Joe Budden

[fox69]

"Get It Poppin'"

"Get It Poppin'"


(ALRIGHT!)
(I'm showin my flying monkey)
(OH NO! NOT THE FLYING MONKEY!)
(Yes, yes the flying monkey)

[DJ On Point]
This shit right here is called Get It Poppin'
Shout out to Soul Diggers on the beat

[Intro - Joe Budden]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon [2 gunshots]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon [2 gunshots]
C'mon, c'mon niggaz, c'mon, c'mon [2 gunshots]
(DJ ON POINT)
C'mon, now look, now look [gunshot]
(Is this what you want?)

[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me
Play that jump off, all of Jers' gon' go crazy (yeah)
Model chicks buggin, talkin 'bout havin his babies
You just "Think She Likes You", you doin it like JD
Pull up at the dice game, wrists on AC (so)
For my own safety, I'm keepin it off safety (okay)
Feds wanna indict him, blue suits wanna chase me (what?)
My money too long for you fuckers to come and cage me
Don't wile out with glocks no more (naw)
If I'm "Window Shoppin," I'm probably 'bout to rob that store
Dog, license suspended, stash, stay with a nina
While I'm the highway, drag racin the Medina (c'mon)
Naw they can't be 'em, Joey they can't see 'em
No prison could hold 'em, Bruce Bowen can't D 'em (oh)
Don't handcuff a ho, don't wife 'em and don't feed 'em
Somebody should have told her, it's a privilege just to meet 'em (c'mon)

[Chorus - Joe Budden]
Lets get it poppin niggaz, lets get it poppin [2 gunshots]
Lets get it poppin my nigga, lets get it poppin [2 gunshots]
You know that sound, whenever they got it poppin
It's, [2 gunshots], What it do [gunshot], how it go [gunshot]

Lets get it poppin niggaz, lets get it poppin (BOOM, BOOM)
Lets get it poppin my nigga, lets get it poppin (BOOM, BOOM)
You know that sound, whenever they got it poppin
It's, (BOOM), What it do (BOOM), how it go (BOOM)

[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
Look at here
Let me tell you why I'm that hype (why?)
As soon as I started ghostwritin everybody started gettin signed overnight (yeah)
I need green for everything now
The murder rate's goin up cause they puttin Beans on everythin now
I had this Bugaboo bitch, keep wantin me to romance her (HO!)
Always poppin up, I called her George Costanza (HO!)
Spent some time with her, realized I couldn't stand her (So)
So I logged her in my phone as "You A Fool If You Answer" (c'mon)
Drama's not a thing, my ratchet'll never leave me
Fitted on tilt, I'm bitin off that obe-sity (yessir)
Feel like Bruce Lee-roy, if niggaz is so tough
I put they face underwater and make 'em say "sho nuff" (sho nuff, c'mon)
You know how the game go, every club, same hoes
I ain't with the rumors tell the bullshit damaiano
But call me if you lookin for that cocaine flow (why?)
Then I'll spit that propane and watch the whole thing blow (LETS GO!)
Lets go

[Chorus]

(Is this what you want?)

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Look, look
I told 'em not to fuck with the kid
I take your wig off or maybe you can save it, like Busta hair did
Drop my V at the garage, let 'em custom my whip
I'm not spoiled, its just I've grown accustomed to shit (OH!)
I mean nobody likes me, everybody hates me
Keep that shit comin, watch how stronger it makes me (uh huh)
Burner near by when I'm ridin in that Mercedes
Case one of these snakes get they courage up to face me
Lets go

[Chorus]

[Outro - DJ On Point - talking]
Shout out the whole BSC
My nigga Slum Bugz
DJ Sunkist
Drew Cartier
The Don, Dre Bless
DJ BabeyDrew, My nigga Freeze, what up?
Shout out to mixunit.com
Can't forget Young B
'Toya, MK, Nate, I see y'all

 

[fox69]

"Get No Younger"
(feat. Ezo)

"Get No Younger"
(feat. Ezo)



[Intro - Joe Budden - talking - w/ ad libs]
Uh, it's that knock right here
Uh, y'all in that mood yet?
Taha, you need a subo to play this in the car by the way
Let's go
I'm a be quiet, let homeboy say what he gotta say
Get his little shout outs out the way
Goin, goin, gone

