Joe Budden

[fox69]

"Realestate"

"Realestate"


Yea... Joey...
It's that on top muzik!
Yea, wait a minute!

[Verse 1:]
Yo, I left the jumpsuit on a park bench
Slept there, smellin like the park stench
Freezin, covered with a dark trench
That room, more like the Kryptonite to my Clark Kent
Tired of all the IQ tests, and all the arguments
Nurses light the candles with the calm scents
I ain't been calm since, they actin like I ain't got any common sense
Too much time spent for a godsend
So I left on my own reconnaissance, handful of Klonopins
Lookin for a car jack vict', preferably dark tints
Seems you got to eat to get even and my odds slim
They say I'm a animal, cannibal, hannibal
Lookin at my past I see how that's understandable
So you god damn right I'm unmanageable
Everything I'm lookin at is a fuckin intangible
Got me thinking that I'm really a skits
Maybe that room didn't really exist, cause I left, but...

[Hook:]
These walls still closing, and the room starts spinnin
And the ceiling starts falling and the devil starts grinnin
The floor starts droppin and my eyes get heavy
Then ears start bleeding from the lies niggas fed me
Then the door slams shut and my legs try to run
But my feet won't move then my body gets numb
And I ain't on pills, I can't explain how I feel
Will somebody tell me this ain't real?!
Realestate

[Verse 2:]
My reality is reality
They reality is all perception
In my reality that's an infection
My reality don't want no part of that detection
So I pick it up and move it to another section
They reality you would think is full of perfection
Correction, they reality is all deception
In reality only few will make that connection
But if you like me you know not to take that direction
If reality is dead, I'm the resurrection
Nominate myself so let's skip over the election
They'll say I'm the wrong selection
Don't meet they expectance
But I ain't lookin for motherfuckin acceptance
Fuck y'all expect shit, the mud on ya white glove
Reality is full of rules, I'm full of objections
They reality is a big misconception
So I left just to lose my recollection! But still...
Realestate

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Yo, they say money makes the world go 'round
But it really doesn't
Did I think I was in a room, when I really wasn't?
I thought I was on the move, wasn't really budging
But you ain't never wore my shoes, who you really judging
Some people are so judgmental, I'll allow that
You can judge anything but my mental
He don't know what I been thru
From results of the pencil, cuts from being resentful
Don't cover much of the stencil
When I couldn't walk, they ain't have a crutch to lend dude
So I say what I feel, fuck if I offend you!
Some fail, maybe some of succeeded
Some need to be wanted, some wanna be needed
I scream and yell; They don't hear my call
And it seems much as I fell, don't know where I fall
Not at all, I'm just actin out fate
But ain't much change since I escaped... All I know is!

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Remember The Titans"
(feat. Fabolous, Lloyd Banks, Royce da 5'9")

"Remember The Titans"
(feat. Fabolous, Lloyd Banks, Royce da 5'9")



[Fabolous:]
These niggas 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, these 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 shit SP
flow outta this World, I'm coming for my Moon man
you niggas slide back like that walkin on the moon dance
no glitter gleam, handgun with a beam
have some boys follow you, street fam, twitter team
like you could fuck 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 matt 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 than me
shorty say right after the suck fuck 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 fucked up tooth
it's fucka bitch, there's more fish in the aquarium
I rarely hear no, like when niggas 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 nigga 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 bitching 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
Niggas put they life at risk for pies that flip
in my town Ben Affleck wouldnt try that shit
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
fucking 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, niggas 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 nigga 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 fuckin 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 shit 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 shit 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
niggas 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

 

[fox69]

"Role Play (Interlude)"

"Role Play (Interlude)"


Shit, goddamn is it tight
Shit baby, turn up turn up
Take that take that, look at look what you got
You got me doing Puff Daddy in this pussy
I'm a puff you in this pussy take that take that
The best pussy I've ever had
Like I must be jammed, I'm drinkin this pussy
Yea I'm giving love to this pussy, I'm a kill this pussy
Yea I'm a slow down, I'm a make that pussy bleed
Slow down with this pussy
Into them hammer damn's on
Shit!
What the hell? I'm gonna cum for you
I'll cum for you right now
I'm cumming for you like you a enemy
Goddamn you tryna make me Big Sean in this pussy
Oh God, oh God
Big Sean in this shit
[?]
Oh shit this gon be tough
God
Why the fuck you still going?
Alright, alright baby
Yea I'm bout to get in here, witch position for a minute

 

[fox69]

"Role Reversal"

"Role Reversal"


[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
Uh, Joey!
Talk to 'em!
(Check this shit)
Hopin my true motherfuckers know, realest shit I ever wrote
It's (it's), it's (it's), it's that On Top Music!

