Joe Budden

[fox69]

"Overkill"
(feat. Heartbreak)

"Overkill"
(feat. Heartbreak)



[Heartbreak]
Be advised, this kid is on his grind
If greatness is what you seek I'm the nigga you will find (me!)
I'm lyrically inclined - rap's like tacklin fish
with no hook, you can't get 'em on the line
Given a little time, Jersey City will prevail
The writtens I'm spittin sound like I'm fishin for a whale (uh-huh)
Of course I'm sicker, my flow off the Richter
I'm forcin niggaz to get a bigger scale
I gotta excel, so I sell X
You're like Nextel, who you gon' tell next? (who?)
Can't grind off packs cause y'all watchin 'em
I ain't see a dime off rap cause y'all droppin 'em
I go hard on tracks, ain't get a buck from it
And as far as rats I hope the fucks plummet (fall)
I like to mix karate with gunplay
So all you dumb chumps get nunchucked to gun-butted
The opposite of what y'all embrace
The game wants lames that'll march in place
Uh, one of the last from the Garden State
that spit like he in a jungle goin hard with apes (nigga)

[Joe Budden]
L-look, look
Comin up, used to grab the pound for a dollar
Overseas, now prefer the pound over the dollar
Fuckin with that water you get drowned somethin proper
He act like an inmate but sound like a scholar
I mean - hoppin out, chain danglin, poker grill
Sober still, except for an occasional dose of pills
Show the steel, all of it 'til it's overkill
For Oprah bills I'll turn this bitch into Cloverfield! (nigga)
I understand why niggaz ain't tryin to bond with me (why?)
Fresh as a fuck, e'ry day is like the prom for me
Rappers ain't fond of me, FRRUCK them, my mom should be
The game's fixed anyway - and you could ask Tim Donaghy
I'm on some all kinda weed, sleep where the piranhas be
And honestly (f'real) I'm e'rything dudes be tryin to be
I get money and haul off (now)
While they at rock bottom, the poor guys can't even fall off (Joey!)
I'm all Spartan, avoid the four sparkin
Cause e'rything is funny 'til a nigga's George Carlin
Not greedy, I just want a portion of the fortune
If all rappers do is record, why would I call 'em?
Look, I ain't heard of that (nah)
And these haters (Killin' Me Softly)
but I don't mind takin on Roberta's Flack
I'm known to 1-8-7, murder tracks
Go and tell whoever wan' know the king of Jers' is back!

 

[fox69]

"Pain Won't Stop"

"Pain Won't Stop"


[Hook:]
Oh, the pain won't stop (the pain don't stop)
Almost like it's got a hold on me (on me)
Shackles and cuffs, I can be no more than a slave
And still the pain won't stop
Like my demons got control of me
Won't take me alive
I guess someone's gonna see the crime

[Bridge:]
And it won't be me, and it can't be me
And it won't be me, I won't let it be me
And it won't be me, and it can't be me
And it won't be me, I won't let it be me

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
I'm staring at the pain in the mirror, or is it a facsimile?
Question hurts more than the fact that it resembles me
Thought em all in the past, I mean essentially
So when we side by side I just act like it's all a memory
And then I got a whole market of fans
With no clue what I speak of, but some of ya'll understand
If you knew about my woes you wouldn't target the man
And if you did it'd be about more than a marketing plan
I got a heart that's ice cold, I've been trying to melt, it's talent
Honest to ya'll, all while lying to myself
Seem like I do the most damage, all when trying to help
And no one asked for it, I decided myself
You think the road a nigga traveled
Has been long enough for ya'll to see the winner in him?
Don't know if I'm fighting my demons or going to dinner with em
I sit across from that table just looking brave and tough
But it's only right they get the check, figured that I paid enough

