Intro
(9X)
I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm
comin
Okay... the time has finally come beautiful people
Jeah... I've
been singin this tune for entirely too long now
For like, eight or nine
years, somethin like that
But I'm here, only to present to you your
album
Featurin myself, Joe Budden, hi haters
The time is finally near,
it's gettin closer I'm finally scared
(?) that the album's out y'all, it's
finally here
I repeat myself for the haters y'all, I'm finally here
Every
street corner, jail cell, finally chea
Cause it was y'all that voted me,
y'all that noticed me
It's y'all that said I should've been signed to Def
Poetry
It was y'all that said yes y'all can floetry
Momma raised me
proper, the streets just molded me
The streets coded me, made me a better
pedigree
Now things are complicated like Avril Lavigne said it be
But I
took some time out to get my shit straight
And present to you, jump off
seventy minute mixtape
This here's for real, this here's the official
This
year it's not a "Best Of," this is the best of
How can I say this? It's sorta
like - Hov', 'Pac, B.I.G.
Blended with Bill Withers and Miles Davis
Let's
add Al Green, folks I miscalculated
Now it's Ludacris time, "Move - get out
my way bitch!"
A rapper's rapper, the kid can do this
To you ignorant
muh'fuckers, don't misconstrue this
Everything reversed now, I live in _The
Matrix_
So how can I stay anonymous, when it's my job to be famous? (Talk to
'em)
A lot of y'all can't interpret when I'm speakin that language
But
some better understand to the rest it's better you can't
Now when you speak
of the elite, I feel honored if mentioned
Because the goal is on top, never
honorable mention
If Joe's purpose is due, here it is it's no further
anew
Enough said with no further adieu
I'm comin, (geah) I'm comin,
I'M COMIN!
#1
Joey!
Let's go back in the days before your
present
Back when it was a little more pleasent
Before I knew this rap
shit would ever lure me in
Let's go back like Mike Fox in the
Delorean
Back in the day shit, back to the basics
When brass knuckles used
to leave a nigga face ticked
Its back to the Diadoras and the Asics
It's
back to the New Editon and The Take 6
I'm Number one, one, one,
one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Let's go way
back if you able to do the math yeah
I'm talkin' bout the pool table in the
cafe yeah
When the strip was introduce to Paruiqo
Commodore 64 and
Coleco
Not back to Cali back to the valley
Back to dapadere yall back to
Bally's
Back before Puma and Stange'
Before Zhane and go a little further
back to Kwame
Damn we came a long way
I'm Number one, one, one,
one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
I remeber
break dancin' cardboards and backflips
the royal blue and the orange
Patricks
wudn't like you homo sucka's
I had the low top Converse cause I
could change my logos color
I remember way back when every clan was
stylin'
Flava Flav clocks and X-Clan medallions
In class see a girl you
glance at her
pass her a note do you like me? Circle a answer
I'm
Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number
one
Winters not the best time warm it up Kane had came through
The
eight ball jackets and Columbia Rain suits
We ain't pay minds to the length
of our chains
Transformers was a dance Decepticons was a gang
yall I'm
talkin bout sheep skins
Talkin bout wearn two pair of jeans when moms gave me
a beatin'
after school three o clock we was able to fight
park dibs yall
two turn tables and mike like
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it
feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
What about when Public Enemy
came out and they dropped a classic
or the Pee-Wee Herman and the Roger
Rabbit
and the nerds took our tests and they passed em for us
back to the
roof top back to latin quarters
the olds school's new school now it's the
same ol
It's back to Fila's, gazelles and Kango's
It's back to 40 ounces
back to OE
Not back to rope chains but back to Gold teeth
I was the class
clown just snappin at cats
Let's go back to the (?) with the matchin'
hats
Remember the Real Roxanne remember all (?)
Remember Kool Moe Dee
remember Lord Finesse
I bumped Run-D.M.C. almost every weekend
The Bronx
and Queensbridge just couldn't stop beefin'
Kept it on wax they ain't have to
pack heat
Back to Ron Zee tapes back to Black Sheep
I'm Number one,
one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number
one
Come on say it with me
Im talkin' old Bobby Brown before he (?)
Whitney
I used bring all my touys in the tub with me
A snotty nose kid
eatin boogers
It was Ultimate Warrior and Jimmy Fly Snooka on
sometimes I
read scriptures like Psalms maybe
and I didn't wanna go to church but my moms
made me
TV made me laugh
I remember night rider cause Kit used to save his
ass
Let's go back to spoonin' back to Black Moon and
back to when
wrestlin' had it's own cartoon and
they used to sleep on us now they demand
us
Will smith told parents they just can't understand us
back to playin
the dozens
back to humpin' our prettiest girl cousin
psyche! I'm
buggin.