[Verse 1]
Check this, I be at the mall
Walk up in the store, glance up at the wall
Pick out a few kicks
Uh, I need 11's in these, matter of fact while you at it, bring 'em in a size 6
Uh, I take shorty's shoes off, like here try on these J's, make sure them shits fit
Uh, but in my head it gets thick, sayin "Joey fall back, 'cause that's not your kid" (OH!)
I don't know you little nigga (little nigga) and plus I got a son of my own
Yeah, but he's at home and the way he's bein raised, I don't really condone
Nah, 'cause his pops been gone
Fuck it, I'll explain it to him later when he grown
Old enough to have a phone
Askin why mommy hate me and he got to sneak to call me when ever he's alone
So, you wouldn't know it but I got a soft spot for you
See, we would share the same obstacles
Lookin from the outside may seem like you neglect him
But when he slips up and calls me "dad", I correct him
I protect him
When baby girl start ventin about you, I say "respect him"
And though it seems out of order
My own mistakes have turned me into your biggest supporter
Fast forward, you wouldn't believe
How I could love like mine what I didn't conceive
Tryin to help him reach shit that I never achieved
Am I doin it for him or is it my own greed?
'Cause see, me and my baby moms, we don't do the conversations
So I'm cramped in the back
Two bedroom shack with seven people livin there, just congregatin
So when your child's with me, I'm over compensatin
I'm talkin eight bedrooms, seven baths
My son thinkin, that's the shit that only heaven has
Mines gotta keep it cool, yours get to see the view
White marble around the inground, heated pool
Mines got to go to the Y
Shit, yours just got to walk outside
And the funny shit (what?), the irony of it all and it's just sad
Is you walked away, yet I'm the step dad
Uh, and then you get on Skype (on Skype), sayin "how you bein, what's the word?"
And I be in the background listenin like "this motherfucker here got some nerve"
He says "bye daddy, I love you"
I be wantin to snuff you but wouldn't have him thinkin less of you
But he's perceptive (perceptive) and the shit's wild (wild)
He picks up on everything and he's just a child
So through all my resistance
I'm afraid this two year old can already see the difference (like what?)
He sees you don't provide when you capable
Why we never fix things, while we're still able to?
So you're annoyed, kind of hampers me
Get my void, I always wanted a family (why?)
Just to greet when I get through the door
You gonna have to take the L, I can't give you yours (OH!)
I'll do all the work, you ain't gotta be bothered
You can be his dad, I'll be his father
I relate though, so I know it hurts
Got to be uncomfortable when the roles reversed

I've been in your shoes my whole life nigga
Try these on
I relate though, so I know it hurts
Got to be uncomfortable when the roles reversed (OH!)

[Outro - Joe Budden - talking]
Uh (talk to 'em)
Ya mean?
(I've been there)
Shit can't feel good
(You wanna see how it feel?)

[Sample from "Give Me More" by Keyshia Cole]
Give me more
Give it to me everyday
I need you in every way
Oooh, what you do

 

[fox69]

"Roll Call"

"Roll Call"


[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
Sometimes a nigga need theme music (uh huh)
Sometimes you gotta set a mood
Let's dim these lights in this motherfuckin booth
Dim the lights out there too
I don't need to see you niggaz too much (Jump Off ...)
Can't be Mood Muzik without a mood (it's)
But look (it's), look, it's what? (it's that On Top Music)

[DJ On Point - talking over Intro]
The name of this shit right here is called Roll Call

[Chorus - Joe Budden]
Niggaz on my left (yeah), niggaz on my right (yeah)
Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight? (yeah)
Real as it'll get (yeah), holster on my hip (yeah)
Is anybody tired of that bubble gum shit? (yeah)

