Joe Budden

[fox69]

"Warfare"
(feat. Joell Ortiz)

"Warfare"
(feat. Joell Ortiz)



[DJ On Point]
Warfare, featuring Joell Ortiz [echo]
(J.O., it's J.O.)

(IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)

[Joe Budden]
You're now hearin hip hop at it's finest
I'm just criminal minded
The Ed Hardy with the fine fit (oh)
Track just started, no need to rewind it

[Joell Ortiz]
Me, I'm bringin fresh air back, I'm rap's hymelic
Got 'em all sick is that vomit?
Ew you nasty
Man I'll smack your skin if you feel you past it

[Joe Budden]
It's like we lions against Lassies
Niggaz ain't nice, they lyin, the flow ass cheek
I'm on the beat like Contra POW
Steamroll over shit, I'm in a Tonka now
This ain't about radio, see I'm beyond the dial
But still strong arm a nigga, Pete Konda style (ow)

[Joell Ortiz]
The inserts of your album put my ganja out
That sweeter than the lip gloss on Rihanna's mouth
Y'all sleepin, in pajamas on your momma's couch
I'm freakin, in the Bahamas throwin condoms out

[Joe Budden]
Hold up dog, these felons ain't predicates, hands castle delicate
Metal spit, leave 'em on the field like Everett (oh)
I does my own stunts, like the Jackie Chan movie
Mismatch, belt Prada but the pants Louie
If you ain't fair to me, then your whole camp sushi
Rockin Iceberg when niggaz didn't understand Snoopy
Damn moolies, chain of command's ran through me
You and your man uzi, (Slow Down) like Brand Nubie
Can't do me, grant to me, like a man groupie
If that's the number one pick, then he Sam Bowie
And I hate to blow a homie on your mans
You ain't Kid Rock, can't box the Tommy with your hands, motherfucker

[Joell Ortiz]
I was really in the lobby with the grands tryna take guap
In the hallway, all day, is or it ain't hot
Listen to Hot 9, like what do they got
that I don't, With a blindfold I see everyone they say's hot
It's too easy, I'm feelin like I'm a cheater (why?)
The flow heavy, your's light like a slice of pita (haha)
When moms was pregnant she was lightin reefer
That's why I'm nice, in the middle of Alaska I'll write a heater
I'm just cool and rough, hoody matchin my Adidas
Pants with the permanent wrinkles like I am Ian Eagle
I will make every last one of you guys believers
Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm playin timer's keeper

[Joe Budden]
Treat me like a big brother, slash fifth tucker
Let the cig snuff you, you a kid, fuck ya
Cocked AK, Mayday, listenin to (Dre Day)
Can't call me, dick in the mouth, somethin like Ray J
They like Steve Irwin up against the stringray
Heat up like ging ray, when somethin with the beans spray

[Joell Ortiz]
Uh, take a sip of E&J, then a little puff or two
Get some butt, then kick out the slut, you's a bugaboo (haha)
Weak dressers, in the ring I'm Mr. Wonderful
Paul Orndorff, man y'all all soft and huggable
Y'all dealin with a pro here, that don't care
Y'all stiff and worn out like a closet with old gear
And I ain't goin nowhere
Producers know I'm the best thing over those snares
But you speakers whack, Ortiz I overdose like the needle's packed
I be's in a zone, then I give the speakers back

[Joe Budden]
Hold up Joell, the (Ether's) back
See I'm rap's Larry Johnson, redid my contract, now the Chief is back
So blame it on fatigue
Have you like Greg Oden, injured before your first game in the league
I'm spendin old faces, niggaz took my style
Gotta steal my own shit back like O.J. did
Might size you and your spouse, have guys go in your house
With ridges on the nose of the rifle like OW!
POW!

