Joe Budden

[fox69]

"She Don't Put It Down (Remix)"
(feat. Fabolous, Twista & Tank)

"She Don't Put It Down (Remix)"
(feat. Fabolous, Twista & Tank)



[Intro: Joe Budden]
Huh-uh, uhh
Shorty old news though (remix)
Taha, yesterday's paper
Check this, uh (uhh)

[Joe Budden:]
Baby like it raw, I don't even waste a Magnum on her
Clean up amazing, I appreciate the fashion on her
Bad than a muh'fuck, ain't too many passin on her
Only right I pick her up the way she got a wagon on her
When I'm on that road don't hit them bops when I'm in town
Not unless it's for the threesome, if it's poppin she'll be down
Know these other jokers be starin but'll stop when I'm around
First to get inside them jeans, she be hoppin up and down
Let the world know that she ride, they think eventually we'll break up
And I love it when we argue cause eventually we make up
I mean - we fight and fuck, we fuck and fight
We fuck some more, e'ry fuckin night
Shape great, taste great, body softer than cashmere
And anytime her checks drop she know that she could crash here
Them other broads is other broads, all of them is last year
Can't get mad, I'm just statin facts here
Word!

[Chorus: Tank]
She don't put it down like you, down-down like you (she know)
Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know)
She don't put it down like you, down-down like you (she know)
Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know)
She don't put it down like you, girl you workin with the killer
Ain't nobody fuckin with ya
She don't put it down like you, down-down like you (she know)
Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know)
She don't put it down like you

[Fabolous:]
Hey you gotta make you next move your best move, right?
That's what I be tellin her, haha
That boy 'Loso
Joe, what's up boy?

Never trippin off the past, I would rather never mind 'em
Cause only fools trip over somethin that be behind 'em
And yesterday is history, tomorrow's a mystery
She here at the present time, it feel like a gift when she
put it down, down, all the way, down
You could get, down, but can you stay, down?
Shout out to the ladies with yo' down asses
That keep a tight circle and them round asses (nice)
At the crib it's just us nigga
Fuck me so good make me not trust niggaz
That's my shit, I'm over-protected
You want that good shit you know where yo' connect live
Told my ex don't be bitter, be better
I'll replace her before I re-gret her
Texts now and then that question how I've been
The hook sound like a message I would send

[Chorus]

[Twista:]
Twista!
A down girl I remember when I used to bag up in the basement with her
With the attraction of a Michael Jackson swag, but in this case a +Thriller+
And she was a wolf not in sheep's clothin, but a grey chinchilla
Even though I found another assassin that could never be yo' replacement killer
When I got up in her it was kinda good to me but I know that she don't put it down like you
Cut from the bottom and you up when you rock when on top cause ain't nobody around like you
Pull it back to me and I'm all up in it fully when I'm holdin a palm full of hair
Then I lay you back in missionary position and give it to you good with your Lou' Vuittons in the air
Got a bad new bitch, but she don't be trippin or cuss with them flaws
But she don't be doin the way you be doin it when you be workin them walls
I'm bumpin some [?] I'm fuckin her good, but then you would go frontin
Steady cuttin with the bitches all on me cause I'm with Joe Budden, the one hoes wantin
I'll put you in the category of somebody that'll give it to me good but'll work a nigga nerves
Individual and never particular but I'll never be with her so I'ma kick her to the curb
I got a new woman and though I be buildin her up to be better than you
She fine but don't know how to throw it back, so she can never be you

[Bridge: Tank]
I done put another in your space
Damned if they do, it's been hard to replace
I just want the same judge sittin on the case
She gon' hate, but she know

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"She Wanna Know"
(feat. Lil' Mo)

"She Wanna Know"
(feat. Lil' Mo)



[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 fuck 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..

 

[fox69]

"Sidetracked"

"Sidetracked"


[Joe Budden]
Whatever happened to that?
Joey! Yeah
Seems like I gotta buy a weed bag (so easily sidetracked!)
I think it mighta been next week
Mighta been next month, shit (Joey!)