[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
They say hip hop is dead or on life support
Maybe not, that could be somethin I just thought
I just ought to jump in, fightin the sport
How you expect to be heard, when your mic is off?
I would love to go and browse through the Ride Report
But ain't a car in that motherfucker I can afford
See niggaz tryin to block the road
Rather then my label drop "The Growth", they should drop us both (oh)
See I could scream Def Jam and what they used to be
But that ain't for me to say, that's for you to see (if it ain't)
If not Method Man or Redman, Ghostface, Young Gunz
Need I say Freeway, the proof is me
Still don't believe me, then where's Peedi Peedi?
They ain't really givin a fuck unless you Jeezy
That's what my mind say
Just know if you ain't the President or Kanye, you won't see the time of day

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
I'm so thankful that
Come around these parts, we don't crank or snap, we aim and clap (oh!)
Used to try to take the average rap fan, show 'em shit (but)
But if they close-minded, who am I to open it?
Rather spend time with a boujie broad
Mean an actress, bad bitch, movie star
Shallow bitches, only into jewelry, cars
Still fuck with us, though that ain't who we are
Soon as my wife gone, they jump on the python
They ain't know I'm out to hit and run like Saigon
Puttin back the ice on, had it screwed up
Finally figured out that hate is the new love
But I don't see how you get ahead that way
When you team up with Envy like Red Cafe
And all that blame is yours (nigga)
You tryin to get a chain like floss
I'm tryin to get a chain like stores
Find me in Jers, line for squeeze work off safety
Can't keep calm around these jerks, think beyond these words
Treat the hood like MySpace, either become friends with the Tommy first (uh)
So get found on the back of an empty carton
Spray semi larkins for the bread like Remy Martin
Don't mind me, "Last of a Dying Breed"
Wanna take rap and bring it back to the '90's
(Juicy) inspired me, (C.R.E.A.M.) made me angry
(Get at Me Dog) amped me, (Shook Ones) ain't me
I already know it's a tough state to follow
When niggaz use to stay up late to watch Apollo
Now it's ridiculous, all this shit's frivolous
Niggaz ain't Macho Man, they Miss Elizabeth
Break a Corona bottle, make me an ill shank
Cut a bitch up like Bill Blanks doin still rank

[Chorus - ("that" is replaced with "this" in last line)]

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
The media'll say anything to get at you
Niggaz is transparent, I'm lookin right past you
Henny is a bad dude, talkin 'bout he act rude
So my new tattoo is God with a gavel
Told baby girl if you wanna seduce me
Just know my brain works like a Bonaduce
My girlfriend say I use my charm too loosely
I tell her I'm too fly to have to con for coochie
Hella paper, tell a hater crib got a elevator
On the waterfront, so yeah I oughta front
Still times I feel like carryin chrome
Or cheatin the system like I'm Marion Jones
Tryin to (Sing For The Moment), can't find the note
Put the game in a choke hold, can't find his throat
Hang with the big dogs, can't find the rope
They tell me it's alive, I can't find the pulse, so my

[Chorus]

[Outro - Joe Budden - talking]
Oh, naw don't stop nothin (cocksuckers!)
AH!
Taha, motherfucker
I don't even want shit (you in that mood yet?)
Keep my shit on
The whole point is fuckin have something to bitch about

[DJ On Point - talking over Outro]
Shout to whole On Top
Webb, Nitti
Cokeesi, what up?
Shout to my nigga Breezy, I see you
Skane Dollar, whole Desert Storm

 

[fox69]

"Runaway"

"Runaway"


[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
I said all that I'll say, so I stand with no apologies
I've popped all that I popped, wasn't too recently that it got to me
Those of ya'll that love Joe, gotta admit the shit was a lot to see
Today I take all of the credit like I did away with modesty
I lost weight, lost faith, I got caught up in that vacuum
My stomach turned and my eyes burned, and I became best friends with the bathroom
Today it takes all the strength I have inside for me to avoid the rush
Face pokered over the toilet, all you hear is a royal flush
Was under the control, though they warned me about addiction
Mind manifested again in the form of a prescription
And it's funny what the effects of that little pill'll do
Funny shit that keeps you alive can also kill you
But it's my life, guess I'm stuck in it
Sometimes I wanna just be normal like them other kids
The demon I battle with every night is simply drugs and shit
But I'll runaway from it all if God deems that I've had enough of it