 

[fox69]

"We Outta Here"
(feat. Royce Da 5'9", Joell Ortiz, Crooked I)

"We Outta Here"
(feat. Royce Da 5'9", Joell Ortiz, Crooked I)



[Intro: Royce]
Your left shoulderrrrr (HUT!)
Your right shoulderrrrr (HUT!)
[gunfire]
Your left shoulderrrrr (HUT!)
Your right shoulderrrrr (HUT!)
[whistle blows]

[female] Slaughter

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Poppa-Poppa Pistol stuck his dick in Momma Missile
and created Mr. Got-to-Get-You if he opposite just split
You niggaz bitches cranberry like a vodka mixer
Whippin bitches niggaz black, ass like a cotton picker
Bomb through debris - I'm holdin two pistols
in the form of a crosshair, I am armed to the T
I put on for my city, I take off for whoever
think I'm soft for my job of rappin, go back to clappin
Back to illin, back to dealin, back to coc-a-ina
Up the nose, that's the feelin, sky the limit, that's the ceilin
And the women is the whores, puttin numbers up for sales
It's the score into hell, it's the feel, it's the feel

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" - singing with AutoTune]
I can make noise when the gat blowwwww-ooooooh-oooh
The Slaughterhouse boys make the gat blowwwww-ohhhhh-ooooh
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouuuuuuuse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta here
It's a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta

[Joe Budden]
[starts off screwed] I live my life like a hood bopper
touched by evil, all about bread and evil
Regular people lookin like bread to eagles with the desert eagle
Cordially they forcin me to act accordingly
When according to me my thoughts disorderly just like they outta be
It's more to me in accord to me
Just mad at the smoke and the mirrors, image, perceptions and the forgery
Everything is a fraud to me
So until the boys wake up, me and my boys make up
Be with the toy sprayers, aimin noise makers at the noise makers (blam)
Best group ever, group of whoever who do it better
Bets placed on it (nigga!) number one got our face on it
And I make a case on it, treason
Every twelve months it's huntin season
They call us Slaughterhouse for a reason!

[Chorus]

[Royce] Crooked!

[Crooked I]
Piano face Audemars, you haters know the time
Drug abusin fourth-grader, I mean a loaded nine
Hits in the stash, Ferrari Spider, the road is mine
Like lap dancers and bad brakes, I'm on the grind
So tell Officer Crawford that this is (Slaughterhouse)
And I left the next black president in his daughter's mouth
Swallow my kids then I'm like, "Yo I gotta bounce"
Ben Franklin's a math genius and every dollar counts
We takin over the game, go at you little wussies
(Why?) Cause that's the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy
Somethin bad is emergin
Slaughter's blowin up like a suicide bomber promised 70 virgins nigga

[Chorus]

[Royce] Ortiz!

[Joell Ortiz]
One quarter of Slaughter reportin to you live
from a corner where reporters stop by
Since somebody playin pow-pow
shots fly out a glock-9 'til you cooked like a potpie
Take a look at everybody in my crew
bet you can't find a member of the squad that is not fly
Anybody say they can see us they either lyin
or not wearin they glasses, apparently cock-eyed
We don't shit, we ca-ca
We don't spit, we emit lava
Got a grip on these hip-hoppers like a big lobster
Everybody know the deal when the hear the kid YOWWA!
Goo-goo, ga-ga, baby cryin 'bout the internet
They get on the site but they showed me and Joe the other night
takin flights then lightin up a cigarette
Motherfucker we ill, not one insect step short of the best thing
Everything we touch make they head swing and, y'all ain't really interestin
Throw a shot, and our fans do the interceptin
You got the crowd fooled but I ain't really into wrestlin (into wrestlin)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Welcome To Real Life"
(feat. Emanny)

"Welcome To Real Life"
(feat. Emanny)



[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Yo, I seen shorty on the staircase, in front of an empty beer case
Weird face, almost like it was "Scared Straight!"
Like he ain't have a care in life (uh), wipin tears from his eyes
That already appeared to have been dried
We chopped it, said he was adopted
And there's a lot of shit he just tucks in his closet (uh)
Real calm, said he'd always feel harm
And all he want to do is meet his real dad and real mom
All the nice home and clothes do is remind me (how when)
In all these years, they ain't even tried to find me
Never mind love, I feel like they never liked me
If I thought there was a God, I would ask the nigga "why me?"
But some things you better off havin never knew
Maybe they wanted better for you than they could ever do
You got a family, I see that you don't care for them
But love gon' always be love, no matter where it's from
What if I said your moms couldn't give birth
Contemplated leavin Earth, 'til you brought her life worth
Whatever you goin through, could always be much worse
Don't make a mistake, mistakin your blessings for a curse (so)
So, told dude you in the right place, right here
Can't run to your corner when life don't wanna fight fair (talk to 'em)
Things'll become quite clear
When you decide to wake up and stop havin fantasies about a nightmare (oh! yeah)