Look, sometimes I wanna make money
But sometimes I ain't motivated; sometimes I think it's overrated
Sometimes I'm thinkin I wasn't supposed to make it
But what I show is basic, I normally poker-face it (what else?)
Sometimes I wanna make music
Sometimes I think it's just useless
So y'all don't hear a lot of new shit
Clueless, dependin on what my mood is (ohh!)
Sometimes I wanna dress down
I mean I wanna let up, but y'all be let down
I'm so easily sidetracked
I just lost my train of thought, but besides that
I wanna stop somebody and keep it real
But know that they'll understand 'fore I tell 'em how I feel
I wish I knew how it'd feel
I swore I needed somethin from the store (like what?)
Got a call that I just ignored, my day is hectic
I'm overwhelmed with thoughts, leave a message
This Saturday I, planned on goin shoppin for my kid
Wanna smoke, no cig's, I'm like "Where the fuck's the store?"
Got a migraine, but I forgot that I was sick
Cause these jeans don't seem to lay right over my kicks
And this'll be the last time I buy this brand
That I try this brand - oh shit, the bitch called me
She seems like the perfect girl to cheat with
Sleep with, I bet that she can keep a secret
I turned the radio on, and heard a beat sick
Know I can kill that shit better than he did
Sometimes I could be so analytical (why?!)
With no audience, so who am I a critic to? (nobody)
I'm so easily sidetracked
I just lost my train of thought, but besides that
I spent years tryin to figure out why is that
Beat of my drum thrown off by a hi-hat (ohh!)
I should hit the club, get a outfit
But fuck that, the lifestyle ain't about shit
That no longer gets me up, it don't arouse shit (why?)
See I'm on my OnDemand in the house shit
I've lost so many relationships
(Tell me) Is it, just because I don't relate to shit?
Me I (me I) I hate ignorance so much
I'm prayin for niggaz that didn't grow much
Maybe our whole generation was raised wrong
I'm only responsible for me, I gotta stay strong
I'm so easily sidetracked
I just lost my train of thought, but besides that
I spent years tryin to figure out why is that
... Why? But besides that

Uh uhh, I'm so easily sidetracked!
Uhh, goin on nigga, I spent years tryin to figure out why is that
Why? I mean, I'm so easily sidetracked
Fuck is goin on?

Yo, cig's still unlit, lookin a pic of a man cross-eyed
On my way to kill the nigga 'til the thought died (uhh)
Or it's a lie, I'm just hogtied
Got frog eyes, cause chick with a phatty walked by
Nice complexion, nice tan
And so behind her I ran 'til I seen her desination was a man
(So) In the street I stand, with my heat in hand
For what reason, I don't remember beefin
Note to self on my hand, "Get even!"
But I don't remember needin re-venge
Now anybody comin toward me I'm reachin
Leg bleedin - (so) fuck it
I'll retrace my steps followin the path of my blood leakin
Led me to Juan's house which I visit every weekend
To my knowledge, me and him wasn't speakin

 

[fox69]

"Skeletons"
(feat. Joell Ortiz & Crooked I)

"Skeletons"
(feat. Joell Ortiz & Crooked I)



[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
I look over my shoulder not knowing where it's coming from
But knowing that it's coming, I was bugging as a youngin'
Now I'm runnin from, somethin' that'll even out my dumb decisions
The night I shot and had him bleedin' out his lungs and spittin'
Do any sins go unforgiven? I hope not
Cause most of mine were hunger driven, nothing in my mother's kitchen,
Stomach sounds like the clouds ignited and the thunder hitting
So the well-schooled kid ended up with more than a couple missin'
So not a chef but the cocaine forever cookin'
I love kids but now I' selling to a pregnant woman
Stumbling through the projects in the AM with a cup in my hand,
Gun on my waist and, "I don't give a fuck" is my plan
You'll never understand my palm sweat
Followed by shortness of breath then my heart jets and I ain't find a calm yet
Go on let shorty sin
Cause ain't no way in hell this ain't Joell, that's brave enough to tell you everything