[Hook:]
They say don't get lost, you are the leader
And don't do that, be a believer
When the sun goes down, you better hide
It's a dangerous world, better stay inside and
Run along, run along
It's a long long way, home from here
Run along, run along
It's a long long way, home from here, yeah

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Uh, it go
How come they can roll? Ya'll tell me how come they can smoke, they can drink?
They get to do whatever they want and it don't interrupt the way they think
They all get to be regular, why is it only me this odd?
Me who can't even stand up straight, me who can't even keep a job
Maybe I'm asking for too much, a tiny piece of normalcy
Or answer to any one of my fucking prayers that's asking what's wrong with me
Maybe I'm tired of being unique, tired of being that outcast
I'm tired of me being the only one, so tired of you all not knowing about that
I'm tired of it all, want me to fall a spectacle, for the crowd to see
Or being the only one with faith, I'm tired of everybody doubting me
I'm tired of responding to grown ass folks that think so motha fuckin childishly
Aches, wish I could take my parents' genes the fuck up out of me
Tired of wanting to run somewhere, tired of having to bare it all
Tired of you fucks constantly taking from me and I'm willing to share it all
Tired of being objective, I'm tired of having to hear it all
But being alone is the only way I know to never be near it all

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Secrets"
(feat. Emanny)

"Secrets"
(feat. Emanny)



(How much longer will we suffer from hunger?)
(How much longer will we suffer?)

[Intro - DJ On Point - talking (echo)]
Make sure you pay close attention on this joint
We call this one Secrets
Featuring Emanny
Another joint produced by the Klasix ...
Shout to On The Low
My nigga G, downtown Brooklyn
Can't forget mixtapemurder.com, my nigga A.G., what up?
Listen up

(How much longer will we suffer from hunger?)
(How much longer will we suffer from hunger?)
(DJ ON POINT)