[DJ On Point - talking over Intro (echo)]
This joint right here is called Get No Younger
Featuring Ezo
Shout out to The Klasix on the beat
Dave, Mike, I see you
Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3
Let's go

[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Now look, I'm in that 550 feelin like Chuck Liddell
Aside from Rampage Jackson it's "fuck the world"
My lean came so mean, (So Fresh and So Clean)
Like a Sunday morning listenin to Joel Osteen
Like my beat down low, I'm rimmed up with the seat back
Boo with the sweet back, I definitely need that
Even if her body make a nigga want eat that
Bitch you don't (Make) a nigga (Better), better see Fab
I know a bird named Amy, love to tea bag
Set you up right for some loosies and a weed bag
Alcoholic, cute face but her weave bad
And she went to the Winehouse straight from the +Rehab+
The recap rappers and they G stacks
Fixated on imaginary ice like freeze tag
I speed past, ease past with my G swag
I'm at a level most niggaz couldn't see past

[Chorus - Ezo]
On my grind, chasin dollars (chasin dollars)
In the fall or the summer (fall or the summer)
Streets are pullin me under (pullin me under)
And I ain't gettin no younger

[DJ On Point - talking over Chorus (echo)]
Shout out to Paree
Jill, Grimstyles
Can't forget Jay, what up?

[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
Whoa, whoa, some say "sky's the limit", still I'm tryin to reach higher
So on my deathbed, I'm figurin how to be fly
I'm talkin above heaven (but)
But talkin about death is me beatin a dead horse and a nigga love "Slevin"
I'm a '80's baby with a '60's mind state, Yankee fitted backwards
Lookin at whippersnappers
Livin young and reckless, never mind who the best is (might as well)
They need to get rid of their style, put it on Craigslist (nigga)
'Cause you ain't crazy, stop it
Even if you was wild like Randy Moss, start feelin Patriotic
How I'm gon' lose with Tom Brady in the pocket?
Beggin dude to come back like the Yankees did "The Rocket"
And just like Clemens did
Reappear to get the most wins it in, damn dickheads is so sensitive
Pussies get hemorrhages, find a way to benefit
Even when it seem the whole World is against the kid

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Whoa, I mean, the burner's in the air (is that what you want?)
Like J. Holiday I'll put you permanently there
It's (Bedtime) niggaz, weapon of mine niggaz, Wesson or nine niggaz
"Minority Report", I'm ahead of your mind niggaz
You wanted to beef, you got twenty with you, I got a hundred with me
Now this is somethin to see (oh)
Boogieman your whole squad, put you under some sheets
In that Dodge Richard Reid had under the sheet
On some Jetsons shit but if the shook type approach me
I'll fill 'em with metal 'til he look like Rosey
Niggaz ain't off the hook like Joey
My feet is up cozy, at the end of my bed
Get on my Puff Daddy (All About The Benjamins) shit
And turn my back on Danja/danger like Timbaland did (ya heard?)
Hoodie over my head, the snub showin
Fuck what the World's come to, where the fuck's it goin?

[Chorus - without ad libs]

[Outro - DJ On Point - talking until the end (echo)]
Shout out to my nigga Trees Bland
Bland Management
Shout out to Phat Gear down in A-T-L
Can't forget Hall of Fame, Coliseum, Jamaica Ave.

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Burbs"
(feat. Emanny)

"Ghetto Burbs"
(feat. Emanny)



[Intro:]
Always had big dreams
Everybody had big dreams though
I never wanna stay here, I had no intentions
And I have had no plans

[Chorus:]
Live my life,
Gotta know how to survive
Just can't hide
'Cause these streets will eat you alive, (ghetto burbs)
'Cause I'm from two different worlds, (ghetto burbs)
Coming from these ghetto burbs.

