Joe Budden

[fox69]

"Exxxes"

"Exxxes"


[Joe Budden talking]
You look familiar
I swear seen you some where before are you sure
Are you sure we never meet
Naw I'm not using it for some cheap pick up line
I really think you look familiar

Look she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my

[Verse 1]
She don't gotta a name
So for now lets call her Ashley
Had her gym close on
Seen her when she pass me
Met her up in Exxon
Body was the nicest
Cursing up a storm
She complaining bout the prices
She just left Toronto for Jerz brough a condo
Know everything about her though we never had a convo
Pops wasn't around much
Her mother raised her
Got so much in common that
I don't like to face her
Her parents are dope heads
She dropped out of school to
Got the same tat's at me and I find that unusual
That I smoke cigs stay they're bad for my own health
Said I'll never love me cause I don't love my own self
Gave me the ass the first night and I gladly tossed it
The best part was I didn't even have to ask for it
Her period don't ever come
And when I dick her down she always run

[Chorus]
She be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my

[Verse 2]
She like to scream so the neighbor's might hear her
For some reason like get in front of the mirror
Let me make it clearer
She be making strange request
And I'm not talking bout just pulling on her hair oooooonn
She be saying choke me like I lost all respect
And every time I do marks show up on my neck
She say punch
her smack her
Like I'm an attacker
I say you a fool
I say just do what I asked ya
I be going slow until she tell me do it faster
Every time I'm out with her these nigga just harass her
I don't understand it
She so unattractive
Shorty looking terrible
Plus she come with baggage
I tap it
Though she below my average it deceives me
She be talking marriage saying she'll never leave me
I say I'm gonna bounce
But I say I don't believe me
She fucks me every time she sees me

[Chorus]
She be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my

[Verse 3]
I be wanting ta
Strangle her
Throw her off the balcony
Dangle her
Mangle her
How long have I carried this anger for
How come when we argue
We have to get physical
We crucial conflict
She ends up in critical
Habitual
Happens daily
It's our ritual
But show your face bitch stop being invisible
Is it just my mental
Is she just a symbol
There for me to look at everything that I resemble
Sometimes during sex I blurt another name
Do that mean I look at me and be ashamed
I'm cheating on me
With a hottie
with a body
Who so happen to embody
Everything I so happen to not be
I be tryna leave her
But then I get lenient
And since I'm in this room alone
She become convenient
Then we lie together
Cry together
I swear I hope we die together

[Chorus]
She be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my

[Verse 4]
I finally grew the balls to tell shorty we should separate
Save your breathe nothing you can do to make me hesitate
There no room for me and you to grow
Don't love me then leave me alone do both
Then she apologize for anything that she did
Said with out me she can't think of no reason to live
Said she'll miss getting piped down
The she picked up a shank
I to tell the crazy bitch to put the knife down
Crying
I shadow on her face
Filthy
Feel me if you kill you
It's gonna kill me
Really
She said you neglect me
I said we the same
So whatever you do it's gone affect me
You know I can't let it be
So if we have to stay together just to co-exist then so it is
She said I loved you then hugged me
Took her pants off and proceeded to fuck me

[Chorus]
She be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my name
Screaming real loud I would think she's pain
Nigga's tried to tell me her head was insane
Everything she do it takes a toll on my brain
It seems a little strange but she be calling my

 

[fox69]

"Family Reunion"
(feat. Ransom, Hitchcock, Fabolous)

"Family Reunion"
(feat. Ransom, Hitchcock, Fabolous)



[Intro - Killa BH - talking]
Uh oh!
It's that time again
It's been too long
It's family reunion
We got to school y'all to the game (IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
You know what let's talk to 'em (HUH?)
Let's go (IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)

[Joe Budden - talking behind Killa BH]
Uh
Mic check, mic check
Check, one two, one two

[DJ On Point - talking]
Y'all already know what time it is (y'all already know what time it is)
Family reunion (family reunion)
Ransom (Ransom), Hitchcock (Hitchcock), Fab (Fab), let's go

[Joe Budden - talking behind DJ On Point]
The wolves is out niggaz, uh
Get 'em boy