[Joe Budden - talking behind the Intro (Emanny harmonizing)]
Uh, uh
Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2
Y'all in that mood yet?
Uh, Joey
Uh, uh
Yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1 - Joe Budden (Emanny harmonizes throughout)]
Yo, yo
Her name was Chyna Doll, real name Sasha
Stripped out in Jersey, a regular show stopper (uh)
Club hopper, couldn't tell her nada
Can't even talk to her, if it ain't about a dollar (can't even talk to her, if it ain't about a dollar)
Stayed in the latest, Esay, Gucci, Prada
Two kids, no communication with the father (no communication with the father, OH!)
She nineteen, lookin like the truth is sickenin (WHAT?)
But boo was trickin, to pay school tuition (school tuition)
A hourglass figure with the best complexion (with the best complexion)
With no ratchet on her, usin sex as a weapon (usin sex as a weapon)
Her man's named Jerome (her man's named Jerome)
Highschool sweetheart, but just came home for some charges unknown (for some charges unknown)
It's probably domestic (probably domestic), he be beatin her ass
Chyna still go to work like she be needin the cash
Got his name on her ankle
Real impolite, I made it rain on her once and bitch (BITCH!) couldn't say 'thank you' (OH!)
Call me loose, but you'd fuck shorty too
I'm talkin 36, 24, 42
She be at The Pink Tea Cup (be at The Pink Tea Cup)
Drunk of Chardonnay and E'd up (E'd up)
A (Black Girl Lost), she need Jesus (she need Jesus)
Bisexual, live her life on the brink
Newark niggaz used to come through spikin her drink
Puttin drugs in her liquor (in her liquor), throwin dubs when they tip her (when they tip her)
She high, makin it clap, screamin 'fuck them other niggaz!' (fuck them other niggaz!)
High demand on her
Jerome type jealous, used to come through clappin at niggaz
that put they hands on her (used to come through clappin at niggaz that put they hands on her)
Cause of the insanity, fired her from Fantasies (cause of the insanity, fired her from Fantasies)
Every man's fantasy, sufferin from vanity (every man's fantasy, sufferin from vanity, OH!)
I 'member she went broke for a short stint
So she started fuckin niggaz just to pay her rent (so she started fuckin niggaz just to pay her rent)
Started fuckin anybody that would get her bent (anybody that would get her bent)
Frequentin hotels and cars with dark tints (frequentin hotels and cars with dark tints)
But she never home, in the world fulfillin her greed
It's a disease, grandmother takin care of her seeds
Now everybody she be with (she be with), keep gettin her weeded (keep gettin her weeded)
She dropped out of school, felt it was no longer needed
Low self-esteem, a broken home and shattered dreams
Got Chyna comin out of her jeans
Get money by any means, wearin anything that's skin tight
Pretties up the outside, to cover up what's inside
That one time bad bitch (dog), don't even look average
Borrows her friend's clothes, no more money for Saks Fifth (for Saks Fifth)
Jerome proposed, now they awaitin marriage (awaitin marriage)
Little did he know how many niggaz had smashed it (whoa, whoa, oh, HO!)
Dre used to pipe her, them two was creepin
It was more than just beatin, I'm guessin he really liked her (guessin he really liked her)
Dre got a girl, maybe not with the label
See her name is Faith, but he ain't never been faithful (never been faithful)
She used to get raiseful, yellin out 'I hate you!' (I hate you!)
Been with him since he was broke and he ain't grateful (he ain't grateful)
Now the nigga's able, financially stable (financially stable)
But she turned the tables, went and got some other mates too (went and got some other mates too)
That never stopped her from rummagin through his shit
Dre neglectin home, fuckin around with this bitch
Takin her on vacas, pick her up for late stays
Spent his whole check on her damn near every pay day
Already fought 'rome when he caught Dre at the strip club
Chyna givin him a lap dance, gettin her tits rubbed
Zipper down like he just finished gettin his dick sucked
'Rome threw his fists up, but Dre couldn't give a fuck (OH!)
Security kicked 'em out, speakers blastin DJ Unk
I saw Jerome runnin over towards his trunk
But Chyna came and stopped it, before Jerome popped it
Dre ain't learn nothin, kept creepin, he ain't stop shit (he ain't stop shit)
I tried to talk to him, he ain't heed the message
She lookin sickly skinny, exceedin anorexic
Coughin every minute (OH!), which to me kind of hinted (OH!)
If you gon' have ya cape on, nigga take her to the clinic (nigga take her to the clinic)
But he don't want to listen and no he never told me
He bring that bitch everywhere, treat her like a trophy
I know dude, I already know that when he go fuck her
He wide open, he divin in, no rubber (no rubber)
I seen this shit comin, call me a psychic (call me a psychic)
He tryin keep tabs on her, bought her a Sidekick (bought her a Sidekick, OH!)
See every other night, pick her up in that Hybrid (pick her up in that Hybrid)
You got a girl nigga, at least do it in private (at least do it in private)
I mean he really treatin Chyna like a fly chick (like a fly chick)
Talkin dirty to her like 'Damn, love how you ride dick' (damn, love how you ride dick, OH!)
She be on top screamin, 'Daddy, how you like it?' (OH!)
But not long after found out he had the virus (OH!)
Now he's heated, anger's deep seeded (anger's deep seeded)
He thinks she runnin 'round, fuckin with this deep secret (fuckin with this deep secret)
Not even thinkin about her man or her kids
Dre turned around and took her life for takin his (oh)
And I ain't mad at you for spendin a few chips
I thought you knew better than wifin that loose bitch
You never heard 'don't lay your head, where you shit?'
You got your shovel out, dug yourself a huge ditch
Dumb motherfucker, now you facin two bids
And can't even run from the law, you too sick (and can't even run from the law, you too sick)
Jerome wasted no time findin where dude live
He came in blazin that fifth in dude's ribs
That's two individuals gone for God's sake
Jerome went to jail three days after her wake
Dre's girl at home, in shock, she can't believe it
Wishin she would've told him about her big, big secret

[Outro - Joe Budden - talking (Emanny harmonizing)]
People ...
Uh, On Top
Y'all in that mood yet?
On Top
Maybe y'all ain't hear me
Uh, On Top, uh
Y'all in that mood yet?
On Top
I don't think they understand me (I don't think they understand me)
Let the guitars rock out (let the guitars rock out)
Listen again
If I went to fast, maybe you listenin to slow
On Top
Ya heard? (ya heard?)
Dumb motherfuckers