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Fans say they waitin on a break up, don't want me at the altar
But how would their lives alter, I figure how could they fault ya?
Followed me in this business, you witnessed me go through torture
With my ex's so what if? Wish I wouldn't want anymore
Begs the question what do niggas really want in me?
Couldn't be as simple as misery loving company
Can't be as cliché as being a gift and a curse
But how could you ever claim to love someone then wish em the worst?
It appears my happiness has some people resenting me
Should I appreciate love that come with contingencies?
Ya'll get mad whenever someone else mentions me
Ironic, got a ex that's showing similar tendencies
Spite stems from hate, I try to never be near it
Do you only want the best for Joe when we could share it?
That can become obsessive like you wouldn't believe
Don't take my word, just look at what happened to Steve
It got Raqi looking rocky, had em by me and I watched em both deteriorate
Was ugly if you trust me then you wouldn't want to share their fate
And so it seems the people I'd jump in the casket for
Their mind's playing tricks, I wish they knew they mattered more
Would they ask for more or would that will subside?
Poured my heart out all these years, I'm shocked I'm still alive
Tell him like I toast Stack, it gets no realer
You love something too much, guarantee it'll kill ya, for real

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
I crashed a million times, still I'm without a dent
They come to me to air it out but I'm without a vent
I have nightmares about the shit I thought I said
Cried enough that Posturepedic is a waterbed
Look at you like a nobody, it ain't much I could ask of you
And I'd give you a hand but what the fuck would you attach it to?
Finish one chore, God will give throw you some more shit
It's not enough I'm fighting mine still I battle your shit

[Hook]

[Bridge]

 

[fox69]

"Poker In The Sky"

"Poker In The Sky"



Just trying to explain the unexplainable
More than trying to attain the unattainable
Trying to make it sustainable
Collecting all the parts, see if they interchangeable
Killing me slow, but I'm glad it's entertaining you
Everyday it amaze me
The same thinking that pay me the same thinking that plagues me
How can I think I'm crazy? Sway me
Cause to profit off of shit that aches me is actually pretty wavy
I'm painting the perfect picture
Only perfect cause the imperfections are highlighted
To gross currency off of that kinda sickness
Changes the meaning of mind my business
Giving what was given to me
So the soldiers come over unsober
And call me Yoda instead of Joseph
I be like "why they come to me for advice?"
They should really come to me for a vice
I got 'em all
Got a counter full of liquor, pocket full of pills
The illusion of control, I can tell you how it feels
Accounts full of paper and the women I play with
All got criminal bodies, innocent faces
Come around and we have a ball, could have it all
Well, I ran out of Adderall, but that's a matter of a call, check it
Odds is they start telling me they hardships
Regardless, they end up wanting hard dick, aww shit
You would think they been ordained
Got her legs in the air, she screaming the Lord's name
I'm feeding her more game, more game, more game
I started fucking her mind, that's when all them thoughts came
She keep saying if I want her I should fight for her
My plight for her says I don't know if I'm right for her
Even so know there's a fire I ignite for her
Staring at her ceiling, seeing me like I'm a nightcrawler
It's like she love me, but she don't
That's when she lose me, that's when she confuse me
It's what I get appalled with, can't call it
She think I should remove her hurt since I installed it
But I wish she knew I was returned 2 birds
Feel it hurt me more knowing I hurt you
Even though it exists I don't ever bring it up
We don't be doing nothing, but it's everything to us
Presently she bring up the past and it's filthy
You not talking to who I was or who I will be
But that's my own assignment
You want to take all the feelings and the time spent
And give it realignment
Check the catalog, lateral God
I self-sabotage, I'd explain further, but I'd rather not
Salute, on me, everybody have a shot
I do it for the niggas they said wouldn't have a shot
But some days are better than some days
Still yet here I stand on numb legs
Women don't give a fuck that I have these scars
I'm fucking the same hoes that the athletes are
What a rollercoaster, we argued and we sexed
Face in her box, James Harden in her texts
Nigga from the Clippers every morning text her "good morning"
She be sleep, he just be talking to me, my nigga
None of this is a pain to see
I only care about her if she pertains to me
Shit I'm tending to emergencies with urgency
That urge in me is my daily fight in her purging me
Fuck hoes, I ain't got time to be sprung now
Grandpa's cancer just made it to his lungs now
In 2012, docs gave him few months; wild
He's alive somehow, outlived 2 sons, wow
So no the observation
Says he'll die quicker with chemo and radiation
He ain't strong enough to even go through operation
Know that death's coming, he just in the house waiting
So you telling me there ain't a way to fix the shit?
Or is grandpa too old for you to give a shit?
Let's switch the shit, give you my predicament
Wonder how you would feel if I was telling yours live with it
And it's traveling to his heart soon
Of course it all hit me like a harpoon
I was in shock and then it was all clearer
When he called me and asked me to be his pallbearer
I was floored
But then the next second was back
To being self-centered, self-absorbed
And it became about me, fought it off long enough
I could help carry your weight, but I ain't strong enough
But why do I have to be?
This the shit I be naturally asking me, I'm such a catastrophe
See me breaking down with my father in back of me
So for me to attend, I'm trying to think of a strategy
But I'm happy for my dad
He was incarcerated, but his mama didn't make it
So for him to get that chance again with you
Means the world, he could be there til it end for you and me
I bleed out through this pen for you
Can't carry this around, gotta vent, it's due
Cause now, grandpa'll be closer to his wife
Have cards when I come, we playing poker in the sky