[Verse 1 - Ransom]
Ain't nobody tryin to rap or play me
I'll be at they crib with a couple hammers and a black old AV
Black gonna pay me, still get the smack off Baisley
Cause I'm touchin more diesel than Shaq old lady
Boy, you did it, I done it, I get it, I punish
The shit that I come with'll separate a riff from a stomach
I'm the boss, when I spit it, you love it
Matter fact, I'm a Viking, I need a whole village to plumage
Yeah, the nigga is here, the city is scared
You got the throne? Then I think I need to sit in your chair
We could really get physical here
And the sky's the limit nigga, I put your whole clique in the air
Baby, so quit playin, 'fore the clips spray 'em
And have his MIA like Nick Saban
His whole shit caved in, my whole clique cavemen
Hard bodied nigga, my whole shit pavement
You can't spit if you dead in the ground
In the woods, where your head'll be found
And it's good that you gettin it now, in the precinct confessin it now
I can't fuck with the rest of you clowns, faggot

[Verse 2 - Hitchcock]
High in the silence before the storm
Lincoln Park, the Audubon
Slang rock on the same block that the water on
I be more than gone, run and get your order form
Next time I record a song, gon' put my daughter on
Cause she realer than most niggaz
I tote triggers, for you broke niggaz and gold diggers with no figures
That why I palm the heater, for all you non-believers
I'm on your ass like white on Rice, I'm Condoleezza
Better con the preacher, you tryin to get on a feature
Better get your casket bastard (why?), I'm gon' eat ya
We ain't in the same weight class
Your fake ass, couldn't stop a nigga with brake pads
I'm way past, anything that you ever did
I'm better kid and we never sweat a bid
It's easy to get a cig
In the bing, I'm like Ving Rhames, I bring pain
I sling 'caine off the wing like I'm King James
Y'all doubtin who?
When I spit the whole lead, they be callin Code Red, like Mountain Dew
'Fore I count to two, you could get your back blown (OH!)
Cause your chemic's out of minutes like a TracFone (NIGGA!)
Get back homes, I'm back on my shit
I don't mingle, I'm like Pringles, stackin my chips
Clappin my fifth, you the 'test me type'
Comin out with a "Blade" to get Wesley Snipes
So the cops could arrest me, right? It's not happenin
You ain't ever gonna get on, so stop rappin
(H20) comin this summer, so stop askin
All heat like Wall Street, it stop crashin
Now the Feds want to read his rights
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ, I got passion
I'm black and all my niggaz gettin this 'feti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags and (what? OH!)

[Chorus - Joe Budden - w/ ad libs]
So whatever you tryin to do little niggaz (niggaz), I already done (done)
And since you want to live by it little nigga (nigga), then die by the gun (gun)
See whatever you tryin to do little nigga, I've already done (done)
So how the fuck you gon' win little nigga (nigga), I've already won (won)

[Verse 3 - Fabolous]
Like we always do it, d-d-damn
Yes (yes), let's go (yes), uh huh
Aiyyo, money is the root of all evil I thought
But when I'm broke is usually when I have the evilest thoughts
That's when the arms come out, like sleeves when it's short
With more bullets than your favorite wide receiver has caught
And that Randy Mossberg, ya Steve Smith & Wesson ya
The shoes pop up like Instant Messenger
You've got mail, naw nigga you got shells
And my Mac, you can't use for iChat
I've got that, confused that with live flat
And my gat is on leg like thigh tat
I that nigga, who you dudes
Some broke niggaz who tryin to get some youtube views
So 'less you want a point blank, boy you're too close
Bail's in pocket, this is Lawyer Lou Los
I'm pretty sure more hotties seen me in that four door ridey
Double pipes like a sawed off shotty, nigga

(IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)