NWA was simply known
Let' get back on the block I'm talkin Quincy
Jones
I gotta Jones yall
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it
feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Let's go back before I
burned the booth
when Tevin Campbell was ill before the whole world learned
the truth
Hip hop had a message then dudes was droppin
I never got what I
wanted on back to school shoppin'
Think about, used to be about shit
That
was back when I still got easter outfits
We all grew up all older
folks
Its more than just music its a culture folks
We Number one, one,
one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Remember
sugar water
what was the name of the fuckin' drink
that they said the
fuckin triple K
The Klu Klux Klan and shit had put some shit in and
The
black niggaz were gon' die - huh?
Whatever that was, you niggaz knew about
it
Pump It Up
Pump p p pump pump p p p pump
Pump p p
pump pump it up
Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump
Pump p p pump pump it
up
(Just Blaze)
Pump p p pump pump it up
We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh,
uuh)
Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit
that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get
it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to
get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt
that murk that
Til you gotta hurt back
Can't spit it out, boo you gotta
slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm
responsible for bringin Jersey back (And we bad huh)
She at the bar stylin'
she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only
dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma if you agree I want nut
Camcorder,
get it played late night on BET Uncut (uhh)
Fellas - do your thing let me
do my thang
I mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that
thing, mami move that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that
thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ -
pump p p pump pump it up!
I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies
chilling
I see dat girlie
I been plottin to get
She can hop in the
whip
And we can
Pump p p pump pump it up
OK we was leaving we was
done
Then she said can my people's come
Here we go I see it don't
stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you
fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on
the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own
My jump off
doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so
much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want
nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And
she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or
jealous
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I
mean - do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move
that thing
C'mon - move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do
your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it
up!
Y'all dudes keep talking bout your ice and all the shine to
it
That's a white gold cross with a real fine cubic
Ma wanna fall in love
like I'm cupid
Telling me she don't give brain like I'm stupid
You can do
anything if you put your mind to it
(Get it)
Think about it the game is
bad playa
Ain't it bad playa
Don't worry Joey'll change it back
playa
Might of heard me spittin wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set
boards to bring it back playa
Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer
playin the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin bang the track
playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1 man gang I'm back
playa
Look, Want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off
homie jump off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the
streets need is J J J Jump off
J J Jump J J J J J Jump off
Uuh, uuh,
uuh
Fellas - do your thing let me do my thang
I mean - do your thing
let me do my thang
Shorties - move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon
- move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers - do your thing let me do my
thang
Please tell the DJ - pump p p pump pump it up!
Pusha Man
Say blood, heh-heh, what's
happening?
What you mean blood? I got what you need (Pusha man nigga!)
Go
around this corner with me real quick (ohh!)
(Fuck you thought?) Oh shit,
watch out for thug (Pusha man)
Man you got to be cool blood
Gotta feel you
right here, niggaz down for whatever
Everybody's so gangsta
gangsta, tell me how you do it
Keep the façade that real when you not that
real, that's real!
The strip is hot so I don't hear my foes beefin
That's
tellin me that I bought all these burners for no reason
Come, get me thug I
walk with a mini teeny tiny eeny weeny snub
And real niggaz give me
love
Besides, don't make me feel like you threaten my life God (why?)
I go
and cop somethin that only come with a Tripod
(And the) Old school is puff
puff, pass the spark up
And white kids got high, off of magic marker
Back
when 40s was liquor (but now) now shorties is bigger
They wanna be down,
y'all wannabe clowns, get a grip homes
Blastin the tool, you out of character
dude
You not a felon or rider, you a fellow subscriber
Who is you tellin
them lies to, don't push it to a limit
to mimic you benefiting to what, the
gimmicks up, BLAH
When shit get thick, clips start to spit
(pusha man)
Push work wait wet and dipstick (pusha man)
You need product,
I'ma be there, con of the year
Fuck givin my word, I solemnly swear
Swear
to hold your fort - I solemnly swear
Keep a straight face in court - I said I
solemnly swear
It's pusha man - incognito from the feds in the precinct
I
solemnly swear to this game I pledge my allegiance
Uhh.. it's
killin me soft, jokers is actin like they really the boss
With a Milli
Vanilli award cause they really a fraud
Milli's applaud if you ain't really
my dawg
I crack Phillies with broads but now I'm sober they don't feel me no
more
And G.P.s and V.I.P.s
I be O-T in D.C. with O-Zs so my time's up like
O.C.