 

[fox69]

"Porno Star"

"Porno Star"


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 style
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]

 

[fox69]

"Pray For Me"

"Pray For Me"



Look, I woke up without a heart beat
But I remember we was just in the car deep
Was at a light and got approached by a car thief
He pulled out but didn't ask for no car keys
A loud noise without a voice but I'm tryna scream out shit is not fair
I can't tell you where I'm at or how I got here
Surrounded by all white maybe its just cloudy
Escorted by two men who knew everything about me
Both of them so strong kept saying hold on
Feel like my souls gone naked no clothes on
I know this can't be my fate I scream WAIT!
as they drop me infront of a gate
They left no trace...
I can see my every breath like a cold day
Stood before a man with no face
he said to me...

Please don't make this any harder...

WHO THE FUCK IS YOU?

My child I'm your father...

I only got one dad!

Is that a fact to you? He left you when you was young I brought him back to you
Your real close to heaven, few get to step in
now tell me what you've done to deserve to be let in?

Look I'm far from a christian Not big on religion
But aint done too much wrong my entire time living
Never killed never tried too tho I been lied to
Was once suicidal never read the bible
I always been a care taker tried to nurse people
At times it back fired hurt people hurt people
Plus I never use your name in vain
But you should know everything I'm being asked to explain

I know you stole from your mothers purse

You can't count that, that was way back when!

Its still a sin

But I was ten!

You robbed people, stole

Yeah and YOU made me see jail!

but I also seen you lay your hands on a female
sold drugs to parents none of that was needed
abandenned your child, on every girl you cheated
Done wrong to people that only want the best for you
Any time you thought you were alone I was next to you

When it came to baby moms GOD you gave me the worse one!

but that was your second child Joe you shouldn't killed the first one

I aint have a job aint have a pot to piss in

Look I gave you a gift and you made the wrong decision
Held onto resentments even in doing business
I lead by example, I teach forgiveness your entry can not be Gur-an-teed
not when you live with anger, envy, greed
pride, sloth, lust even gluttony
everything you shouldn't if you woulda joined my company

Look I'm only human I aint perfect.

That I understand. When I take you out a jam
you don't even think to worship, and when you do...
you never talk about what you can do for me its what I can do for you?
I blessed you with health, family and wealth
with all the blessings you received you still always want help

Yeah theres been times in my life I needed help to make money
But why everything I love you manage to take from me?
Yet you stand there an question a nigga that tries hard
and finds a way when you keep dealing them FUCKED up cards!
You make mistakes like ME far as I can see
I think its a mockery whenever rich niggas win the lottery
Gave us Busch twice God I hate to be rude
But you let skinny niggas starve give obese niggas food
THE NERVE of you telling me I don't deserve to stay here
When you gave us drugs and GUNS you put AIDS here!
Take a look at you, your actions are cold hearted
The harsh shit is you bring babies in the world retarded
I know most my actions put me in a cell
But how you mad at me when you put me in the hell

See my child you need gratitude, maybe just a sample
I never give a person anything they cant handle
Don't tell me about everything you had to go through
there's reasons for my actions even if I never showed you
Kept trying with you all you did was hurt me
still gave you chances to prove that you was worthy
and so I sat with you on a train I asked you for change
you kept calling me names. Prolly didnt notice
I was the store clerk, you put the gun to me get money for more work
my child I know you have it in you to indeed stop
this is not your final calling just a brief stop
Hope you heed my words and understand
so when I see you back you should be a better man
look at life different the next time we see each other
there be no need for talk whenever we meet each other

 

[fox69]

"Pump It Up"

"Pump It Up"


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)

[Chorus]
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!