[Verse 4 - Joe Budden]
I flow sickly, ridin, bumpin old Biggie
Roll with me or lose weight, Nicole Richie
Fuck plat, if I don't reach diamond vein
I treat a nigga's face like the old Simon game
Figured out why men try us
Cause we OD on rims and then tires, for that we Len Bias
All it takes is a punch
He ain't brave, he a punk
I'll put his family in boxes, meet the Brady Bunch
How y'all feel yourselves?
Should kill yourselves, us Cowboys don't need you, you Bill Parcells
And you ain't got to empty your pockets when the K's out
Whatever you holdin is mine, we my PayPal
See I don't get how this guy is a threat
I make his life inept for a pie to the neck
Ride or die, if you both nigga, ride to the death
I a cappella the whole left side of his vest
Not retirin, still got that pension pendin
Tryin to pop the hood and see the engine missin
Double barrelled shotgun, have your men get missin
She got pretty brown eyes and she in mint condition
Oh the cig in the car, you diss en moi
Take the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit
Tell a bird like it is, you promise the broad
I one line her (you), you Isiah Thomas the broad
I could send a clique cartridge at a nemesis target
And catch a ROR on some Jena 6 charges (naw)
Naw, I'll put this thing away
I don't even need a whole hairdo to flip 'em, all it take is one finger wave
Been in the bing for days, show you how I'm real
Come home to the truck with the Optimus Prime grill
Handed out crack, got the scene poppin off
They not sleepin on 'em, the fiends is noddin off
For real, tell me how you a thug and you Superman? (nigga)
I just seen you in the club doin the Superman (nigga)
A bunch of clowns homes
All I need in this world is the pound chrome, Huxtable brown stone
Major paper (I mean), cake by the layers
If these dudes is live, I'm the Creative Player
They callin 'em 'Kings' when they so so hot
Something's wrong with that picture, must be Photoshop
I don't promote violence, but when sparkin the flame - BLAM
Arms start wavin like the Carlton Banks dance
When them tools go pop, it move whole blocks
Come around with your dog and get Cooljo shot
These MC's is lame, I try to be an MC with brains
These niggaz is MC Brains
Bein nice, rappers is far from bein nice
I'm on the rooftop recordin, niggaz is bein sniped
It's like

[Chorus - w/ ad libs]

[Outro - DJ On Point - talking - w/ Killa BH ad libs in background]
Shout to the whole BSC (whole BSC)
Shout to my nigga Dru Cartier
SlimeBugz, DJ Sunkiss
The Don (The Don), Dre Bless (Dre Bless)
DJ Baby Dru (DJ Baby Dru)
My nigga Freeze

 

[fox69]

"Fire"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)

"Fire"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)



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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Whoo! [repeat to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Focus"

"Focus"


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[fox69]

"Focus (Remix)"
(feat. LL Cool J, Queen Dutchess)

"Focus (Remix)"
(feat. LL Cool J, Queen Dutchess)



[Joe Budden]
Ok, haha (let's do it)
Let's rock and rip AIYOO!! (Jump Off)
Let's do it like, we gon' do it like
Rock, rip it AIYOO!!
AIYOO! (yeah) AIYOO!
Rock and rip it let's go!
You know I had to do one right?
AIYOO! Fa' sho

[Verse: Joe Budden]
Still on my grind homie
The top pick you right pie homie
Long John weather ducking one time homie
Dealt wit the nine chromie and the 4-4 old
Need something to blast off by remote control let's go!
No burger fool the pimp game is all crunk (LL: like a 70's movie)
Yeah! lil' lady wanna peel that whip
Can't even let you shotgun it wit a heel that thick
Ma! wanted foreplay I showed her the realest
She asked me to go downtown I drove to the village you know!
Half a Belve' baboo gets nada
I repeated myself for it, but you ain't swallow
Breathe! come on boo stop the bullquick
Get your head down, DUCK like you doding bullets AIYOO!
On the low now, remix, it's about to go down ladies

[Chorus]
[QD:] Ladies! if you focused man
Would you please rock wit it if you overstand Joe!
[JB:] Get focused man cause whether H2 or Rover man
We do enough AIYOO!
[LL:] Uh! if you focused man
Would you please rock wit it if you overstand, uh!
[JB:] Sing the track now, pause
[QD:] Stop playing man bring it back now

[Verse: LL Cool J]
WHOO! I like the way that sounds
The moaning and the groaning L holding it down
Until the box wouldn't drowned
Yo actresses bouncing off matresses
(QD: look at how fat this is!)
Perfect to practice wit, matter of fact we get
Even more elaborate, flows immaculate
Who can touch us? the Grand Sire getting cheddar wit my
(QD: Young Queen Dutchess) She on fire!
Low puches, eat em up school lunches
I changed the game I got em doing stomach crunches
I rearranged and repaid my lane
Bounced off the guard rail speeding in the rain and
(JB: crashed back in the game) (QD: you know LL flames)
Focused like the +Red Dragon+ on +Hannibal's+ brain
Got them H2 Hummers for the summers no game
I'm rich already I'm just a luggin brigade