[Verse 1:]
Yo yo, ghetto burbs I'm from the ghetto with Jerz
From where the pedal is served
Use hand, justice for words
Pick up the LA, they was ahead of the curb
My hooey gang bang
You could get left from the curb
Yea I was raised here, but I'm tryna export
Police is crook yea, the strippers is escorts
Like my homey Layla, really I can't knock her
'Cause she getting paper, month ago she was knocked up
Baby daddy your dope boy, fresh homey was locked up
But he on the same shit, fucked around and got shot up
You mind saying mind, I'm like why he even bother
At the same time don't know what he was a part of
And Layla over the casket, see this coming harder
The hood went again, another summon the father
Gotta take it astride, round here it's the usual
But I ain't accustomed, that shit I can't get used to
I'm tryna survive

[Chorus:]
Live my life,
Gotta know how to survive
Just can't hide
'Cause these streets will eat you alive, (ghetto burbs)
'Cause I'm in two different worlds, (ghetto burbs)
Coming from these ghetto burbs.

[Verse 2:]
Yo, ghetto burbs I'm from the ghetto with Jerz
From where the ghetto's disturbed, you can be dead and not heard
Say you're predaly, and ended with better or worse
I lost faith but grandma still keep her head up in church
Murder is sky high, employment is real low
Little kid tryna rap, but will he get a deal? No
'Cause poverty kills slow, belief is beyond you
7-9'er every 10 bitches here got the monster like my lil homey Tania
I met her in freak nik, freak yea
The same bitch the niggas be all out in the street with
Open, in love with the service
But she got resentment, she won't see from the surface
So like so many women look right so she worship
Caught aids from rape and thought her whole life was worthless
Hoe couldn't know how gorgeous her curbs is
She fuckin em raw and hope they catch it on purpose
You better survive

[Chorus:]
Live my life,
Gotta know how to survive
Just can't hide
The streets will eat you alive, (ghetto burbs)
'Cause I'm from two different worlds, (ghetto burbs)
Coming from these ghetto burbs.

[Verse 3:]
Ghetto burbs I'm from the ghetto with Jerz
I ain't tryna act like my part of the ghetto's the worst
Niggas is pricks here, they'll buy stilettos for birds
How did I get here? They act like the men who don't hurt
Dude just getting high, guess they tryna escape it
Won't commit suicide, assuming they couldn't take it
The streets is cold, still we runnin round naked
Success is avoid and we replace it with hatred
That's your homey from way back, from showing the years oh
The friends turnin green even that after we're old
You thinking kid? No, values to sheer clothes
Now you struggle for rent and he got ice in his ear lobes
Your man won't even extend a hand, meeting all his career goals
You need a whole nother plan, your career's broke
Valuables are more valuable than everything, even value the dudes
'Cause you gotta survive

[Chorus: x2]
Live my life,
Gotta know how to survive
Just can't hide
These streets will eat you alive, (ghetto burbs)
'Cause I'm in two different worlds, (ghetto burbs)
Coming from these ghetto burbs.

[Outro:]
I'm from the ghetto burbs
Gotta know how to survive
Streets eat you up
Coming from the ghetto burbs
Said the streets eat you alive, alive yea yea yea
Coming from the ghetto burbs yea

 

[fox69]

"Give Me Reason"

"Give Me Reason"


Whoahhhhhhhhh, whoa
Ladies and gentlemen, you now rockin with the best
(Geah) Jersey City, stand up
Patterson, stand up
Off top.. Just Blaze!

[Joe Budden]
Hold up nigga, slow up nigga
Don't start a war unless your dough's up, nigga
Know what nigga? Joe's up nigga
Y'all shouldn't cry about it, grow up nigga
Guess what y'all? I know magic
I could make your pulse dissapear and no hat trick
Death threats - it ain't phase me
When I bring the T-Mac through the Rucker y'all, it ain't Tracy
Sewed up nigga, low cut nigga
So keep talin bout your wrists froze up nigga
You might see 30 whips roll up nigga
We be at the pawn shop givin your Rol' up nigga
Just wanted to make that known, you seen _New Jersey Drive_
Round here, leave that Maybach home
Before we vick that homes, we be on y'all jerks
You'll find out the hard way if your On*Star works, cause

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I don't, need a reason to bust my guns
So don't, give me reason to bust my guns
You might, be the reason I bust my gun
(Pa-pow, pa-pow - pa-pow, pa-pow)