[Chorus 1 - Emanny - w/ Joe Budden ad libs]
They don't see, who you are
They too busy posin
But the front won't go far
Just thank God your fantasy ain't real - real life
You got everything but they got nothin
Fantasy to real life
You got everything but they got nothin

[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
Yeah, you damn right she on her high horse
She say “don't worry 'bout hers nigga, ride yours”
Before you talk, clean your own backyard
Souped up and sought after by the athletes and rap stars (uh)
Developin a name, creepin to fame
She quick to trade her vagina for a seat at the game
And it's so foul, she don't see the shame
In the act or the fact that she view it as an equal exchange (oh!)
But she stay with the newest on, Louboutins
Buyin groceries with coupons, sleepin on a futon
No self-esteem to cover her lack of confidence
She get on Twitter, retweetin all the compliments
Pretty face, nice strut with a nice butt
Disguise of a slut, only tryin to get wifed up
But when it's party time, she won't be a second late
Once she leaves V.I.P., it's back home to Section 8
What confused me
Is niggaz tried to kick it but she come across bougie, in her best
friend's jewelry
Part-time mother (but), but somethin real shady when her
Two year old daughter much closer to the babysitter (uh)
Cry when she alone, product of a broke down home (yeah)
Won't change 'cause she already grown (talk to 'em)
Already set in her ways, no need in tryin to help (talk to 'em)
So she'd rather find wealth before she can find herself (oh!, yeah)

[Chorus 1 - w/ Joe Budden ad libs]

[Break - Emanny - w/ Joe Budden ad libs]
You can be what you want
But it's too much for ya to let go
Ain't got to be somethin else
Better off just bein yourself
Ain't gonna get you far
When you gonna wake up and deal with the real life?
To real life

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Real quick, let me introduce y'all to Maverick
Lifetime addict, who recently kicked the habit (uh)
Lookin for a job, companies won't let him have it
'Cause there's drug and gun charges up and down his whole jacket (uh)
Constantly rejected, can't deal with the aggravation (so)
So now he scared to be honest on the application
Past caught up, 'cause every door shuts like "sorry we can't help ya"
Then it's back home to the shelter (oh!)
Nothin to lose, givin up like many other minions
Pendin his trial in the court of public opinion
'Til he got a call from a temp agency
Said they had a void, asked could he fill the vacancy? (okay)
Unlike what he appears, been employee of the month for a year (I guess)
Self doubt is related to fear
And they'll never replace him
If ya gonna catch up with your dreams, gotta be willin to chase them (oh!)

[Chorus 2 - Emanny]
They don't see, who you are
They just see your posin
But the front won't go far
You can turn your fantasy to real - real life
You got everything but they got nothin
Fantasy to real life
You got everything but they got nothin, nothin, nothin

 

[fox69]

"What Y'all Want"

"What Y'all Want"


[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
I can see what they mad for, shit I would be mad too
They wouldn't acknowledge me, shit my name was taboo
Could fuck who I want now, should be my next tattoo
Passed up on your bitch, she'll settle and have you
You live in a basement, me, I'm in a castle
And since I'm a drop-out, that's my cap and tassel
Closest thing to a rockstar, my friends call me Axl
To keep it a hundred I think the credit is past due
(What y'all want)
I mean, shit's to be expected by now
When the top-tier MCs dodge, it don't annoy me
If they hearing it like I am, it ain't a shock they avoid me
(What y'all want)
Personally, I think you niggas is beat
He done battled a million times, he got yet to be beat
Signed to an M&M but it's these other niggas that's sweet

[Hook]
(What y'all want)
Top down and adopted the crown and
I walk out fresh kicks and all this hatred on me
And I won't give it back, so yall gonna have to take it from me
(What y'all want)
Shoulda got this dough by now
Or should I be that nigga, I could show you how
Been a few years, figured yall would know by now