[Hook:]
I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah)
And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet
And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah)
Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it
I doubt it

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Fuck all that rapping, I'm a let the conversation rock
I got skeletons in my closet
The living dead live in a nigga head, behind a combination lock
When will the occupation stop it? Make it a vacant lot
The black mamba when I crack vodka, I'm a take a shot
And Hope the stowaways go away before the anchor drop
Yeah thanks a lot, I'm a bottle drinkin' nutcase
Cover of XXL behind Em, I had the drunk face
I steadily dream about cleanin' these demons out
In order to clean them out, you gotta scream and shout
All of your secrets out loud
It started as a kid at my school desk
Aced every quiz but I wanted to pass the cool test
Ain't nothing cool about school shopping at the thrift store
And living in an abandoned station wagon cause you was piss poor
So I started stealing all of the clothes that the other kids wore
That's when the skeletons moved into my mind on the sixth floor
And more came through Crooked I's youth
I slowly started moving them out the closet to this mic booth
For real, bro

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
I thought I had it all locked away till forever
But no memories fade away, They seem to stay
Comfortable in my conscience you live in my dreams
They say time heals it all then whys the pain still with me?

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
See the problem is, I know it all
Or maybe the problem is that I just show it all
Maybe they that thinking I should be ashamed of my actions but really there's no remorse
Maybe the lord will decide that I suffered enough and let me live with no withdrawals
Then again all it would mean is he deemed I'm much too important to focus all
We could talk about pain 24/7 dog, that's my department
Intercity blues cruise and I'm blasting that Marvin
Skeletons ain't in my closet, that's my apartment
And they like to hide behind thousand dollar fabrics and garments
It's all bleak to me
Tell my Pop I ain't bothered when he don't speak to me, I love you but it's weak to me
On one hand life is short and there's no excuse to do it
But you was missing half my life dog, I'm kind of used to it
Modern day Son of Sam, judge but you don't understand
Me against the world, I plan on winning, knowing I'm undermanned
Want to see through the eyes of a monster? Look through my glasses tint
My roommates can stay here, just take care of half the rent

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Slaughterhouse"
(feat. Crooked I, Joell Ortiz, Nino Bless, Royce Da 5'9")

"Slaughterhouse"
(feat. Crooked I, Joell Ortiz, Nino Bless, Royce Da 5'9")



[Joell Ortiz]
Aiyyo Joey what you said, 24 right?
Aight cool, I got you

Uhh, I define gutter - every time I rhyme
I climb up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered
But I'll be fine brother - my mind hovers
above all you jive suckers wishin, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me, I'm throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggaz lyin
They fifth is lyin in the second drawer next door to some bullshit they iron
Y'all be makin up stories the little kids is buyin
I do everything my +Penn State+ like a Nittany Lion
I ain't gotta mention the streets on a song
to get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong, pause
Veterans co-sign me, the up-and-comers scared
The pretty girls go "Papi, here's my underwear!"
Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a rapper
But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor
I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is plasma
You're Atari 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us the gap's so crazy
I'm Gucci, Louis V; you're Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you attract no ladies
You're suburb, I'm gutter where the gats go crazy!

[Nino Bless]
Look, you know, look
Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be Pun's successor
That term's done fucker, what up whatever
You birds is food, I'm about to pluck some feathers
I'm young and clever, plus clutch under pressure
Yup! Who does this better?
Walk around with medal all on me like the front of Shredder
I lust for cheddar you owe me
Leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm somethin, like a phenomenon
Droppin bombs for fun then dine in hell during Ramadan
Whatever I'm rhymin on or whoever
I tear 'em apart; swear on my pops
No, fear in my heart, shit, been through it all
Done swam with the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest piff
off of a brick of hash mixed with acid hits like sick cracker shit
Get back, dumb birds I ignore the hype
Click-clack, Yung Berg'd if you flossin ice
Dawg, cross me twice, can't afford the price
It'll cost you, I'll off your life!
You soft, I told you I'm raw white when I'm on this mic
Still mourn at night, don't wanna see mornin light
And I feel like I'm forced to fight
When the (Chips) are down like Ponch fallin off his bike (AHHH!)
Of course my metaphors are type awesome, right?
I got 'em in awe, my aura's Jordan like
What's really poppin? Who diddy-boppin?
You wasn't really, now you all Common and really conscious
I ain't with that silly nonsense, I really pop shit
My gun stay cocked like Biggie's optics
I, I stay evolvin but grown bitter
On your grave they're carvin "Fucked with the wrong nigga"