[Chorus]
[QD:] Ladies! if you focused man
Would you please rock wit it if you overstand Joe!
[JB:] Get focused man cause whether hoopty or chaffeur man
We do enough AIYOO!
[LL:] Uh! if you focused man
Would you please rock wit it if you overstand, uh!
[JB:] Sing the track now, pause
[QD:] Stop playing man bring it back now

[Verse: Queen Dutchess (LL Cool J)]
When Dutch pull up to the club in the CL snug
Don't worry bout the details love (uh uh)
So much glow they think I'm radioactive
First single drop radio-active (yeah yeah)
Just remember I'm the chick that don't let the track live
Dudes'll hear the flow and forget I'm attractive (never)
Wit LL standing close the Dutch hit it out the park like Sammy Sosa
(Joey go again!)

[Verse: Joe Budden (LL Cool J)]
OG watch me thug you Hepher
(Easy Joe I'll show you how to 'Luv Em Better' ya know)
Jump Off I don't love em at all
I knock em down at the crib drop em back at the mall (it's like that)
Stand out for your chain won't you go untold
Now cheatings alright long as I don't go broke (whoa)
Sing the track now, pause (QD: stop playing man bring it back now)
Friday - I ain't gotta tuck the Eagle
Cause I'm sliding in the back door just ta vinyl
Saturday - we white tee, your man'll get tied up
Later rolling pimp wit some girly and plan to rock
Sunday - Sunday I'm catching flight on a broad
She looked way better the night before it was kinda dark AIYOO!
Sing the track now pause... ok

[Outro]
[ad-libs to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Follow Your Lead"
(feat. Joell Ortiz)

"Follow Your Lead"
(feat. Joell Ortiz)



[Budden - Verse 1]
Uh, I got bitches on my dick, I don't want'em there.
Closet full of brand names, I don't wanna wear.
Everybody got advice that I don't wanna hear, world in ya palm,
But you don't wanna share, still, I'm followin' you.
Are you leadin' me with the weapons drawn?
Co-dependent on her, but got me in bed alone.
You say if you love it, let it go.
Nothin' set in stone, plus every rock they throw, I use as a stepping stone.
Got questions, say the answers better left unknown.
No I may not never see you, I should know you never gone.
So I break the mirror cause, everything it's showin' me is wrong.
Grab your hand and go along, cause I'm followin' you.
Say I should be pleased, what if I'm saddened?
Always say I been through worse, what if I haven't?
But if that holds true, here's the lesson,
If you keep your head down, you might miss out on the blessing.
Sing!

[Chorus:]
I don't need the money, I don't need the fame.
I don't need the lifestyle, I don't need the pain.
I don't need the clubs, I don't need the cars.
None of that really matters to me.
I don't want the bad bitch, I don't want the strain.
I don't want the high, enough shit on the brain.
I don't want whatevers gonna help me be sane,
I just wanna follow your lead.

[Verse 2:]
You sayin', "follow my lead, follow, follow my lead"
Brought me to my knees, she must wanna holla at me.
When the world feel like swallowin' me,
When every decision costly, and I ain't got a dolla on me.
Check it, I don't wanna pretend, I don't wanna live a lie.
I don't wanna be judged,dont wanna be criticized.
I dont wanna talk, if nothin' I wanna say,
Boy, I let'em get to know me, the more they just runaway.
And that, must be your way of sayin' we should stay together.
I know how to fuck it up, more then I can make it better.
I figured folk around me would learn to take it better,
Instead of tryna change me, I been this way forever.
Time will reveal, more will be shown.
You pushed it, I thought the door closed on it's own.
But uh, nevermind what caused it, livin' a dream,
Nothin' in this world powerful enough to pause it.
Sing!

[Chorus:]
I don't need the money, I don't need the fame.
I don't need the lifestyle, I don't need the pain.
I don't need the clubs, I don't need the cars.
None of that really matters to me.
I don't want the bad bitch, I don't want the strain.
I don't want the high, enough shit on the brain.
I don't want whatevers gonna help me be sane,
I just wanna follow your lead.