Uhh, when I hustle they thought that I went soft
Cause y'all jerked
them for the price, I took twenty percent off
I don't drive I like shotguns,
never pulled L's
I like shotguns, hate .22's I like shotguns
Non-descrip's
talkin bout they got guns
Like tecs 4-5s and shotguns, really they never shot
guns
Go 'head act like a gangsta claim to clap like a gangsta
It's all
good fellas, now he rap like a gangsta
Hate me or love me, dap me or slug
me
Scream FUCK ME but when things get ugly I get gully
When shit get
thick, clips start to spit (pusha man)
Push work wait wet and dipstick (pusha
man)
You need product, I'ma be there, con of the year
Fuck givin my word,
I solemnly swear
Swear to hold your fort - I solemnly swear
Keep a
straight face in court - I said I solemnly swear
It's pusha man - incognito
from the feds in the precinct
I solemnly swear to this game I pledge my
allegiance
Look, a cock nina should get me a hot
beamer
Settin up shop in the suburbs, I'm gettin that white cream that
Noxema
I'm good at duckin the cops subpoena
Cats is shook when alone but
come tough when the cops are between us
Stash house was never empty, had the
cracks on UP
Soprano came to see me, got barritoned UP
Had clientele
crazy, every borough I hustled
Remember back in the day when you had to be
thorough to hustle?
Cats hustle to feed they kin
Now every combo with a
package to try to pitch for some sneakers and Timbs
Shit back in the day,
niggaz looked at jail like school
Now new jacks is spittin bout jail like
it's cool (dawg)
That ain't gangsta, I don't believe that, you don't believe
it yourself
Gangsta's real, gangsta speaks for itself
A lot of gangstas is
lifers and they gone right now
So fag cats is screamin gangsta, something's
wrong right now
When shit get thick, clips start to spit (pusha
man)
Push work wait wet and dipstick (pusha man)
You need product, I'ma be
there, con of the year
Fuck givin my word, I solemnly swear
Swear to hold
your fort - I solemnly swear
Keep a straight face in court - I said I
solemnly swear
It's pusha man - incognito from the feds in the precinct
I
solemnly swear to this game I pledge my allegiance
U Ain't Gotta Go Home
Yeah, the world famous
DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Jump off Joe Buddens, on top
This go out to all my
niggaz
You ain't gotta chain, but you got a mean muthafuckin' wrist
game
All my ladies, you ain't got a car
But you gotta mean muthafuckin'
heel game
Click them heels
You know how we do
it
C'mon
Whoa! (Haha)
Whoa! Okay Dub
Whoa! Have some
fun with it
Mami, I'm there if you fine in the rear
We can
get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah
And when I'm done slidin',
you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta
here
I ain't got to tell homeboy, he know that
This is
'Matrix Reloaded' and Neo's back
I'm up, humble apologies, sorry
clowns
I'm here for the long run, I ain't Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the
man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand
the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you want proof
I only buck in the
air when the sky's in the booth
You gets liable to shoot
This twenty-two
release some extra keyholes on the driver's side of your
coupe
Like,
nighty night, here's your lullaby bitches
You might need just a lil' more
than butterfly stitches
Get out of line and get stuck up duke
Lose your
spines tryin' to touch us jukes
Get to the mall in a circle, guns out playin'
"duck-duck-goose"
This shit is kinda aiight till I fuck in the booth
I'm
sayin', I'm here, got my nine up in here
Thugs wanna rumble, I don't mind,
nigga yeah
And when I'm done slidin' up somethin' fierce
You
ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here
Like I
don't roll with niggaz that'll lift 'ayn' chrome
Take a look at 'em, you can
see they just skin and bones
Y'all talk about bricks when y'all know who move
'em
us real niggaz make withdrawls while y'all go through 'em
We carry
long guns, we can contra on it
We talk about it, we live it, y'all ponder on
it
Shit, ridiculously priced, us cons afford it
I'm talkin' straight cash,
you might need a sponsor for it
But wait - ever met somebody that wouldn't
chill
Every second he feel the need to let you know that he's real
Every
second he wanna talk about his homies that died
And the people he killed and
in the future all the people he will
Talk about who he stabbed and beat up,
and he won't cool out
Yakety-yakkin', he's reminiscing on different
shootouts
How he was there, shotties was blastin'
Cops came with body
bags, and he's talkin', but nobody asked him
Naw - he want attention, he want
his name yelled
Me and him always end up in the same cell
I'm pissed on
the top bunk, I can't sleep
This guy ain't street, go 'head nigga I ain't
beef
But feel me - stop there, who popped him where
Who you backed out on
and had the whole block scared
Ma when I'm done pokin' you from
the rear
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta
here
Ma - you real aggressive, catchin' me of balance
It's a
turn off, don't you know niggaz respect a challenge
Move a lil' slow gettin'
at me
Treat the pussy like it's worth somethin', don't just go throwin' it at
me
Cuz - while you doin' it at the same time
I'm thinkin' how many niggaz
hit you wit that same line
Or - how many other niggaz you ran game to
How
many niggaz you fucked or you gave brain to
How many other dudes houses you
done came to
With condoms on you hopin' that he find 'em on you
And - I
ain't tryin' to catch nothin' from you
So I'm caught up in a Catch-22
If I
don't fuck her then I'm not like guys she met before
So while I'm turnin' her
down she's just likin' me more
But if I do get to pokin', hit her with long
strokin'
I now have a girlie on my hands that's open
I don't want her
callin' me constantly
Thinkin' 'cause I fucked her she got a bond with
me
I don't want her misunderstandin' a one night stand
It was just a nut,
I'm not your man
Ma - I'm there, if you fine in the rear
We
can get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah
And when I'm done
slidin', you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the
fuck outta here
Ma - I'm there, name a time and where
We can get into
whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah
And when I'm done pokin' you from the
rear
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here
Walk With Me
Come and take a walk with me...