[Crooked I]
I don't write I kill a pen, leak its blood on the page
I breathe bars like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage
Instrumentals get fucked on the stage
A pedophile unless I dig in the crates and fuck with somethin my age
Forever vow, to never smile when I'm at peace
Only when I'm eatin the deceased like quiche
Only when my enemy's internal organs are a smorgasbord in a feast
The Dahmer with melanin led 'em in the belly of the beast
You'll be missin until fishermen see your corpse
I'll be in Michigan stickin a chicken in my Michelin
ready to pigeon pitch again from Switzerland to New York
I was whippin Bentleys before them pictures up in the Source
I'm a gorillas behind these bars, on some zoo shit
Shoot you while you're talkin on some news camera crew's shit
Sicker than flyin in past tense on some flu shit
Day-old asshole flow, I drop new shit!
Exclusive! You don't want it in fact
I'll have the doctors operatin on the front of your back
Tryin to keep your stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin your body, he don't wanna go back
That's when the tunnel go black; I send your soul to the atmosphere
Fuck outta here, and your ringtone rap career!
It's Crooked I, the face of Eastside Long Beach
Put your ear to the street so you can hear my heartbeat

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Nickel! Yeah
I hope niggaz know I'll show up to your show
I'll show up where you go, show up to your do', fo's will explode
shells 'fore they hit the flo', I know niggaz know
I got a open window flow, I air shit OUT
In the D they used to call me Mayor Royce
Now they call me Clay Davis
Guess why? "Sheeeeeeeeeeee-it"
Cause when it come to them words you know I wear shit out
I write rhymes like, white lines on a nose tray
Ice cold Ice Cube flow like O'Shea
Ridin shotgun with Chris Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm down for the (Coldplay)
Forever stay violent, better stay silent
Hammers stay hummin like strummin the mandolin violin
Speakin of, I done played a tune of violence
More than my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap niggaz up, clap niggaz up, scrap niggaz up
Either that or we gon' slap niggaz up
Dump dirt on you - right before I go
into my Maino mode if I smell the scent of Yung Berg on ya
'Til it ain't no mo', ain't no dough
Get into his ass cause I ain't opposed, I'm a livin anal probe
I'm a lame-ophobe, matter fact my nigga JumpOff
Can I keep goin? (Why the fuck not!)
When I was a teen, I used to pack a three-eighty
Now I'm spittin sittin between Shady and Jay (ohh!)
I pull the jeans down on my bitch and then wave
Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she ain't shave
I leave the booth smellin like somebody ain't sprayed
I would talk about Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm like Marty McFly goin back in time
and dissin his momma nigga you can't fade me

[Joe Budden]
They say he a bastard for real, then they see the ass on his girl
So they wonderin, why's he so mad at the world?
I take it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it
So even to the producer it's hard to I.D. it
Bars tremendous, it's in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your best Bush rendish
Endless, move more than two inches
My blood'll boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this or see me mañana
Or see the speed of a llama, underground primadonna
That ain't hard to find, pop a E in a Honda
with hands like E. Honda, he a monster!
I love war, it's like my pet peeve kinda
But for us to even BEEF you should be honored!
My DICK gettin hard, I see vagina, pause
Nah, rewind each line each time
Speak mine and meet 9, mano a mano
When it rains it pours, grab a teflon poncho
You now fuckin with Mouse, the head honcho
Nigga I could fix yo' house in my condo!
I walk around like ratchets been legalized
Just me and the desert eagle, and an eagle eye
Closed casket, now you havin a boxed wake
Zipper over your head, dudes callin you Crotchface!
So y'all could bump "Swag Like Us"
But the next time rap's discussed, add this as a plus
Don't nobody hit the pad like us
And would get up in that ass but the fag's might bust (bust)
And since poppin tags is a must (what?)
I hit the bank - all I do is withdraw
Chicks removin their drawers now, your crew is in awe
How you ball? Your jewels from a cubicle in the mall
You gon' need another processor, to process it
I'll set it, I said it!
So keep runnin around hot-headed, 'til you get hot leaded
'Til everything but your torso on you is prosthetic
Digest it, niggaz is pie-thetic
Rap what you can't afford, y'all must got credit
All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless and Joell
With Joe spell, NO L!

