she laughed that shit off and said these?s F?s
Before I bought my first gun, was already armed
Teach you bout coof, little bit of class heavy charm
Used to get my laughs(?), for a nice chain, heavy charm
High school drop out, but went to every prom
Now everyone I went to high school with
They 30 years plus still on some high school shit
Seems like all the fly niggas, and bitches that was well off
Is junk head high niggas, all the bitches fell off
From surgery, rappin to niggas that never heard of me
Burglaries, dappin up niggas that want to murder me
If you close minded, I call that an emergency
Blind fold yourself as if there?s nothin more to further see
Honestly that?s absurd to me

If the sky is the limit then where is the urgency
I embrace life, I?m so carefree
I won?t judge y?all if you don?t care to be
Just know no matter who you are, the right system
Can turn a role player into a superstar
I?m talking rock bottom, a whole ?nother teir
Stuck in the moment made me move to a whole ?nother year
How?d I become straight forward, no baggage
Y?all can run from the past, I?ma make my way towards it
Nigga I remember stage fright
Back when I didn?t know if I could rock the stage right
Who knew I?d end up being the nicest
My point, hard to come up short when shit is priceless
Hard to come up short when shit is priceless

I can?t explain it, I just gotta embrace it
But something got me feeling this way
Instead of running, I?m waiting here for it
Cause nothin ever felt this great
I?m stuck in the moment
Stuck in the moment, the moment
Stuck in the moment, the moment
Stuck in the moment

Woooh. The weekend is here... (Aye)
Which only means one thing. It's time to call up that old faithful weekend warrior.
And ladies if you don't know what the weekend warrior is, 9 times out of 9 you are definitely the weekend warrior
(oh yea, you're it)
Now the weekend warrior is the girl that you never see during the weekday, you don't know what it that she does
Where's she's from, what's her name (you don't know, who she is)
She doesn't know who your family, your friends, (you don't know)
She just comes in, goes straight to the room, get naked
And waits for instructions
She leaves out, tells the doorman, "this time again next weekend"
And he says, "I know that's right" (see you later)
Now the weekend warrior we've never seen in the daylight
She may even be a vampire, I don't know (true blood, baby)

But I know is when she leaves, I am very pleased (too cold, baby)
And can't wait til next weekend
Weekend warrior, come out and play-ay
Now the weekend warrior doesn't need no juice, no water, you don't have to be a great host
(she don't need no juice, she don't need no food)
All she comes with is a bottle of Purell
Gotta keep it clean, baby
Weekend warrior, I know you're out there.
(Jazzy adlibs)