I
need all of y'all to come and take a walk with me...
I need for all of y'all
to feel what I'm going through
And see what I see, if you got time to take a
walk with me
Wait a minute now...
Shit ain't like I thought it would
be
Come to Jersey from New York with me
I know you busy...
But take the
time out to walk with me
Pay attention on this tour with me
Maybe I'm
seeing something wrong
Come along and make sure with me
Come and take a
short walk with me
Yo... I'm seeing a couple things wrong with the way
that I'm living
So come and walk with me I just need a second
opinion
Introduce you to my friends I got to see if you notice
If they
loyal or if they all got an ulterior motive
See some snake niggaz, me and
them don't deal anymore
Ever since I got signed I don't know whats real
anymore
I'm paranoid so excuse me if I seem to be nervous
But everybody
from my past now they trying to resurface
Trying to rekindle, They don't
think I know they gone limo
I got cousins I never knew they trying to pass me
a demo
Maybe I'm wrong, like I told you main I need your opinion
Me and
him never spoke before so I don't see whats so different
Dudes I don't know
they recognize me start extending they hand
And I'm tripping ready for beef
when he was only a fan (why?)
Cause these niggaz in my hood say they don't
like how I'm reppin'
Let me know how strongly you feel, will I be needing my
weapon
As some sort of protection, should I carry a pen and pad
And ask
everybody in the fucking hood for they suggestion
I'm letting the labels know
that Jersey City is gifted (dog)
When they didn't know that Jersey City
existed, but it's cool dog
Certain cats in Jersey City so hateful
(Hateful)
And certain cats in Jersey City ain't grateful (Ain't
grateful)
All they say is I don't chill anymore
Ever since I got signed
they don't think I'm real anymore
I'm told I shouldn't be alone cause I'm a
star in my hood
Something might happen now, they know who you are in the
hood, they do
So I can't tell you how I feel anymore
Ever since I got
signed I can't tell what's real anymore, you feelin' me dog
Come and take
a walk with me...
I need all of y'all to come and take a walk with me...
I
need for all of y'all to feel what I'm going through
And see what I see, if
you got time to take a walk with me
Wait a minute now...
Shit ain't like I
thought it would be
Come to Jersey from New York with me
I know you
busy...
But take the time out to walk with me
Pay attention on this tour
with me
Maybe I'm seeing something wrong
Come along and make sure with
me
Come and take a short walk with me
See to me it's heavy, but to you
it may seem petty
Let's continue walking, I know you ain't tired already
I
take you to meet my girl I got to see if you notice
If she love me or if the
bitch got an alterial motive
Why am I hated cause I handle my
business
Ain't got to look for a girl nowadays cause almost all these niggaz
is bitches
See 'em often while we walking I'll show you the drug
dealers
and some dudes that hate me word on the streets is they real killers
dog
Where was the hate back when I wasn't on my feet
An alcoholic, school
dropout, just a bum on the street
Where was the hate during my
adolescence
Back when that psychiatrist was trying hard to get me on immanic
depression so man
I don't recall none of this happenin' back then
And I
don't understand I was still rappin' back then
So I got to ride with a
gun
From trying to get my mom and pop up out of the slums and provide for my
son
If you met my baby moms would you notice
If she was ready for a child
of if her ass had an alterial motive
I don't know what she's teaching Trey
but everyday he get older
Angie's bitter and feel like now that I'm
successful I owe her
Cause she would hold me so tight when I was ready to
relapse
Tell me to relax, I ain't know no better straight out of
rehab
Bottom line I was lonesome
But we was wrong for each other, Angie I
grown some
Got bigger issues, if you went to Def Jam would you notice
If
they was out for my best interest or do they just see a dollar in Joseph?