[DJ On Point - talking behind Outro (echo)]
Shout out to Hot Wax
Jamaica Avenue
Can't forget themixgame.com

 

[fox69]

"Send Him Our Love"

"Send Him Our Love"


[Intro - Stack Bundles - w/ ad libs]
Listen, if you listen to this it's evidence you tryin to figure out if I'm dude (word, uh huh)
Or maybe somebody told you I'm that dude (word, uh huh)
Or maybe you one of the few that disagree with me
And got your own views about who's really that dude
Well (uh huh), the South movement got ten months left (ten months left)
And come Valentine's Day the game will merge to the West (uh huh)
And I feel it's absurd that the East is the sellin the less (uh huh)
Screamin 'New York. New York', the pioneers supposed to be the best (uh huh)
You blame it on the vets for our current state of the game (uh huh)
They won't retire, so the generation just remain the same (uh huh)
A bunch of oppurtunists that was givin oppurtunity (uh huh)
To make a difference in music but gave no oppurtunity (uh huh)
Nothin new or fresh, it's just the same ass sound (uh huh)
Same old producers, with the same ass sound (uh huh)
Up and comin artists got identity crisis (uh huh)
Cause whenever you you, the labels turn you away (uh huh)
But when you me you think of a way
To cast the criticism aside get on a track, say what the fuck you wanna say (uh huh)
The radio's goin to play, whatever the listeners say they should
And not what the listeners say they should (uh huh), indeeed they should
Indeed I should, SMACK a few niggaz like Suge! (uh huh)
But then there they'll blackball me
And that's a long story (uh huh), no crossover so I wrote the (Crossover)
But if the album sell out, I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep askin 'when's the album goin to come out?'
Ask your local execs, I'm out

[DJ On Point - talking (echo)]
We call this one Send Him Our Love
Rest in peace to Stack Bundles

[Chorus 1 - Sample from "Send Her My Love" by Journey]
I still recall
A sad cafe
How it hurt so bad to see her cry
I didn't want to say goodbye

[Joe Budden - talking behind the Chorus]
Uh
I know you up there doin it big

(DJ ON POINT)

[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Look, what up Ray? Was speechless, I ain't know what to say
Got the call like at 8 AM, with Nate sayin (what?)
You had passed away, I'm like why niggaz stay playin?
Your myspace page playin, it started my day achin (OH!)
It hit me like a tumor, felt like it was too soon to
Thought it was a rumor, until it wasn't a rumor
Can't believe that it's over (what?)
But if God called you, I ain't even mad at him, he must of needed a soldier (yeah)
I was like your mentor, you was like my friend, nah
When I seen you, I would treat you like my kin and more (yo)
We used to scream 'fuck these niggaz!' like Tim Dog (fuck these niggaz, like Tim Dog)
You was the only rap nigga (only rap nigga), I would fend for (oh)
Was fiendin for beats, stuck between your dream and the streets
You just wanted to be seen as elite
Cause you loved Far Rock like I love Jersey, so I feel ya (what?)
But love somethin too much, guarantee it'll kill ya
For real a (OH!)

[Chorus 2 - Sample from "Send Her My Love" by Journey]
Send him my love, memories remain
Send him my love
Roses never fade
Send him my love, memories remain
Send him my, send him my love

[Joe Budden - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs]
Know what I mean?
I remember we was in the studio doin
Doin (You Know What'll Happen) (you know what'll happen)
It was me, you and Cau
You told me to keep my verses sixteen
I said 'you know I can't do that!'
I went ahead and gave 'em mad bars, you was mad as fuck
You went and tried to stretch your shit out, I wasn't havin it though nigga
(It, it's that On Top Music!)