 

[fox69]

"So Good"
(feat. Emanny)

"So Good"
(feat. Emanny)



Niggas be like
They like why you coughing so hard?
And I be like why you not?
Grown man shit though
It's a cold winter, niggas they gon keep you warm at night
Make you breakfast in the morning
And I ain't in love, love is in me, ya hear?

I've been thinking 'bout you every day
These other bitches, they can't change us
And I don't need em in the way
Cause no one ever fucked me so good
Your love is...
Your touch is...
My spot get...
No one ever fucked me so good

Look, let's talk a different type of lavish now
Not sure actually, a different type of baggage now
Your home girls quick to paint me as a savage now
You quick to know them bitter hoes, wish they had this now
Back to you, this song of mine, no it's unsung
Not a trophy, that'd imply I only won once
I'm off the pass miss if every guy before me once practiced
Then I don't need no real game to know we should be more than just so on and done
And my baby like girls too
So every night we get in bed with another bitch
She start screaming, getting head from another bitch
And now it's just a porno, in our heads it's another bitch
Yea, but it's more than just the sex to me
Panic when I wake up and she ain't next to me
So I go out of my way to give her the best of me
Love me so much, shorty even want the rest of me

I've been thinking 'bout you every day
These other bitches, they can't change us
And I don't need em in the way
Cause no one ever fucked me so good
Your love is...
Your touch is...
My spot get...
No one ever fucked me so good

We hit the strip club, I respect a different taste
That's how stacks and ones end up in a disarray
These other broads used to transform my living space
Into solitary confinement prison space
They think we actin though, I tell em we're not frontin
Give er something of everything cause she used to a lot of nothing
We take our clothes off, get the spot, jump in it
She come multiple times like she forgot something
Yea, I'm like any other guy she dated
She my world and I'm cool with being isolated
I swear to God all I need is you
If love hurts all I bleed is you
Tell me if you wanna see that through
We could coop it when I'm with you
Get back all I put in to recuperate an issue
Let me sum it up for those of ya'll that ask why
I cherish the grill she walk on but she that fly

I've been thinking 'bout you every day
These other bitches, they can't change us
And I don't need em in the way
Cause no one ever fucked me so good
Your love is...
Your touch is...
My spot get...
No one ever fucked me so good

It's really as simple as this
The woman that they would fuck I wouldn't
The woman I wouldn't fuck they would
What that means is the niggas ya'll think is fly don't
So I move in my own pace
(So good... so good...)
Fortunately for me I done been all around the world on many
Met so many different types of woman
I picked one
I got the one I like
Even better than that – I got the one I love
Ya'll get these other hoes
Been there, done that, wasn't that fun
(So good... so good...)
(So good... so good...)
You gotta be on some
You gotta be on some grown shit to understand this shit that I'm talkin bout tho
You have to be on some grown shit to have the type of sex that I'm talkin bout
(So good... so good...)
(So good... so good...)
You're bedsex niggas, I'm rooftop
Five star suite and I don't mean considerate and kind
Ya know what I mean
Love you baby
I love you too babe
Take you to church uh

Here's a jewel, I'm a give it to ya'll
Same way it was given to me
Real niggas don't fall in love, we stand up in it
Thank God for you

 