(Ugh)
Guess I ain't sure how I feel anymore
Ever since I got signed I
can't tell what's real anymore
I mean them same record execs that wanted me
in
Don't care that I'm the next nigga, they just wanna see spins I
swear
Guess I ain't sure how I feel anymore
Ever since I got signed I
can't tell what's real anymore, you feelin' me dog
Come and take a walk
with me...
I need all of y'all to come and take a walk with me...
I need
for all of y'all to feel what I'm going through
And see what I see, if you
got time to take a walk with me
Wait a minute now...
Shit ain't like I
thought it would be
Come to Jersey from New York with me
I know you
busy...
But take the time out to walk with me
Pay attention on this tour
with me
Maybe I'm seeing something wrong
Come along and make sure with
me
Come and take a short walk with me
She Wanna Know
(feat. Lil'
Mo)
I'm bout to say some shit to you
I might
need you to answer back (Top)
Bad enough that the mic give me feedback
I
ain't gotta come home and see that
(Top) Let me talk to you for a
minute
I wanna know..
I, wanna know.. know, know
know
Know-ow-owwwwwwwww
I believe I know
You'll be my baby,
baby
Let me talk to 'em
First off, all the questionin, I
thought we was above that
We got some time and act like you wish to jerk
that
C'mon don't tell me that we already endin
And fuck I need to cheat on
you for, I'm already winnin
It's like (I wanna know) if I got a exit them
tensions
Callin her names, tryin to make her feel like less of a woman
But
nah, picture I shady, WON'T lie and say I DON'T lie
Once or twice maybe,
forever you my lady MY
You gorgeous but, it's more than just your hips that
talk
It's {??}, but want more
It's how we laugh, you know shall we
not
My better half slash your eyes the vibe we got, it's like
(I wanna
know) If I'm real in a deal
And then, she wanna know if I feel how she
feel
And real when I'm dealin, please believe boo
Won't deceive you - it's
not just a want, I need you
I wanna know if you'll always be my
baby
(You my girl, my wiz, my life)
I need to know he'll always be me
baby
(You my heart, my all, my wife)
I wanna know if you'll always be my
baby
(You my girl, my wiz, my life)
(Bad enough that the mic give me
feedback)
(I ain't gotta come home and see that)
It's like (I
wanna know) if I'm at some other broad's
Laughin in bed, she got it all
mapped in her head
Ma, I'm all about, you and me
But you sloooooooowly
losin me when you keep accusin me
I know why you be askin where I came
from
Nothin wrong with arguin but we havin the same ones
Either you gon'
ride out or you gon' spoil it
Either you gon' take a shit or get up off of
the toilet
It's like (I wanna know) if I be lyin to her
Or if I think
these other birds finer than her, so
-- So when your man's on the road, he
don't see you
I don't want the sex to be the only thing that keeps you
I
give you my all, just holla at me if you want more
You tired of hearin 'bout
me talkin 'bout a jump off
-- You my girl, my wiz, my life
Ma we can't go
wrong ma, listen to the horns ma
I wanna know if you'll always be my
baby
(You my girl, my wiz, my life)
I need to know he'll always be me
baby
(You my heart, my all, my wife)
I wanna know if you'll always be my
baby
(You my girl, my wiz, my life)
(Bad enough that the mic give me
feedback)
(I ain't gotta come home and see that)
It's like (I
wanna know) if my career catches fire
Out of all the woman in the world, why
her?
Hold up now you gettin mad at yourself
Just take a look in the
mirror, be proud of yourself
How many times I gotta tell ya, boo you all that
I got
How many times I gotta tell ya, be secure in your spot
I understand
so I can't knock it, but I'm your man stop it
Checkin my 2-way, and goin
through my pants pockets
It's no need, you my girl, my wiz, my life
Look
ma you - my heart, my all, my wife; and you pissed
cause you know other
chicks would LOVE to smash your man
I tell 'em I'm aight, I take pride in
that I'm your man
(My friends keep tellin me you ain't shit)
I done been
through this before baby, same shit
Long as we know what we got, we can carry
on boo
We can't go wrong ma, listen to the horns ma
I wanna know if
you'll always be my baby
(You my girl, my wiz, my life)
I need to know
he'll always be me baby
(You my heart, my all, my wife)
I wanna know if
you'll always be my baby
(You my girl, my wiz, my life)
(Bad enough that
the mic give me feedback)
(I ain't gotta come home and see
that)
My girl, your wiz, your life
Your heart, your soul,
your wife
I will be everything to you, oh baby
I wanna know, if you'll
always be my baby..