[Joe Budden]
'Til my day's up nigga, stay up nigga
Play Tony Montana, get your face cut nigga
That goes out to all of you play thug niggaz
How you want it, long nose or the trey snub nigga?
Return and die dog, if I start clappin in your crib
Nah I ain't tryin to turn the lights off
Trapped on the chain, got the jewels and cape
Be like Jared, Subways made him lose his weight, but look
I'm bout gettin money for all races
Only oldie but goodie I know is small faces
Wait, make you sure you heard right; woulda been put the hit out
But I ain't tryin to get my third strike
Lace up nigga, say what nigga?
Your Maybelline raps that you make-up nigga
Wake up nigga, stakes up nigga
For all my locked-down and my cased-up niggaz, cause

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
Who's that nigga? New cat nigga
Don't disrespect, don't do that nigga
Hate to hear the sound of the tool clap nigga
Dual strap nigga when I do black niggaz
First hand with a three-eighty kickback
Brains on your lap dog, babysit that
Look, it's my turf, get up off the stoop now
I'm Omar Epps, who got the "Juice" now?
Street love nigga, G's up nigga
You lookin for a loan on your re-up nigga
Haters might wanna put hollows in ya
When you're young black spendin like a lotto winner y'know
I'm grown up now, I'm done with Jake
When I say pounds y'all I'm talkin bout London cake
I can serve it to you uncut or somethin baked
Hope you ready for me folks, cause I'm comin your way, cause

[Chorus] - fades out

 

[fox69]

"Go To Hell"

"Go To Hell"


[Intro - talking]
Joey!
Tahaha
That N.J. bullshit, I'm on it
I'm on the same shit I've been on really
Niggaz probably just ain't know I was on it
Amalgam, look here
I mean (oh!)

[Verse 1]
Still regular, just stuck in a rapper's body
Made some bread off this shit but still rap's a hobby
I never got an invite, I had to crash the party
Now it's just models inside, I'm at the after party
I set trends, here's somethin for the fags to copy
Succeedin, everybody from the past get's salty (but I)
I get in the booth and own that bitch
Won't stop 'til all my brothers are Jonas rich
Or wealthy, not rich, fuck it, see I aspire to be Mr. Buffett
Warren, not from just tourin
I used to grind, hustle hard for some hot Jordan's ('til)
'Til my mind went beyond and all that got borin
The streets watchin but it's outlook is not important (nah)
I'm tryin to pocket a fortune without the stocks soarin
If you ain't into gettin paper, let it be (just know we)
Just know we too parallel to every meet, think about it now (oh!)

[Chorus - Sample from "Go to Hell" by Alice Cooper - 4X]
You can go to hell

[Talking over Chorus]
Ya mean?
I never really cared for what, mother, other motherfuckers had to say about a nigga
I ain't never really gave a fuck
I got a place all you niggaz can go
A first class tickets for all you niggaz
Not even coach (goin), cocksuckers

[Verse 2]
They say he can't come to the hood, he got ran out
How's he livin so good? His money should've ran out (nah)
Figured he'd be thirsty for a hand out
Or livin at his man's house, none of that ever panned out
Call him fake ass
Say "he as fake as, his girl's fake ass"
Say "we don't hear him on the radio and he ain't been out in so long
Dude can't even rap", you couldn't be so wrong (Joey!)
Got a different type of censorship
So whatever I'm blessed with, I don't mention it (I don't even mention it)
That shit is soft (plus)
And my motto is when you get inside the end zone, act like you've been there before
Says somethin about your character to always brag
So if you never had, act like you always have, for real
Here's somethin to adhere to, be careful
'Cause with so much dick in your mouth, it's hard to hear you, pause

[Chorus]

[Talking over Chorus]
Look what you niggaz made me do
Had to pause somethin
Ya mean?
I don't even be on no pause bullshit neither
I'm a grown ass man, I ain't even got time for it but
Every now and then you gotta make an exception!

[Verse 3]
Look, they say don't argue with fools, me I do it for debate sake
I'm the nigga that embrace hate
Take a minute, think about how much ya cake weigh? (and then)
Then know I'm on your mind havin a great stay (and then)
Actually, I hope to never have to vacate
You see I'm much more vaca than AK
How you premeditate hate? (nigga at least)
At least have the balls to nay say when a nigga face to face (let's)
Let's see if you still wanna disrespect the King, savior (I doubt that)
I'll introduce you, in case you never seen a razor
All that mean behavior
Have whatspoppin.net at ya wake and use the pic for my screensaver (nigga)
See I ain't losin no sleep
You a small piece of bark and I'm on to the whole tree
And please, know there's never been a nigga more "I don't give a fuck" than Joe is
Even before show biz (oh!)