[Verse 3:]
Sayin' "follow my lead, follow, follow my lead."
Cig in my mouth, perscription bottle by me.
And even when I think you might be making a mistake,
I may not know the destination but I make it there safe.
Check it, when I feel like I can't get weaker, uh
You always come and make a cameo or feature.
I'm good with my insanity and fevers
Cause Pac's looking from heaven saying "They ain't understand me neither"
Alotta times you leave me exposed,
And laugh at me, still thinking I could be in control.
Help me weather the storm, altogether I ain't norm.
Cause I always disagree, though you aint never been wrong.
Listen, I was feeling nearly unstoppable,
And now I'm facing what appeared to be impossible.
Feeling unimportant enough to have to bother you.
But I'm down here alone nigga, all I got is you.

[Chorus:]
I don't need the money, I don't need the fame.
I don't need the lifestyle, I don't need the pain.
I don't need the clubs, I don't need the cars.
None of that really matters to me.
I don't want the bad bitch, I don't want the strain.
I don't want the high, enough shit on the brain.
I don't want whatevers gonna help me be sane,
I just wanna follow your lead.

[Female voice:]
Uh, follow my lead.
Ohhh, follow my lead.

[Joell Ortiz:]
(Check it, YAOWA)
I can't fit it all in a 16,
The night that I was tipsy,
And all them bullets just missed me.
The day they rushed the block,
I was strapped, but they didn't frisk me.
Why I ain't fuck that stripper?
Don't ask, and now she sick B.
The drop on that jewelry store for 50.
And I backed out last minute like "nah, this shit look risky"
One of my mans dead, the other one in pikipsy?
'nother one in the feds, he'll be there until he's sixty.
I wanna thank you for the blessings and the gifts.
And the lessons and the messages they left, I get the drift.
Fuck the cheddar or whatever, it don't measure up to this.
I mean, never did I ever not remember you exsist.
When I hop up out my bed, here's together,
And our wish, is what you is from the heart,
Inside my chest, you let it tick.
I love you from my soul, with every spiritual molecule.
Fuck twitter, all a nigga gotta do is follow you.

[Chorus:]
I don't need the money, I don't need the fame.
I don't need the lifestyle, I don't need the pain.
I don't need the clubs, I don't need the cars.
None of that really matters to me.
I don't want the bad bitch, I don't want the strain.
I don't want the high, enough shit on the brain.
I don't want whatevers gonna help me be sane,
I just wanna follow your lead.

 

[fox69]

"For You"
(feat. Royce Da 5'9")

"For You"
(feat. Royce Da 5'9")



"Biatch!"
"For you! For, for you! For-for you! For you!" - "Fresh!" [repeat 3X]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Nickel! Of course it's I
The fore ship come as no surprise
I'm low from my chauffeur drive
He married to the streets, he 'bout to divorce his bride
Now throw 'em up! Like you prayin to the porcelain god
Joey!

[Joe Budden]
I understand why dudes would wanna off me (why?)
It's small beef, goldfish to Jaws' teeth
Knick game, next to Spike, got the floor seats (talk to 'em)
Expired tin plate but the Porsche speeds
Home to wall-to-wall marble in the floor see, Nickel!

[Royce Da 5'9" (Joe Budden)]
Spittin at your eulogy
All you rhyme about is shinin jewelry
You should change your name from MC to Tomfoolery
This is new to me and I will mop a nigga ass UP!
Do him like clean-up
(Or split him down the middle, we could) Do him like a pre-nup
(I mean get him for his re-up) Hoes down, G's up

[Joe Budden]
Clean cut, pour somethin hot on your mean mug
Star Trek guns outta this world, get beamed up
The last two that you want to see team up
Or link up, FUCK any rapper you think of
Matter fact, ain't a better combo you could dream of

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9", Joe Budden]
[R] Street niggaz gettin money, this is {"For you"}
[J] Jail niggaz waitin on release, this is {"For you"}
[R] Hoh! Trap stars niggaz, this is {"For you"}
[J] Fruck that, bad broads I'm doin it for {"For you"}
[both] WE, ARE {"Fresh"}