Fire
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
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!)
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!)
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?
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
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?
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
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
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?
Whoo!
Calm Down
Calm down... calm down...
Baby just
calm down...
(Calm down... )
She use to tell me to... calm down...
Moms use to tell me to... calm down...
Baby just calm down...
She
use to tell me to... calm down...
Moms use to tell me to... calm down...
(She would pray that I would) Baby just calm down...
Calm down...
Look, I was such a lost soul, just wanted to be down with
something
Look at your son now mommy I amounted to something
You couldn't
figure out, what I had messed with the streets for
Cause you saw my genius
without a SAT score
I took drugs and laced it with things
But you a addict
yourself,
For you I was people, places and things (how the fuck you
thought)
Angeldust use to have me in the hallways twurked
I tried to hide
it, but Visine didn't always work
I needed someone to blame in my mind
I
thought if you and dad never used dope I would a came out fine
And so I hit
you hard when you threw in advice
Like what I want to talk to you about you
ruined my life
You the reason why I ended up a con and I knew it
The
reason I filled my body with embomin fluid, mommy
You the reason that my
life's gone illegal
The reason I'm kinda different, don't think like normal
people, not calm
She use to tell me to... calm down...
Moms use to
tell me to... calm down...
(Use to pray that I would) Baby just calm down...
You gotta hold your head up cause we gone make it
She use to tell me
to... calm down...
Moms use to tell me to... calm down...
(You got to
understand what I was going through)
Baby just calm down...
Everything's
gonna be alright
She use to tell me to... calm down...
Moms use to tell
me to... calm down...
(But a nigga wouldn't) Baby just calm down...
You
gotta hold your head up cause we gone make it y'all
Listen... ain't shit
like seeing your moms crying on the floor
Knowing you the reason why she
ain't alright no more
But so young, I was like whatever
You use to chase
me through the house with the knife like get your life together
Fucking
drugs, how could I ever amp on you
And what made me think that I could lay my
hands on you
I'm not surprised that you mad at me
Much as you hated my
father, your youngest son is just like his daddy
Mommy I live life rude, how
could you not understand it
On the same note I'm just like you
I got moms
sensitivity, my fathers balls
His humor, his g, and my heart is yours
Fuck
school, cause I had my major
Come to grips that it ain't so much the drugs,
it's the addict behavior (no)
Was it the dic charge, the cut that came with
it
Wasn't really the smoking, but the rush that came with it (wasn't calm
people)
She use to tell me to... calm down...
Calm down...
(but a
nigga wouldn't) Baby just calm down...
You gotta hold your head up cause we
gone make it y'all
(do it with me people) Calm down...
Calm down...
(try to understand it) Baby just calm down...
(those kind of things)
Everything's gonna be alright
Calm down... (just bare with me for a... for a
brief moment y'all)
Calm down...
Baby just calm down...
You gotta
hold your head up cause we gone make it y'all
I felt so alone, I had a
crew, but so what
Then when Angela stabbed me guess who showed up
And when
people said I‘d always be ill and twisted
And when the therapist had told us
that the pills would fix it
Was sick of being sick, I was finally
hurt
With all the praying that you did ma, it finally worked
God gave you
a son back, I won't offend you again
Won't let the disease turn me against
you again
Use to be high as ever, (but I) Joey Jr. got his life
together
As a result, now we tighter than ever
So blessed, so grateful to
be seeing tomorrow (see the whole world)
That's why I can't take a drink, not
if even a swallow
I can't picture me twisted, like what I'm a do
now
Haters I can't stop yet, my mothers to proud
Secure now, don't need to
be down with nothing
Look at your son now mommy, I amounted to
something
I'm so calm
Calm down...
Calm down...
(but a nigga
wouldn't calm down) Baby just calm down...
You gotta hold your head up cause
we gone make it y'all (hold up)
She use to tell me to... calm down...
(Use to pray that I would) calm down...
(But I couldn't, I couldn't,
couldn't do it) Baby just calm down...
(Nothing heals like time people)
Everything's gonna be alright
(Understand that) calm down...
Calm down...
(Fucking miracle) Baby just calm down...
You gotta hold your head up
cause we gone make it y'all
(They said I wouldn't reach 21 y'all... I'm still
standing)
Calm down...