[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
Look, Riot Squad keep your head up (oh!)
Remember we would diss each other on tracks, laugh about it when we met up
I'm lookin in your casket, prayin a nigga get up (prayin a nigga get up)
For a minute, I couldn't help but think that you was set up (dog)
No matter who you are, you got to answer when the Lord callin (Lord callin)
I told you go and fuck with Jimmy, that's before (Ballin) (before (Ballin))
Go get your cash right, hard to slow down livin the fast life
I just heard you on Flex show last night (congratulations)
Like was it old beef or was you gettin stuck up?
A line outside your funeral, Ran was really fucked up (Ran was really fucked up)
And I was too but the difference is (but the difference is)
I was more in awe at the ignorant value of life that livin gets (I talked to 'em)
Pulled the burner on you, but you fought that dude (OH!)
I read the paper, it said the pigs caught that dude (like yesterday)
It's sad another black man, taken by a black hand
Wish your last night in the club, we could have saved your last dance
God damn!

[Chorus 2]

[Joe Budden - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs]
I remember like
I remember we was in Cancun
That was my first time out there in Cancun
Me and you was rollin together
You talkin about 'where the bitches, where the bitches, where the bitches at?'
Like nigga I don't know, you supposed to be "The Gorgeous Gangster"
Don't ask me nothin, I don't speak no Spanish
I love you nigga

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
I know the kids really need you (dog)
I keep tellin 'em, Pac wanted to sign you (or) and Big wanted to see you (or)
Pun wanted to cypher (or)
L wanted you to bring some of that good kush up and get a little higher (oh)
Go and help Jam Master J get the crowd hyper (or)
Or maybe Freaky Tah switched up and needed a rider (or)
Maybe Aaliyah single up there and need a rider
Know you and Rick James would set the studio on fire (fire!)
You in a better place up there at the pearly gates
You could be "The Gorgeous Gangster" and niggaz won't hate (niggaz won't hate)
Some niggaz tapped the bottle, pour out a little Hennessy
I'm in the clouds, screamin "Squad Up" in your memory (oh)

[Chorus 2]

[Outro - Joe Budden - talking behind Chorus]
I remember when you called me that day, I think you was in Far Rock
And you had some bitch in your car and your car broke down
And you called me talkin about
'Do I got AAA and shit?'
I'm like 'nah, but at least that answer your question'
And you like 'what question?'
I'm like 'well, I just heard a song of your's
talkin about you wanted to know why she won't stay with you
And she want go ride with a G'
Haha, I love you nigga
Uh, and rest in peace

 

[fox69]

"She Don't Love Me"
(feat. Emanny)

"She Don't Love Me"
(feat. Emanny)



[Joe Budden - Verse 1]
She don’t love me, she love the power
She loves a man in my position
Loves the sex, loves a man of my positions
Love the pool, love the hot tub, my summer bunny
Both parents broke, but she come from money
And I don’t just beat it up, I pound her
She reciprocates it with fresh grits and flounder
I counter by letting her put whatever on the counter
Cause I never seen a ass better or rounder
Plus I never seen ass better around ya
No dollars, just ass, bet it surround ya
She don’t love me, she love the way I navigate
Love the wordplay and how I make her masturbate
I drop her off and laugh at you while you chasing it
If I was ever in Marvin’s Room, I was casing it
But do be calling or right after I’m all in her
I be like feel free, pick up, I’m watching SportsCenter
I grew up poor, I never had shit
So now I don’t hit the mall I hit the flagship
I got her thinking that’s her paper to burn
But when I lock her out, she won’t doubt David is Stern
I mean, they don’t love me, they wanna send me Llamas
But I can understand why they envy, kinda
Friendly reminder, bank statements with plenty commas
Made it right in front of em, gotta thank Benihana
If you with these rap dudes, I may have tainted it
They blackballed me, I spray painted it
Been accused of cheating, but I never take the blame for it
They did all the fucking, my ass just entertained the shit
Yea, I’m through the hood, red Porsche
They been mad, but I’m pistol whipping a dead horse
Now execs wanna hop on the phone
Cause I snuck in the back door while they was watching the throne
I mean, she don’t love me, she just infatuated
She was the side chick, then she graduated
If she loved me, that would be unusual
I think she only say that shit to find out if it’s mutual

[Hook: Emanny]