[Bridge]
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
She 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 on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your 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 nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)

[Chorus]

Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's a white gold cross with a real fine cubic
Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin wit 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, Want you 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 Jump off
Uuh, uuh, uuh

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Pump It Up (Remix)"
(feat. Jay-Z)

"Pump It Up (Remix)"
(feat. Jay-Z)



[jay-z]
gimme that beat fool, its a full time jack move
dont worry skano ill give it back soon
just havin a little fun, wassup my nigga?
S dot collection
black album comin soon
just gonna vent a little bit
have a little fun with it
yes yes

hey nobody dumpin on hove
you aint in sanitation or sanitarium
what are you crazy jay-z'll bury em
i'll get you drug out the club they have to carry em
your head bug out i'll raid niggas scared of em
worry im not mike jordan
of the mic recordin
hovi baby you kobe, maybe tracy mcgrady
matter fact you harold miner, jr rider
washed up on marijuana
even worse you a pervis ellis
you worthless fella
you aint no athlete you shawn bradley
i aint talkin to nobody in particular
my flow just vehicular homicide whem im kicken em
yes, anybody in my path
is a car crash waitin to happen
nigga what?
i got my foot on the door
on the post of this rap game and i aint lettin up
yea whos the nicest life of lifeless mic devices
and i dont write this i just mic this
i will it to happen
one take hove im real in this rappin
my new name is just the facts
while the rest of yall just adjust the facts
put words together, just to match
i say what i feel yall adjust to that
i do the opposite of yall so i just attract
the realer audience usually unjustly black
know my flow and the shit they go just match
like the sound of my voice and a choice just track
i just tackle the something the flack of the public
nothin, i know real niggas happen to love it
if you dont like it or look in the mirror
most likely you aint livin so you dont get it
you aint did it so you can envision it
the picture im paintin aint vivid
the language im spittin is so foreign to ya
she was starvin a dude to ya
growin up hard in a little apartment illude to ya
im just talkin to ya

[joe budden]

gimme that beat fool
its a full time jack move
fine jay web said take it back dude
its hot
minute or to we play ball now
listen im just havin some fun
no

part in the future
sing the track now
spend a good week hova
you can bring it back now
all these rappers is cookin crack now
took the realness out the game its time to put it back in
the fans finally got it understood they just gappin
while joeys in the hood like madden
whoa
success is wrapped up
checks just rack up
everybodys a killer but the deaths dont add up
everybodys a hustler but the money aint comin in
yall is it just my math sucks? nah
time im a super stuck cheat they wealth
everybodys so scurred to just be they self
and the base and your boys get found like the cool
so we could sound like loon or pound like boom
dont end up a dead man for the cheddar
the way to play is joey in *Def Jam Vendetta* for real
on your pro two blues and dont be shocked
open the booth door we be like old school move it
aint goin to be a tray fee jay-z they be murdered
joey the future im more like dirt
anybody buyin respect me
try and wet me
yall dudes will never make it
your a Tyus Edney
im a standout like Yao Ming
im whats sparkin now
like fallback Shaq
im startin now
boys poppin it toys poppin spit
im not from round these parts im Stojakovic
let me hear your man say im the Jordan of rappin
he's gettin fatigued girlie his scorin is lackin
legacy is gettin ruined and you dont want that
so pretty much learn from him
dont come back
and rap is gettin wag top
g's are steppin
cause you are not that hot
dont believe the yes men
it aint about whos better than uh
its so evident
they hard to be real with no evidence
and i aint comin at jay
cuz hes the greatest dreamer
but he already laid the way
im just layin my seed in
not the same way i was
dude im done drivin now
im in your 745 plus 2
dont have your label call mine
no extracurricular
rappers is all girls who is extraparticular
seen many men with the jade
next time you listen to many men ill make sure you relate
only jay coulda came
just blazed it like me
everybody else chills
just glazed kid agree
packin a mackin in the back of an acura no
flappin the gat we be rappin the caddy but naw
what you want punk
double clip pump
ride by slump forth cocked playa on top
hater warm rock with his teeth toes wrapped
with the brand new savior of east coast rap
dont worry yo i'll bring the east coast back
no parties this aint a movie but meet joe black
tryin to relate to it i just speak those facts
if you was in the front now your seat goes back
what the deallin
like new york been soft since bin laden came thru and crushed the buildings
kinda restore the feelin this is to be continued
im just speakin through ya