[Chorus]

[Outro - talking over Chorus]
'Cause what I always try to explain to a nigga
Niggaz like a small thing to a giant
It's like minute, it's like
I'm lookin at so much other shit like
Fuckin mental midget niggaz man
Joey!

 

[fox69]

"Good Enough"

"Good Enough"


[Intro]
Uh, never good enough
Baby nothin's ever good enough
Uh, it's what? Uh

[Interlude: Joe Budden]
Nothin's ever good enough
Hollywood, think he too good for us
Nigga's emo, he ain't in the hood enough
How 'bout he's just misunderstood to us
Vision is fine, I can still hear
(So) So I pop one more 'til everything is unclear
Cause why? (Cause why?) Nothin's ever good enough
I'm just lookin for somethin, good enough

[Joe Budden]
Wonder where his mind is
If everyone's impression is wrong then maybe mine is
Jury's out, but the verdict's in
Case ain't been heard, so how they murderin him?
I appear to be arrogant, that's what they instilled in me
Took it as a weakness when I showed 'em humility
Insensitive, don't waste time tryin to tell me
what emotions is - I'm emotionless
I can't explain it, it comes from home
Make me uncomfortable and you gon' put me in a comfort zone
Double is me, feel what I feel and know he's strugglin
Be tryin to get depression and sufferin from ME
When your head's cluttered with noise you get lost
Am I isolated by choice or by force?
Listen, the FUCK y'all expect from me?
Already given y'all the best of me
But it seem like!

[Chorus: Joe Budden]
Nothin's ever good enough
Hollywood, think he too good for us
Nigga's emo, he ain't in the hood enough
How 'bout he's just misunderstood to us
Vision is fine, I can still hear
(So I) So I pop one more 'til everything is unclear
Cause, just one wasn't good enough
Crushin it in rum wasn't good enough
The baddest girl wouldn't be good enough
All the cash in the world ain't good enough
(Why?) Cause you can go your hardest for your fans
But like you they only human so they may not understand that
I used to always try to be good enough
And couldn't figure out why I wasn't good enough
So instead of bein good enough
I just wan' be better, than good enough

[Joe Budden]
The FRUCK's goin on around here?
Contrivin and conformin is the norm around here
It's tension, speak up and violence gets mentioned
In the world where everybody gets by off silenced opinions
And so I cut the red tape and the politics
Know it's there, I'm just the only nigga to acknowledge it
Learn from the acts that came before ya and retain the lawyer
They told me, "Once you get the fame you get the paranoia"
They say that he a has-been, irrelevant
But e'ry word I say niggaz get hella bent
Tell you why I'm off of the charts, or on the bottom of your bracket
I rap through the heart and some niggaz lack it
So I get why I'm greeted with spite
Got nerve bein the truth, life's fine with them believin a lie!
Even I no longer know what to expect from me
But y'all have yet to see the best in me
Still it seem like!

[Chorus w/ minor variatons]

[Joe Budden]
Check it; I want it all, that's why I strive for it
Diss me and you normally hear a reply for it
But I'm startin my maturation
and ignore 'em, let 'em continue they masturbation
Say my actions don't match what I'm spittin
So I tell 'em mind they business and let me stray
They say that you becomin a walkin contradiction
I tell 'em people change every day
I tell 'em I've been makin my own decisions since a teen
Tell me who the fuck is y'all to intervene - here's a lesson
I'm good enough for me, a nigga seem to be perfection
Fifty grand, V.I.P., queens, imperfections
Far from a beginner, nigga ain't a white belt
Cry me a river, and I'll turn into Mike Phelps
I'm just givin y'all the best of me
And y'all just turn that into stress for me
And so it seem like!