Thanks ma...
Calm down...
I couldn't
do it without you
Calm down...
Calm down...
You are
appreciated
Calm down...
Fa sho...
Calm down...
It's a slow
process y'all
One day at a time though... to get beautiful
Focus
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
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!!!!
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
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
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
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!!!)
Jump off (WOO!!!)
Doug B, Fame (WOO!!!)
Devin, on top, (WOO!!!)
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!
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
(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)
'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
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)
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
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)
Stand Up Nucca
Uh-huh...
I just want everybody to
kinda be clear..
Of what's takin place right now...
It's not an
introduction, it's more like a beginning...
It's like the calm before the
storm...
I guess you can sorta call it, the rebirth...
Or the birth
period... it's the growth...
For all my real niggaz... real people in
general...
It's never one-dimensional, it goes out to everybody...
If you
can though... just kinda take some time out...
Relate to it
For all my
mans that died, with grams at they side
Plans just to ride, gun jammed when
he drive
Ballers who never made it out the hood
Cats who owed, but never
made it out the hood
If they offered you pleas and you went to court with
it
My dawgs doin time cause you got caught with it
Or if you need cheddar,
blast heat whenever
And run from the cops cause you know the streets
better
Dope niggaz who rich cause they know connects
Or dope niggaz who
spit but got no connects
If you pitch to pay rent, but get no
business
Life in the state pen but get no visits
Fend for yourself cause
you ain't got no boys
Ride or die, cause really you ain't got no choice
If
your alibi's straight when you're wanted on the stand
Soldiers that take they
football numbers like a man
Hustle O-Z cause your product rich there
Hood
know you snitch but you gotta live there
You held your man shot, you don't
know where it hit him
And you tryin to buy guns, you don't know where to get
'em
If you strapped in the streets with your palms all black
Young G's
that gotta see they moms on crack
Pop can't be found, hand me down
When
you the oldest out of five, hold the family down
If you caught a body and
your wiz hid you out
If you slept in the park when moms kicked you out
Or
if you gonna die, you gon' leave with a slug
Idolized your big bro, but he
was a thug
If you squeeze in leather first cause it never hurt
Street cats
that never work cause it never worked
Or if you got your shit snatched,
ripped clipped and masked
Too small for the kickback, but gotta get your shit
back
Killed niggaz playin, was only boxin
Accept twenty flat as your only
option
Calm in the jungle in between the system
If you high on parole and
gotta clean your system
If you told 'em to stop, cause soon you'll lose
it
When you pull up your pants bled, bullet wounds to prove it
Or if you
grabbed the liquor, swallow it hard
If they drive-by on you but you follow
the car
Full clip cause your foes is lurkin; or the D's at your door
with
a picture cause you know this person
If you dead broke, but forced into
extortin
Cause your girl pregnant and she don't want a abortion
Got
charged but 'fore strap a gun anyway
Took the state's lawyer, but you won
anyway
Stand up cats beat the odds by far
Real recognize real,
R.R.R.
Don't mistake a amped up nucca.. for what?
For a stand up
nucca.. I won't
If you a stand up nucca.. then what?
Then stand up nucca..
R.. R.. R..
Basically, that's about it...
Hope you people get a better
understanding...
And roll with me... geah!
Let's get into it...
10 Mins.
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda
wanna be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being
bothered by what a motherfucker had to ?
Without really havin' to do
nothin'
So I'ma go buy this pack, of 100's,
Take me about 10 minutes to
smoke a whole 100
Yeah, I'ma snip one upside down
And I'ma take one out
and I'ma light it...