 

[fox69]

"Pusha Man"

"Pusha Man"


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 façade 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]

 

[fox69]

"Quality Of Life"

"Quality Of Life"



Some niggas drink away the pain
I think of ways to gain
And it happens so naturally you think it’s pre-ordained
Straight? escape from that ball and chain
Can’t tell if I was in it for the long hall of fame wait
I’m laying low on the Island
Been learnt that saying no is a talent
Niggas want beef but keeping up is a challenge
Can’t tell if I’m tryna get even or find a balance
But I’m much closer I won’t front
Hoes love it, so sober yet he’s so blunt
A charming asshole, want him all the same
Tell him I feel the ice as its forming in my veins
Chasing the high so much that we both hurting
To the point it ain't even about the other person
So we’re even, I’m in love with her rear and her pussy
And she in love with the idea of what I could be
On top of the world but it’s higher to fall
Whats the point in dreaming big if you acquired it all
But if lyricism is back, I helped it spearhead
If we order Cl's make mine a year ahead
I skip the club line and don’t get turned around
For girls come at a high volume I don’t turn them down
No pregnant hoes and no minors
A1 bars with Em as a co-signer
I fill the counter up without checking the cost yet
I ain’t rich my nigga but check the way I offset
Don’t get confused by the Bentleys and the Corvettes
Got stories from my hood that’ll rival those of war vets
Jersey city helped ‘im mould to what I amounted to
My only beef is that they don’t hold itself accoutanble so
A few resent me, but I’m cool with it
They handed me the city before I knew what to do with it
This last chick that I put under the wing
Has taught me the younger the age, the younger she think
I mean she shaped like a Stallion with bomb sex but don’t understand me when I’m trying not to be complex
Done raising my voice, I ain't with it
Whats the point of arguing if she ain't gonna get it
Plus my future’s now, her’s is down the pipline
And that's the difference between a good time and a lifetime
But my current situation is I keep meeting chicks that need a way outta their current situation
Some cool, some silly, some serious
They tryna come up, I’m tryna cum period
Nah, I don’t do the pick up lines
I give her the number to the chauffer with a pick up time
One week and it’s Vegas, the next week it’s Turks
Hard to love a dude for him when it come with that many perks
I need a sign she attracted to more than designer fabrics
If by chance I’m passed my prime I’m tryna lap it
Too many checks to deposit
Smoke too many bones, no skeletons in my closet
We’re talking rap off the work that I got
If I ain't crack your top 10 you should reserve me a spot
Till then, I play the strip club in jerz rocking
So when life flash before my eyes, it’s all worth watching
I’m ’bout honor and respect and boredom just made me rent a condo on the edge
If God gave me anything I was hoping for a dope galore
Try to quit, smoking more, just met her going raw
So how could we end up trusting eachother
When our bond started out with us judging eachother
Both fronting like yeah, we just fucking each other
But nobody getting fooled while we bluffing each other
Got one girl, got too much history with
Another that's never happy, too much misery with
Another that’ll gussle shots til she literally sick
And another that only text me to say “give me some dick”
I swear, how could you ever say Joe went soft
When if I tell you my problems, you think I’m showing off
I keep it quiet, it’s all covered at my end
My quality of life is pretty high end

 

[fox69]

"Real Life In Rap"

"Real Life In Rap"


[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]