[Verse 2]
I see why they call him lame though, I would call him lame too
They wanted me out of here, but since then my fame grew
Used to be on house arrest, bracelet on my ankle
Couple million later and they shocked that I'm the same dude
Quick big up to Wu Tang, deaded all that Meth stuff
Youngin's go and look for beef, adults don't let it fester
Some of yall still judge though, still believe in Esther
Yall gonna let that ho stop yall from hearing what the best does?
Some of yall don't know no better so yall just neglect
So they'd rather compare my current girlfriend to my ex
They say I'll loose my mind if Kaylin leaves me, I digress
I think my track record should show what yall would think about my next
Counting my money like it's gonna make you some
On my dick like it's gonna make you come, bum niggas
See it from my perspective, here's a little word for you
You make enough bread, it eventually goes to work for you

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I see why they think I’m old though, I would think im old too
Reinvented mad times, I keep making old new
Now a nigga worldwide, back then I was local
And every dude yall said was better than me then is old news
Modern day present fans are fickle it's depressing
1 single, 1 album yall gone say he with the legends
The veterans be pissed when we pay mind to they selections
And the newbies get gassed every time they Jay elect them
It’s niggas with more money and less respect
To me that tomfoolery's dead, bottom line real niggas
Know what’s more important and dollars ain’t in attendance
When that eulogy said, so let’s get it clear first before
You compare them to me
Wait a couple years, make sure they don’t disappear first
It’ll save us some confusion
Everything ain’t a classic and everybody ain’t dope some of that is an illusion
The funny thing about a label push, you never know
Shit could go either way, go ahead and run along side it
End up on the wrong side of it
When your life change it could be only weeks away
I'm a result of the fans and debt in the middle man
With that logic I don’t got to rely on a good day
Did great on a label
Did greater on my own, so pick the MC of the moment and ponder could they?

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"When It All Implodes"

"When It All Implodes"


[Verse 1]
They say the World’s coming to an end, homie I don’t care
Bullet proof in my closet that I don’t wear
Niggas talk behind my back as if I won’t hear
Back against the ropes like I won’t dare
Bitch I don’t tear
I know too many niggas facin’ 25 to life
I know too many ain’t make to 25 in life
Too many look up to me, I’m who they idolise
No soap opera I ain't your guiding light
Worry bout my car and the kit, wattup Michael Knight
I bared my all, you would think I’m bout to die tonight
I’m tryna not to get stuck, lifestyle of a Trojan
It mean I’m tryna not to get fucked, wattup!

[Hook]
World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
I’ll be in the front row when it all implodes

(I don’t have to tel you thinks are bad)
(Everybody knows things are bad. it’s a depression)

I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
I’ma have a blast wit it, when it all implodes

[Verse 2]
They say the World’s coming to an end
I find it funny cause mine is just beginning
Mind is full of women, mines like a rollarcoaster
But I slow up the ride
Then they feel sick to they stomach
But all they could throw up is pride
You talking bout a recession that I cordially ignore
Fuck a dollar if you morally poor
R R R all of your gonna see is royalty ?
Nevermind income, spoil me with loyalty
It’s too many fake niggas not enough real
There's too many emcee’s, not enough deals
Too many broke, when there's too many bills
Too many ways to attain wealth, fuck the poor economy
Blame yourself
Guess we can’t all leave the hood just rapping
And say society is twisted like it just happened
Nigga, I call bogusness so if you fucked up
Probably cause you just noticed it

[Hook]
World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
I’ll be in the front row when it all implodes
I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
I’ma have a blast wit it, when it all implodes

[Verse 3]
They say the World’s coming to an end
Now everybody got a complaint
Everybody tryna live like they some kind of saint
Only nigga not tryna be something I ain't
That ain't the picture I paint
And if I did it’d be ?
Life’s a bitch, I’m fully ready to meet her
I’ll be in my best fit, I’ma have the fresh caesar
Since I’m eager, be in the room, dusting off the heater
Have a fully loaded forty pointed at her when I meet her
? gunpoint, bitch don’t tempt me
Force her eyes open, looking vacant, empty
No wonder that they shower me with hatred and envy
I’ve picked the wrong nigga couldn't make it against me
Fuck ya healthcare, health scare
Even though I’m well aware
Counting down til I pull the trigger, like hell yeah
I be the last time you impose
Legs crossed with my cig lit
Now watch it all implode!