[Joe Budden - Verse 2]
I’m in the zone, but I don’t need MTV
I need pills, not percs, I’m on NZTs
Why the fuck would they mess with another guy’s rhymes
If the stakes is high, nigga butterfly mines
I mean, hate my bars, but she love the way I say the shit
Hate my job, but she love it when I pay for shit
If she ever wild, tryna ruin my dictatorship
I put her in the oven, let her bake a bit
One land, one take off
One’s annoying, one demand make her take off
One’s a older nympho, get mad when I say it’s soft
But she feels a way for sports, cried when the Lakers lost
She don’t love me, love the company I keep
But the fans don’t love me, mean they wanna be the sheep
My motto is to do it for the culture, they not of the same gene
You want the current wave, stay on the main stream
Is it me or is what I’m hearing just pitiful
Airwaves the same, even the stereo is typical
It don’t love me, it love the models that I be with
But when I be talking about all of these models I’m poppin’ at least you believe it
Wanna know the secret? I guess it’s how you time the shit
You come with wooden jewelry, I give her diamond dick
I hit the booth and the track get nervous
If you say I sold out, try to track that purchase
If we shared the same life, nigga you would understand it
When no matter the charges you accrue, you never panic
You would take advantage
When I feel like you the ruler of the planet
Get some head, a little hookah on the hammock
Rodman with the trash talk, the Magic will Walt with the black ball
The way I bounce off the asphalt with cat paws
Tried to trap me till I started to roam
Tried to keep me out the game, so I started my own
I mean, she don’t love me, she just infatuated
She was the side chick, then she graduated
99 problems and a bitch is every one of em
How the fuck I’m gonna give dick to every one of em?

[Hook: Emanny]

 

[fox69]

"She Don't Put It Down"
(feat. Lil Wayne & Tank)

"She Don't Put It Down"
(feat. Lil Wayne & Tank)



She ain't got a leg to stand on, don’t even trip

[Joe Budden]
I can take you all over the world though
Even tell you pack light
The last lie couldn’t even get a cab ride
She don't do the blogs but even if she did
She would be on mad sites
Ass so mean I always on her bad side
Ugh, now she don’t ever stress me ’bout my whereabouts
Never seems concerned with other birds that she may hear about
She mind hers, its my turn
That shit she barely care about
Look amazing on me, why I’m always tryna wear her out
She don’t ride like you, no she don’t taste like that
Not with a waist like that, do I let her go to waste like that
She a mix between Karma Sutra, yoga, and porno flicks
Funny how her breath get shorter when I give her long dick
And I’m telling ya’ll straight up might think I imagined shorty even when she not made up
She kill ‘em in Levi’s, see why it ain't even fair
Look good in whatever she wear
How could other women compare, they can’t

[Tank - Chorus:]
I don't put another in your space, damn after you
It’s been hard to replace
I just want the same judge sittin’ on the case
She gon’ hate but she know
She don’t put it down like you (down down like you)
(she don't, she don't)
She don’t put it down like you (down down like you)
(she don't, she don't)
Girl you working with the killer, ain't no body fuck with her
She don’t put it down like you (down down like you)
(she don't, she don't)
She don’t put it down like you (down down like you)
(she don't, she don't)

[Lil Wayne]
I can see the stars in the day time
Bitch I miss you like a deadline
And the girl I’m with is just the girl I’m with
I mean it’s working out, so were staying fit
But you know love is nothing ask Stan Smith
But I gotta keep a bad bitch like Brad Pitt
Remember our first kiss?
Or our last kiss?
I used to go dummy in that pussy, crash test
You be fucking that nigga like you was fucking me
Hah, Fuck that nigga, he can’t fuck with me
I’m Tunechi bitch and you know that
And that pussy throw back
Any given night I’d still pop that ass like a Prozac
Girl you know you got that murder
A beast in that La Perla
And every time we cut I used the shredder, ninja turtles
And I know you still love me
And I know ya still for me
That's why we still fucking
Cause she don’t put it down like you

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
Looking round mine, no downtime, see nothing else even matters
Can’t even walk slow through that mall cause paparazzi running after
Baby girl, working it like a pro
Slow it down or move it faster
Whether them lights on or them lights off like I’m sleeping with the clapper
Still she watching what she eat
Yet, that ass keep getting fatter
How I’m sexing her, how am loving her, no longer be a factor
Plus her already know, you don't turn 'em all to Casper
Climb with the former rather latter
You already know which one I’d rather come’on

[Chorus]