[Chorus w/ minor variatons]

 

[fox69]

"Happy Holidays"
(feat. Emanny)

"Happy Holidays"
(feat. Emanny)



[Chorus (Emanny)]
Everydays the same to me
Seven days in every week
Some look forward to it
But I don't change as for the holiday's

You can have your Christmas tree (Hello)
Go get drunk on New Years eve
Some look forward to it (Can anybody hear me)
But I don't change cause every day's a holiday

Hey, Cause every days a holiday

Hey, Cause every days a holiday

[Joe Budden]
Mic check 1212
Mic check 1212
If ain't tell me tomorrow was my birthday I would never know
Understand I'm kinda bad with dates
I don't need a party but a nigga need cake
Cause I got to much on my plate to celebrate
Whole family unemployed
So incomes now a void
Footin everybody's bills
So naturally I'm annoyed
It's like the year kinda flew by
And like a fool I sat back and scrutinized
I'm high beaming on a dark road
All my goals now ashes on charcoal
I spark stogs
Disregard car's
Just cause my hearts cold
I'm carrying cargo
No offense
Don't need a phone call or a presents
I mean honestly I don't want none of ya'll present
Cause I won't pretend like my everyday struggles went away so I'mma treat this like any normal day

[Chorus]
Everydays the same to me
Seven days in every week
Some look forward to it
But I don't change as for the holiday's

You can have your Christmas tree (Hello)
Go get drunk on New Years eve
Some look forward to it (Can anybody hear me)
But I don't change cause every day's a holiday

If they ain't tell me tomorrow was Halloween I'd never known
I've never been the type to keep up with dates so while ah
Everybody is putting there mask on
Nigga I rock mine all year
Just to avoid stares
To come across like a nigga who cares
So to my peers I can look like I'm really sincere
Yeah
Everything's not what it appear
I fear being rare my costume aware
I swear I won't take it off like near
It's weird
Even when I take it off shits near
The summer out fit is sheer
So I dispise the kids cause they know I see them all as me
Don't love ya'll enough to let you see me bare
Let you see how he's impaired
Naw I'm not there
We tend to run from anything weird
At least on holloween ya'll would stay right there
Yeah

[Chorus]
Everydays the same to me
Seven days in every week
Some look forward to it
But I don't change as for the holiday's

You can have your Christmas tree
Go get drunk on New Years eve
Some look forward to it
But I don't change cause every day's a holiday

If I didn't read it was Christmas I'd never known
Maybe I'm wrong I don't give a fuck about dates
So while everybody's unwrapping gifts
I'm trying to capitalize of mine
Just to get some shine
Outta recline while I'm still in my prime
To many time when the date came I ain't have a dime
So I look at my friends with envy
For some reason them getting gifts would offend me
Like there home was perfect
Mine felt empty
They say that it's the thought that counts
I had plenty
Like why
On thanksgiving my family would never visit
And even when they did it always seemed so scripted
Like they was forced to
Like small talk would resolve the 364 days they ain't call you
I should act like ya'll somebody I'm close to
Holidays don't make me socials
I have to be vocal

[Chorus]
Everydays the same to me
Seven days in every week
Some look forward to it
But I don't change as for the holiday's

You can have your Christmas tree
Go get drunk on New Years eve
Some look forward to it
But I don't change cause every day's a holiday

 

[fox69]

"Hate Me"

"Hate Me"



Check me out, I fell in love with the hatred
Love being hated
Ya'll should already know as much as I state it
Niggas ain't thinkin, drunk or sedated
I could care less I give a fuck I made it
Best in the world, put a blog on your playlist
Much that I dated, ya'll cover parade with
Realest to ever do it, hate to interrupt the fake shit
If I said it I meant it trust I don't insinuate shit
I turn a deaf ear to the feed back
You come from the bottom, I come from underneath that
Ya'll hit the strip club toss a few g stacks
I invest it and quadruple what I see back
See I'm used to the all black, ski mask
Cruise to the louie duffle in elite class
Zero the speed limit I ain't going no where though, just means they getting no where slow

It's all in your thoughts if you a janitor mop the floor like a boss
Push the ford like a porsche
Sell the ounce like a bundle
Treat your plain looking girlfriend like a model and the models gonna want you
Rock the tee like it's an exclusive fit
If she give the best head, just act like you used to the shit
See I'm good at that
Walk like your dick is that big, if you slip out make her put it back
Why you wanna hate me
I'm in the club so low key that you barely know it's me
Don't even like rap
In the cars flow is tree I'm like jack butterfly more virgins I'm on it like that
Ain't the richest or the flyest best dressed, just the sickest and the nicest, best kept
So when they hate me it's fun cause I wasn't even a threat till they made me one