[fox69]

"So Hard"

"So Hard"


What I mean is
I was tryina be on the same page with you
I want no miscommunication and none of that
Ya know what I mean?
(I need that magic)
It's simple
Joe Budden

Ass fat but she eatin right, ketchup and whole foods
Fuck emotion, she the only thing I go through
I did some thinking fore the guard even approached you
Couldn't beats the same, GD's must already sold you
Movin like a stripper so I'm thinkin like a nigga though
I'll treat you like a lady so you know how it feels
She want a pole in the room, I said one is already there
I just need you to test it out and let me know how it feels, now check it
You who I'm tryina build that canope with
Relax, good sick will make you lose your sanity quick
That beat hard enough to be your first round sanity pick
But I won't be coming up off bread on some philanthropy shit
Fuck for a hour, I go shower, look good as fuck when she ladder
Got me using gas words like lavish
You rather me speakin cold, really I think it's sexy
So when I say times are hard she know how to respond correctly

I see you on top, screaming don't stop
Me – just glued to you
Touching on every spot
Things that I can get used to do
You make it so hard
You make it so hard
You got me so hard
Got me stryin, grab another rubber
You got me sayin (my dick hard as a motherfucker)

She said let it happen naturally, I ain't force it
Practice control when she was feeling like I force it
Got a couple ex's, you'll go crazy so she lost it
The past is so foggy, well no wonder she's exhausted
I guess the dum, that's where the drama lies
A real nigga, I'd hate to see lil mama cry
I go up in it, she be shakin like she traumatized
Dick so hard it won't bend, no it won't compromise
I hit it from the back, that ass be sittin right
Almost wanna say I love you when I get inside
And I don't think there's a position that we didn't try
Though we gotta be a couple that she wish we didn't thrive
Sound moronic but she be on the Oxxy
Say even when it hurt it feel good so she don't stop me
Call me on the horn to say your naughty thoughts are wrong
Anytime I send her pictures with balls shorts on

I see you on top, screaming don't stop
Me – just glued to you
Touching on every spot
Things that I can get used to do
You make it so hard
You make it so hard
You got me so hard
Got me stryin, grab another rubber
You got me sayin (my dick hard as a motherfucker)

She keep a low pro, so subtle with it
So hard, probly why she having trouble with it
Uh, my baby far from a push around
And she don't get it up unless you bout to put it down
We can make a movie if we wanted to
And a sequel, watching back to back, one or two
3 and 4, in every scene I be right under you
Cause I love how you ride for yours, now tell me what you wanna do

I see you on top, screaming don't stop
Me – just glued to you
Touching on every spot
Things that I can get used to do
You make it so hard
You make it so hard
You got me so hard
Got me stryin, grab another rubber
You got me sayin (my dick hard as a motherfucker)

Oh got me so hard
Aye eh aye
So, you got me so hard
Got me so hard oh
You got me so hard
So, you got me so hard
You got me so hard baby
You got me so hard
So, you got me so hard yea
Oh oh oh uh oh oh
You got me so, so hard
So hard

 

[fox69]

"So Serious"

"So Serious"



You niggaz couldn't fuck the broads I choose
Couldn't push the rides that I cruise, niggaz couldn't tie my shoes
I've been all around the world
You niggaz ain't men, y'all are girls, niggaz couldn't bench what I curl
Shouldn't be a question about your favorite rapper
And my label got me questioning my favorite rapper
So I, broke hard, one man gang, no squad
No Cialis needed to go hard, listen
It's not rappin, I'm spittin bout everythin that happened
In a few bars, twenty five years get packed in
No regrets til my days up
Can't be Pat Ewing lookin back on that lay-up
When you hood like me, you pull up in that Taurus
Still turnin down pussy, you get too many offers
My guards up, too many crossed us
Nowadays, not enough chiefs and it's too many bosses
I'm forreal wit it

Everybody can't be a boss man
Everybody can't have weight
Somebody gotta have bags
Everybody can't have a brick, somebody gotta have an O around here somewhere!
Man lets just be forreal about it