[Hook]
World keeps spinning as the drama unfolds
I’ll be in the front row when it all implodes
I got a pocket full of money and a room full of hoes
I’ma have a blast wit it, when it all implodes

 

[fox69]

"When Thugs Cry"

"When Thugs Cry"


[Chorus]
How can you just leave me standin'
alone in a world that's so cold
maybe I'm just too demandin'
maybe I'm just like my father too bold
maybe I'm just like my mother
she's never satisfied
why do we scream at each other
this is what it sounds like when thugs cry

[Verse 1]

(yo) First off I got a seed comin'
so I won't even front like I don't need nothin'
dependin' on record sales for me to see
somethin'
but if that fall back how the fuck I'm supposed to feed little Budden
I been to jail before
I been a bum before

but a nigga ain't never had a son before
I dealt with caine and fire
I done banged with fighters
but I ain't never changed
a diaper
I ain't ready
ever since I signed niggas been on my back
like mouse what up, when I'm gettin' on the track
and
so the hood hates me
figured they be much kinder like Joe congratulations and we comin' right behind ya
everybody in the
hood I dap
says I'm responsible for everybody in the hood that raps
they don't like how I do shit
say I changed
I'm the
same nigga that you all went to high school with
after all these years I'm still the same drug addict
and it's fucked up I'm
sober with them same drug habits
I still pinch, thief, con and lie, rob, shoot
difference now is I ain't high
Cats is after
me
at least I got a crew to warn me
I don't like walkin' around with this 32 on me
at least my mans is real
at least my
family's there
is it worth rappin'
the answers yeah but I don't know...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

yo I'm a survivor
I seen darker days
a mama's boy with my father's ways
but I had to see my mom in tears
when pop went
to the store for them newports that he must ain't find in years
my little brother lives in the same state
I ain't know
that
I got a little brother
I didn't know that
see I was never told that
if so I'd of been at the door with a basketball
and a Kodak
love my baby moms to death
she don't believe that
shit I ain't never there for her to see that
don't wanna
lose my wiz
beggin' her to do this bid
not jail but this music shit
and I know your family hate me but we come far
just
us against the world unarmed
me and my girlfriend
come a time when your mind ain't right and you palm a rug
and you get used
to not being used to
I'm cool with where the lord placed me
but I hold my heat and pray I never have to take it off
safety
I pray for all my niggas pinchin' on the curb
Jersey City will get the recognition it deserves
I pray for my son,
he'll have genes like me
pray that he don't have to go through everything like me
pray to God to bring out the things I
never knew I had in me
the rest of my mom and dad in me (uh huh)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Why Would I"

"Why Would I"


You can always count on me

[Verse 1]
I got no time to be wasteful, treat my time like it’s rare
I appalled at the fact that you think I got it to spare
I got so many folk, pulling me every which where
They bombard me problems, niggas think that I care
They be clogging my air
But I just dismiss it
They say I’m unfair, they depend on me to fix it
They say I don’t give back, they say that I’m evil
Help yourself please before you expect me too
I got so many hoes, that vie for attention
I ain't saying no names, they would die for a mention
They love my sense of humour, they say I’m a clown
They say I can be insensitive but they stay around
And it’s normally a model, nigga, shocked that I got ‘em
But way before the deal, was never a problem
Y’all judging it wrong, you think this what I offer
But it’s all in the mind, more about what I taught her
Solo maintenance, no Victoria secrets
All I ask is that they make the bed when they leave it
We can be in the PJ, could be at the Clearview
You talk to the pilot from your seat, can hear you
Some niggas got beef with me
But I’m an adult so it’s not I’m afraid
It’s that I know the results
And the song never changes
Sung from the pulpit
My time is important I got enough of the bullshit

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna waste your time
I got so much I could be doing with mine
Why would I waste your time
You handle your shit, I handle mine
That way it’s all good
It’s all, it’s all, it’s all good
It’s all good
That way it’s all good
It’s all, it’s all, it’s all good
It’s all good