All I did was take a small hood nobody knew about
Repped it let the game know something new was out
Gave ya'll my slang what you saying is old
Made it cool to be yourself, stop playing the role
Stood up to the label said id rather have an opinion than sell my soul and be a minion
Majors gave him mad looks, was a nice try we gonna sell the same I just do it off of WiFi
When lyrics was in need around you
Slaughterhouse was born nigga meet the founder
All I did spit like a nigga from another world
Bitch was off ? turned into a covergirl
Only dumb niggas hate on brilliance
Only dudes that won't last hate on resilience
I'm chilling jsut counting my blessings
I guess in essence I'm asking a rhetorical question

 

[fox69]

"Hiatus"

"Hiatus"



Two years, waits up
Still sleep, wake up
Girl gon break up
Mind right, cake up
Friends came, friends left
Bullshit is endless
Been that, Hip Hop
Really not impressed
Maybe just my love died
Sober, still above high
Slugs fly, eyes up, dry but still a thug cries
I cry til I can't cry no more
Believe my own nonsense I can't lie no more
Soul's dead, breathless I can't sigh no more
Wheel's already fell off, I can't ride no more
I guess I... pack up all of my belongings and just troop it
You know its beef when a smart nigga get stupid
Then its justified, rational nullified
He's been shot 8 times, almost thought my brother died
See he was raised different, I know his mother tried
His arms tied, I'm tryna teach dude to touch the sky
But still shorty wild
Turned on by 40 cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I only ever fist fought with niggas bigger than me
I never been the one to try to grab shit in my reach
Incompliant, you have now witnessed the breach
I feel like life is all written, understand my math
Got on my knees told God I had a plan he laughed
I mean..
Hours pass, no sleep
Cowards get a slow leak
Showered twice the whole week
Powerless control freak
Thinkin' about suicide
Won't though, I'm scrutinized
Life nigga, do or die
Hood want him crucified
Jewelry on, fresh dressed
Model broads, excess
Phone calls, death threats
Tell me whats the next step
Whats what?
Whos who?
Paranoid as usual
Gripping on my deuce deuce
Either way a lose lose
All I need is one mic
Razor blades, gun fights
Grew without no sun light
Understand sons plight
If done right, wont seek and fail
I dont follow the path
I'm creating my own to leave a trial
No rhyme or reason
Nor reason to rhyme
No more food for thought
Shit was seasoning mine
Now they counting my desire
Second guessing my fast life
Bringing weapons of mass in when you question my passion
I live for this
Not the baguettes and the fame
Got signed having the awnser then the question changed
Saying jump off dont sound right
Is blashphemous, down right
I astound mics
Music is just what feelings sound like
So even though when I do it its flames
For a while felt like I was making music in vein
We dont view it the same
I use it for change
Y'all do it for change
I use it for pain
But keep doing your thing
Soundscans sky rocket
Build all this hype bout it
People might cop it
This is just my logic
Maybe its psychotic
Though labels try to stop it
This is my antibiotic
So let me start doing what dudes like
A nigga in the booth feeling fresher then some new nikes
And I cruise like cruise-control
No fuck that!!
I cant do it, I might lose my soul
Even though shit help a nigga to his goal
Would defeat the whole purpose
Nahh that ain't what Jerz is
Nahh that would be worthless
Bars sounding nervous
A nigga much deeper then what you see on the surface
I rather resort back to snatching purses
Finally understanding what the gift and the curse is
If I was more concerned about a purchase
I would tell yall its about to go down like bird shit
It takes courage, me verses urges
Words split and got caught up in label merges
And whats worse is
I've been deserted in the circus
Up and left the circuit
It's dead like herses
Sicker then the pedaphiles working in the churches
That ain't the type of shit I need fit for my verses
So lemme help niggas understand mouse
Why try to fit in when you a stand out?
No album but the money never ran out
Beside from rap I'm kinda focused on land now
Cause I dont know where the game is
It's just been attacked by Hurricane Chris
So niggas cant fathom what money and fame is
Well some niggas get it by using their stainless
Well some niggas get it what the kid sustain in
Me! .. Im regular Joe I dont let it change shit