[Joe Budden]
We killin the witness and anyone who maybe saw it
So the court date (they missin the day before it)
Lately floorish coupe, or maybe poor shit
I'm aware that they hate me for it
I stay with the special like Katie Couric
Diss me, soon as they record it they be corpses

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Flawless models lookin like my lady's porcelain
80's corset that can cause a baby abortion
Take her, to Old Navy or maybe Nordstroms
Get her pregnant, marry her or maybe divorce her
Crazy, if a nigga dandelion/dandy lyin
I have him pushin up daisies in a fugazi orifice

[Joe Budden]
I dress half hood, half corporate
If your closet ain't the size of a master bedroom you won't get the portrait

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Bottom line I'ma sign like endorse it
Y'all niggaz four different characters played out like Norbit
Of course it's the bosses, shoot it then toss it

[Chorus]

[scratched repeatedly: "That was fresh!" - "Bitch!"]

 

[fox69]

"Forgive Me"

"Forgive Me"


[Budden talking]
Anybody who listens to Joe Budden
I never got off on it, actually my image is not giving a fuck about image
My image is a regular, real live man who will always give it to you just the way it is
I'm never gonna fabricate, I'm never gonna lie
and I'm never going to ?? cuz the industry made me do something
Some of you gotta take a step back, and really just look at the situation, and analyze
To really think about it. And you gotta say "is the risk...worth the reward?"
Let's go

[Verse 1]
Yo I'm only human, ain't to be worshipped (Nah)
I'm only human, I ain't perfect (Nah)
I might say some things and reword it
You could blame it on my roots, deep Jerz shit
Bet some things were never instilled
I might make threats I will never fulfill (Why?)
Hoping you're smart enough to use some will
And do as I say out of fear that I will
Say time will reveal, but I'm jammed up
But I'm standin at the clock and the hands stuck
Ever so tender, seems the things ya'll never forget
I'll never remember
Listen, it's your fault you assumed I grew
But if I'm all about me, then wheres there room for you?
Rather not rewind but fast forward
"Forgiveness", all I can do is ask for it
Forgive me

[Talking]
I'm only human like ya'll and shit
I ain't a robot, I ain't a superhero
I'm entitled to shit like ya'll niggas
Here we go, check me out

[Verse 2]
Might say some things thats outlandish
But when I do, I'm thinking without standage
I apologize, take it as a letter
In spite of my actions just know I was raised better (much better)
I'm aware that my opinions hated
So why the fuck am I so opinionated?
My bad Method Man, out of respect
I'ma scrap them 5 pages I wrote towards (Inspectah) Deck
cuz that aint have anything to do with you
So I made it have everything to do with you
Shuttin' up is unusual
So I'm back to lettin my pen state what I do to dudes (I meean)
Outside of music, outside of rappin
Cuz none of that shit interfere with life happenin
And you can look me dead in the eyes
If you dont know shit then just know I took your advice
Holla at me

[Talking]
At least I listen though
I'm open minded enough to
A nigga tell me something I'ma take heed to it
Only if its good shit though
I be my own filter
It's that on top music
Think more niggas should be like that
Follow my lead
I left a trail for niggas
Follow it

[Verse 3]
Yo, yo I ain't lookin at the man that you would see
Ain't looking at the man that you should see
Ain't looking at the man that I could be
Treat me like I'm new to the game, still a rookie
Like a newborn straight out the pussy
Or is everybody straight out and just pussy (faggot)
In a state of confusion, what I intended is never the conclusion (talk to em!)
I'm losin, normally the one they accusin
Maybe that explain my seclusion
But when you grown to see that the stakes high
You at least know to never make the same mistake twice (look!)
They say the real is gone
I represent this shit
What you see is what you get
No representative
From now on gator redefine me
If ya see another mishap dont mind me
Forgive me

[Talking]
Ya know I heard a lot of niggas
Words are piercing
Sometimes they just hurt like bullets
I wanna make amends
Nnot to everybody though
Some of yall niggas I mean to offend

 

[fox69]

"Freight Train"

"Freight Train"