[Verse 2]
I can show you a mansion show you some cars
It speaks in volumes that I’m showing you bars
The money means nothing you make it you lose it
Some niggas stay broke and just make up excuses
I could be out the country hiding under the bucket
Shop when I land, I ain't checking no luggage
Bet I give it my all, I can give you a quarter
But even in that I can give you slaughter
I can be at the jeweller, can be at the theatre
Can be at the strip club or can be with the Realtor
I can wanna relax and vacay with dude
I can be anywhere that means away from you
From the kid on the block, selling dope
Now I’m in VIP behind a velvet rope
I tap shawty on the shoulder, tell her to go
She say she depressed, I’m helping her cope
I can take her to Gucci, can take her to Mike Korrs
If you had the World what would you strive for?
It’s a gift and a curse
Everything is a drawback
I could be in grey-house but nigga I’m off that
It’s the size of your heart when your facing a wall
Are you afraid of heights or afraid of the fall?
The song never changes, sung from the pulpit
Time is important, enough of the bullshit

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Words Of A Chameleon"

"Words Of A Chameleon"


Check it, I'm the voice of every dead nigga's secrets
That's why the fucktards want me dead before I can speak it
Yall call it crazy, I'm the heartbeat of every aborted baby
High off every line snorted in the 80s
Let it breathe, no wonder why his thoughts ratchet
See the world through the shades that Stacks wore in his casket
I steal his body from the graveyard on foot, ain't no looking back
Bring him on tour with me and when it's over put him back
If you couldn't tell, the behavior says if a nigga send me to hell it's a favor
I never felt that was major, God forgive me or don't, maybe He'll help later
Until I'll share pop's nightmares [?] elevator
Which taught me not to doubt a coward for a thing
Yin-yang theory, shit Juwan Howard got a ring
All it takes is the smallest nigga in your camp to get eternal
Half a match book will transform to an inferno
And jail's so grotesque
That cause of my past, I can't bask in my success
Peep how my brain masturbates, I mean, I wake up
Walk on my deck and stare at a beautiful yard that just reminds of the yard
I unlock a cell, a buried man, wrongly accused
Bet it all, the judges to put him there, won't be amused
This ain't Joe yall, more like the mind of every rape victim
Who can't retrace the face of the nigga that had his way with em
When my heart stops it crops
Every 9-1-1 call that took too long
But don't look at it wrong
Cause the irony of my group's name is though he seem the luckiest
Where we lay our heads seems to be where it's bloodiest
To say we're rebels would imply we're against
That's a lie nigga, we just convinced
So in case the puppet-masters didn't know Joe
They tried making us the guinea pigs
We just killed it and kept it as a logo

 

[fox69]

"World Keeps Spinnin'"

"World Keeps Spinnin'"


[Talking]
Yeah...
Escape Route
Let's go

[Hook]
And the world keeps spinning! (Nigga)
I feel like the world keeps spinning (Spinning)
And the world keeps spinning
It's like the world keeps winning
And to spite me the world keep grinning

[Verse 1]
I ain't trying to bother none
So how I end up bothered son?
Yeah you damn right I'm my father's son
Minus prison, minus over 20 years in the system
But don't take away the wisdom
Holy water won't cleanse him
Hardheaded, won't convince him
A nigga wear pride like it's denim
Fuck ?? get along with me
I'm alright with everything that's wrong with me
And that's how it's going to be
That opinion is mine, motherfucker, it belong to me
So get mad at it, half beast, half addict
Can halfass it and be better than rap bastards
Black 'matic, give me rheumatism asthmatic
I spit high class acid, I'm positive, now that's magic
I'm trying to change shit like a Panther
Asking the right questions but getting the wrong answers

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I could talk about how a nigga trade slugs
Boast about, toasting, what the .38 does
But a nigga seen what happened to the family of J-Hud
So I thank God for every morning I wake up
Wait up!
Confront is if everything's fine?
But my grandmother's dying, and shes 89
Older but her mind about as sharp as mine
If this world were mine I would rewind time
To a time when her heart didn't leak that fluid
She needs surgery, doctors talking stupid
Said "she already lived her life so she can afford to lose it"
Talking like their tools is useless
Ain't that some shit, she gotta approve it
Grandma ready to go, she'd rather them not do it
No matter how much it might hurt me
Another lesson learned, some fights ain't fight worthy
Jersey