As if y'all needed to be reminded
I don't look for trouble, I just help a nigga find it
A & R feel like everybody the one
I walk around feelin like everybody my son, one
Shorty feelin the God, I can't blame her
And kicked down the door and came through like Kramer (word)
Now find a nigga better than that
I walked out the movie "Source" and started settin my trap
And I don't yap about how I move wit all the guns
Like a hustlers dance, can't do that where I'm from, son
Talk to me, if it's about a buck, heavy cream
On my Eric Bana shit, fuck everythin!
They thought I would go astray, but I won't
David Banner may have time to play, but I don't
Cause I spit the cane wit ease
And I can't just freeze not until this whole game's febreezed
Muffuckas

 

[fox69]

"Sober Up"
(feat. Crooked I)

"Sober Up"
(feat. Crooked I)



[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

[Chorus]

[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!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Spring Training"

"Spring Training"



We gonna need more than a block, we monopolizing
Nah, I'm not rapping, I'm prophesizing
Quite simply, seat back, diamond white Bentley
Approach it I might empty, since I never gave a FUCK
Ain't nothing you can say that might offend me
Not when only reason shorty's in the ride is to ? me
When you do a little better they begin to hate ya
So I keep animals with me, it's just in my nature
If you don't wanna hear the real then I ain't finna make ya
You just keep hearing what's coming from them incinerators
But when they show the hatred is when you know you made it
Me, I been to hell and back the shit is over rated
But every day could be your last, so if trouble met me
He'll be with a few of viagras and a couple beckys
You want a crash course? Know the damages
I promise y'all that if I got high I'd smoke Canibus
From best to worst, from legend to barely here
Since they repo'd your prime this shit ain't really fair
Losing his mind, somebody better set him straight
Lost Buckingham Palace, now it's Section 8
In '012 why rep that hard?
And who the fuck dug him up from Wyclef's backyard?
But off him, not a part of you is trife
And you can't afford the drama when your Arsenal's a knife
No heart in you to survive, nigga living like an orphan
Beefing bout New Jersey but you living in New Orleans
I ain't even got to stab you, far from a threat
I don't get why a Hitman felt he needed to Holla at you
Come to rapper shit, you real bad at matching wits
I'm better with a badder bitch, how I'm not the catalyst?
When the shots finish flying I bury the biscuit
I fall off the same day Tyler Perry'll miss it
But what stifles me is how you sit back and idly
Call this a rivalry when your idle's me
How you throw a shot at everything you try to be?
Sad part is nothing in your life coincides with me
Now tell me that's your strategy son
The clip's extended, they looking like Natalie Nunn
Sayin' we can blow the shotties how is he supposed to stop me?
As a hobby I get high inhaling decomposing bodies
And if you decide to cross Joe, I'll be waiting with a crossbow
And feed his torso to my baby cane corso
Shit has gone far enough, it's time to finish this
Should stop starting chess matches 'gainst the limitless
Friends with my foes so my peers are annoyed
Everyday they just watch me cry tears of joy
I don't care for the ploy, came up from being hella broke
You think the fans are buying music, I'm selling hope
Here's some insight homie, fuck making a friend
My funeral gonna be by invite-only
By chance I'm going to hell maybe for selling dope
I want my own table sectioned off with a velvet rope
Might want to see Heaven, might need a telescope
A girl to restock anytime the wine cellar's low
Bottle service, maybe a couple whores
High ceilings, flat screens and double doors
I'm not a cult member, I'm not a worshipper
Just a Jers nigga tryin'a have a couple words with her
Strollin' through the hood till she seem outta place
Used to niggas blowing her up that'll cling to her waist
Me, I've never been a nigga that a fiend had to chase
Ask for gucci all you gonna get is cream to the face
So I put my G stacks up against your little weed stash
A one time only event, won't get a recap
Aim it at his knee caps, have niggas in your crib
When you get home, your lil' girl in the back they think it's TCAP
So y'all can put all the blaming on me
But keep in mind this is training for me