 

[fox69]

"I Couldn't Help It"

"I Couldn't Help It"


[Verse 1]
(Talk to em) We had a beautiful relationship at one point (but then)
Then that shit changed with the quickness
Maybe because I was fucking other bitches (or)
Or maybe we had on business having business
Not the girl that I would want to raise kids with
But still that shit happen regardless (look)
I was so young back then so heartless
The shit I was thinking could have caught me some charges
Listen, I tried to talk to her normally (but)
That shit didn't work for a one second she was on to me
I tried to explain how I ain't have a dollar to my name
Pursuing this rap shit chasing fame
Young dude stressed in the hood
Like Jesus
I ain't ready for no child but she was
When you piss poor
Get to having sick thoughts
While the chick probably sitting there thinking about marriage
I'm thinking abortion like a savage
An on purpose accident to have a miscarriage
Her mother and mine I couldn't end up seeing (plus)
Plus what type of mother would you end up being
You already a psycho I wouldn't let that pass
I ain't think life time bond I thought fat ass
All them times you was pregnant and miserable
All them fights we had that got physical
Every time I sent you packing Piss at you
Like I ain't want to live with you
Yeah I kinda planned that
Inconsiderate
That sounds just like me
(Then you) Then out pushed something out that looks just like me
I grabbed my little dude up
Looked him in his eyes
You can't understand right now I apologize
How could I not want you here and be that selfish
Fuck was on my mind at the time my bad I couldn't help it

[Chorus]
Naw mean I couldn't help it
(Talk to em right quick)
For real I couldn't help it
Even though I tried
Must have been something going on inside
No lie I couldn't help it
I couldn't help it

[Verse 2]
(Talk to em) Now this is how you know we go threw phases
(How) Cause he done sold millions of records
(And then) Plus they done been together for ages
I don't really know how I should say this
Me and ole boy done shared a couple of stages
But he wasn't around when I saw her in Vegas (ok)
She said remember me
I though I shouldn't lie
I looked baby up and down and said should I
Maybe she my ole broad maybe she a singer
I looked down and seen that chunky rock on her finger
She said I'm blinks wife how you been and what your doing here
(Look) I should have asked her that same shit
(Cause) Snoop already told me that bitches ain't shit
And the industry's so small
That's how the game is
When you famous
Everybody's a bilingual plaintiff
And the defendant speaks one language
But we exchanged numbers like fuck it (I mean look)
All we gone talk about is music (And then)
Neither one of us will ever use it (I was wrong)
Shorty she ain't hesitate to use it
Four A.M. where do I began
She's leaving the club I'ma bag the win
She's so aggressive like what room are you in
I ain't answer she said meet her downstairs in ten
So now we totally disrespecting his star
I'm with his bitch
She in his car she said hop in let's head to the strip bar
Bad ass friend with her (den she turned around and) and then she kiss ma
And now I'm so confused
She start telling me bout how she's so abused
How he beats her as how he takes that figure
And in my head I'm thinking about how I don't blame that nigga
We hit the club like everything is wonderful
She's touching me I'm feeling uncomfortable
And then the D.J. threw on something slow
I'm grinding on her friend now she wanting to go
Dude wife start whispering in my ear
I'm starting to see it clear she don't care
Shorty down with whatever
She said let's go to your room all together (and I'm)
I'm sure the two of us will make it worth your while
Now your friend looks great and I really want to fuck her
But I can't be your side dude can't be your lover
Called on my old school trick just to duck her
We got to the room told her I ain't have a rubber
I thought it worked at first (but)
One look disappointed and one looked hurt
But her trifling ass when and made shit worse
She reached down and pulled a few of those from her purse (bioch)
Got on her knees started playing with the head
All her dude's lyrics started playing in my head
Her friend jumps in probable feeling left out
I'm filled with guilt cause all I could think bout was
He has her on T.V. with your kids
I got her on the T.V. in her ribs
Please god forgive
Regret what I did
That ain't the life style I wanna live
Just then I couldn't help it
Ta ha, Ta ha, Ta ha
Naw

I couldn't help it
Mic, ma mic
I couldn't help it
Even though I tried
Must have been something going on inside
No lie I couldn't help it
I couldn't help it
Naw I couldn't help it
Talk to em