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm waiting on a true revival
I'ma call you a coward if you alive and suicidal (WHY?)
Either be grateful for everything God said you supposed to get
Or pull the trigger and get over it
Hip Hop's supposed to give, all this weight on my back
But you ain't gotta spot me, I can shoulder it
Life's a rollercoaster, that ride gonna be easy
Why don't you believe me? My parents was high when they conceived me
Say I got a couple control issues
I disagree, I just like to control issues
My train of thought, my state of mind
Is I could change the world one state at a time
With the madness of every hater alive
Got an agenda, I just feel like ya'll should cater to mine
Ideas brilliant, perservere, I'm resilient
Until the world change, I be right here chilling
Nigga

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"World Takeover"

"World Takeover"


[Joe Budden]
Whoever thought that, taking over the world would take
longer than 3 years
I know I didn't shit
Matter of fact it ain't, it ain't been 3 years yet
Well the takeover is coming
I know you hear 'em coming
It feel like '03 yet?
You in that mood yet?!?!
I just like sayin that shit
That shit just sound good
Jersey!
The king of New Jersey
World Takeover

You got some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna [scratches]
Some wanna shoot 'em on site [scratches]
Some, some wanna shoot 'em on site [scratches] Some
Some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna shank me
Put him out to dry, you got some wanna hang me
Then I pissed 'em off, or made some of 'em angry
All I did for this hood I THOUGHT niggaz would thank me
And I could give a fuck bout where none of you rank me
Him, him, them, son none of 'em ain't me
I worked hard to get here, now that I got here
They want me gone, they tryna treat Joe like a Yankee
[gun shots] (Is this what you want?!)

Some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna shank me
Put him out to dry, you got some wanna hang me
Then I pissed 'em off, or made some of 'em angry
All I did for this hood I THOUGHT niggaz would thank me
And I could give a fuck bout where none of you rank me
Him, him, them, son none of 'em ain't me
I worked hard to get here, now that I got here
They want me gone, they tryna treat Joe like a Yankee
Mic check 1,2
I say what I mean, I mean what I say what I feel
Do whatever I want to
Got into something you can't undo
I piss in whatever subway your train of thought gotta run through
I'm by my lonely, so I might let the hawk show
Any block, I double-park, get out and walk slow
And nowadays niggaz like listenin to bullshit, its obvious
Even Tyra got a talk show
Left the Sidekick home, took the old school pager
I wanna believe there's no such thing as a hater
Do something for somebody, they expect something in return
Now there's no such thing as a favor
Soon as I stop smoking, blunts come out in flavors
I think of New Orleans when I step out in gators (talk to 'em)
Some dudes starving, their ribs just keep touchin
My shoulder nicknamed me Chicago, I keep brushing
E'ry nationwide artist ain't national
Rappers appear to be dicks that really vaginal
E'ry Capo out there ain't seeing capital
And everybody's rationale really ain't rational (oh!)
So when I'm toting the 5
I rep Willy's and Jers, I don't need to be on Ocean Drive
See the white tee wit my cig lit
I'm Larry Brown, New York is fucked up so they signed me to fix shit
When beef come I'm never tryna find me a biscuit
Late night I'm never tryna find me a quick trick
Call me I'll tell you how stupid a bitch get
I know they every move, see me on that kid shit
They wanna bring harm to you
Front like they really got a bond with you
Like 'member I went to the prom with you (nah!)
Fuck dude got not choice but to bong at you
Mans ain't gorilla, so better have King Kong with you
He's bitch see the lypo on him
Caravan might ride slow on him, mu'fucker
I might let this lil red light glow on him
Hope he walk round wit Geico on him, mu'fucker
Look, pardon you fags, Yea I heard part of your raps
It's all wack, how you start to get gassed
And this rap shit is like reality TV
It's totally different from what it's marketed as
Know the game's fucked up, no I can't call it quits
Can't knock me down, and I won't fall and trip
I gotta just milk this shit for all it gives
No chain on but 10 mortgages
So naw fam, don't wanna talk or just chit-chat
Fell down liftin the pound just from the kick back
Dudes got a problem wit me, just a snitch that
Ask anybody, I'm the wrong one to get at
Get that?

She so stupid, I'ma get her talk
some of that good phone sex shit we be doin
Aight, take me from the mu'fuckin tippity