Yo, shakers, movers, haters, rapists, losers, liars, takers, shooters
with ubsurded things like I was 13
when he burst on the scene
that eventually hurt Keem
got a tool, when he stole from dad
thought it'd be cool
to play show and tell so he took it to school
he in class with it, stylin for mad bitches
nickle bag lifted, its sad cuz he mad gifted
but that buiscut will only lead to bad business
moms on dope, dads just ridiculous
that leaves a menace, wantin to be king
but they one in the same both runnin from pain
but the laughter it fell from his face
when it fell from his waist
and hit Ramell by mistake
tried as an adult, facin a long bid
but the charge might change gotta see if the lil boy lives

Yo, self, pity, chasin, wealth
could be sickly if ya fend for yaself in city like nitty
who sold dope his whole life, the nigga sold dope to his own wife
he knew her death would come soon
bein real how much drugs could she consume
even hid guns in his sons room
but they dont know its a secret believe it
he dont want them to get hit the way that he did
house raided, drove by the house sprayed it
ran in stole his stash, spouse naked
its real here, he thankful that he still here
caught'em nine times he'll easily take the wheelchair
old hustla's cant escape old madness
get the same results dealin with old habits
which makes nitty a lifetime sufferer
who thinks it'll be ight since he lives with his very best customer

Yo, his spited vengence, moreso extensive
revenge is best served cold but its expensive
near steps, to revenge is near death
he disappears stressed reappears witha tech
you kill his dog, he gone kill your cat
hispops killed his mother so he killed his dad
in his head he like god damnit he crept over
with the same gun his pop planted that he slept over
raised as a killa from an age thats a thrilla
age with no filta and that rage is familiar now
faith has him sleepin over that guy responsible for that black patch over his eye
pillow over al's face he leaned over and cried
he sighed and said your parents wont know that you died
death penalty, no annesty just insanity
clock ticks on the last member of his immediate family

 

[fox69]

"Gangsta Lean"

"Gangsta Lean"


[Hook x2]
WOOAH (WOOAH)
Wooah that girl
Shhh (Shht shht)
I wanna Woouuf you girl

[Chorus]
Oooh that girl, she's on the scene
She be my gangsta
She be my Lean
Oooh that girl, she's in the crowd
I see her looking, she wanna get down

[Verse 1]
Let's jump off, where there's no sleep for days
Regular Joe's on the creep again
If you 'bout it then prove that girl
Show me you know how to that girl
Like who's that girl taking over me, I'm the all as if that don't make her notice me
I don't Curr- 'bout her man, I don't Curr- if she faithfull
I only came out to see what I can Fanai-go
She got boots, Highlights she very use to
Lipgloss, Fragrance smelling like Cherry Nu-Gla
Everything that she rock she look fine in it
When she relaxing, baby is air clining it
I got it bad for diva, I holla back
But if she holla back, is proud as her Rep
Now, can we get it, poppin', Boo
Cuz you watching me, but I'm watching you

[Chorus]
Oooh that girl, she's on the scene
She be my gangsta
She be my Lean
Oooh that girl, she's in the crowd
I see her looking, she wanna get down

[Verse 2]
Now things look a little more lively
I'm starting to think she really likes me
Her body is starting to hipnotize me
I'm 'bout to forget I got a wifey
Look how she clings to me, I'm picturing her doing bad things to me
Like up all ya is going down
Oh, Oh yo she's going down
But for real, for real, on the really real
You ain't got to go yet, don't be silly could chill
Hope later on if she feeling me still, I'm like "What's really good, What's really the deal"
If you looking for that perfect man to hold you down ma
Then *sip* this nigga, slow it down ma
But holla if you need a ride back boo
Or just for the record, know that I'm that Nucca

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Are you the type to give it up when you sleep with the rest
Or the type that like this and say it's deeper than sex
I know, You got a 2-way I need that contact
Let's hit the dace floor I need that contact
Ma, I got big plans for us
She's a freak, she's skandalous
Cuz the blue jeans I see Vicky Inprints
We can puff off like Nikki Infrants
Cuz I like how you do that, damn
Pretty lady gone do that dance
I got my fresh Nike's, Full pockets, and a crisp white Tee
Understand I'm feeling good 'bout me
By now, who's that, my side, all night
And no I'm not drunk, but I'm high off life
I tried to talk, but she ate me, dude
Cuz she big on me, like I'm big on... (Big on...)

[Chorus: repeat to fade]