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes
alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig' my 2
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in
peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y'all comin at me with that
bull
Sometimes that's all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now,
that's what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in
peace
Look, now 'is a couple dudes that don't wanna see me
poppin'
They sarcastically ask me 'when your CD's droppin'
Gotta keep my
game face
They don't leave me no options
Can't lose my cool I know the
streets keep watchin'
Dudes wanna see me lose it all
But I ain't come this
far to fall
Let me talk to all of you dudes prayin that I lose it all
I
ain't come this far to fall
And I ain't gotta walk around with my clip and
nine
A real nigga just open his coat to me and said his is mine
He said
call him with his problems
But he don't know that there's always problems, it
only gets worse
Like, some dudes get threatened they can't stop me
So all
they do is threaten to pop me
But go and get your weapon and cock, G
See
it's real here, I dun been up and down the block all week and I'm still
here
Look, you wanna know where the booze and coke at
Gangsta's, gorillas,
damoo's and locs at,
Where the bricks, where the dick, where the X, where the
morphene be,
Take the turnpike to 14B
But now it's back to this pussy dude
threatenin' to hurt me
I didn't know all of this came with reppin'
Jersey
But now it's no secret
If the thought of jump off doin it makes you
so heated nigga so be it
But certain beef will be handeled if you're
special
Only marble in the crib, is the handle on his special
My guns in
the hood
I can't run from the hood
Nigga my sons in the hood
That
should tell you what's what
Soon as I feel good you retards remind me
But
son, it ain't hard to find me
I'm at ringside any time the fights on
And
I'm in the big black truck with the carolina lights on
Or you can hop on the
Pulaski Skyway
I'm in the strip club almost every Friday
Kats is
cornballs
Y'all dudes is bitches
Like I ain't got enough problems with
this music business
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes
alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig' my 2
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in
peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y'all comin at me with that
bull
Sometimes that's all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now,
that's what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in
peace
Some days I don't wanna be bothered
Some days I just miss my
father (damn)
Some days I just miss my father
Some days I wanna relapse on
redline
Cuz he'll be gone for 26 months fed time
I try to maintain through
all this
And pray to god pop keep the same clean date and 4 dicks
My
pockets flat kid
You do the math on $5.15 an hour full time after
taxes
That wasn't good enough to keep my MO
Shit that wasn't good enough
to complete my demo, for real
Some days I don't wanna be seen
And some
days I don't shower, I don't wanna be clean
Look, sometimes the truth could
hurt you
So I blow my cig smoke right at the Truth commercial
Some days I
don't wanna be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a
miracle he makes it half way out
It wont be parole y'all, it be the half way
house but NAH
That's not the right path for a Budden
Cuz we're addicts,
addicts can't do half of nothin'
Some days I'm reachin for the thing in the
dresser
Some days I'm not invincible and I feel the pressure
Like if
everyone's dependin on me, and I just stop
...
Then what the fuck
happens?
I can't take that route and girl out
And sometimes I don't wanna
hear my girls mouth 'cause
My hectic schedule, she ain't considerate
So
all I hear is the complaints and bickerin
Radio's, studio's, photo
shoot's
She think I'm fuckin every girl that say I'm oh so cute,
cute
Don't appreciate a man and you lose him
Worst thing to do to an
innocent man is accuse him
And I ain't with beefin' with home's
Bran
Nubian style, I had to love ma' but leave her alone
It ain't workin out, I'll
see you aight
Just let go and let God see if we reunite
Cuz with yo shit
added to the dudes that wanna see me fall
Nah, fuck it I wont fall
Let me
talk to all of you dudes prayin that I lose it all
I ain't come this far to
fall, fall
But listen, I'm fucked up now
Don't ask why y'all
Sometimes
the best medicine is just to cry y'all
Know what I'm sayin?
Excuse my
voice fans, that should be a sign that I identify with what I'm sayin
Cuz
it's these type of thoughts that'll kill ya
If you smokin' with me right now,
then you a good way from the filter
And I wont front like I ain't
stressin'
Sometimes I need a hug, real shit, pain shit is pain lesson
(nigga)
Just give me 10 minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not
deal with a thing, to not answer my phone
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit
in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10
minutes
Without y'all comin at me with that bull
Sometimes that's all it
takes to ruin my last pull
And right now, that's what got the kid at
peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
I just
need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my
phone
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke
this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at
home
That's all the time I really need to enjoy my bone
If you sparked
when the song was beginnin at that time
Then your stoge should be endin with
mine
And to you know who...
Ma, I never saw me being with you
But
sometimes y'all dreams come true
I'm like your number one fan
Damn, I
ain't think Joe would see you
You's a fantasy
I wasn't supposed to meet
you, NAH
Chances of that were so unlikely
And if we did meet, you wasn't
supposed to like me
But look, I rap now and it just so happens
God put me
in a spot where that was just so happenin, see
She had a man, I had a
girl
I broke up with mine and around that same time
We was hangin out she
never laid a hand on me
But I could tell from the way she glanced at
me
Her looks said baby boy somethin hampers me
And it would go down but I
got my man with me
Lord how can it be?
You know I never been the dude to
come and break up a happy family
And these 2 looked so happy on the
outside
They could've only been happy on the outside
We eventually started
creepin'
But for me it's just sex
For her it's cheatin'
It went down,
one time, two times, once more
Talkin real passionate, every time it jumped
off
I'm in deep y'all she's more than a jump off
We both catchin' feelins,
both startin to want more
But guess what, she can't leave him
Maybe it's
somethin' I don't know about, maybe she needs him
Means I still gotta front
like we ain't sleepin'
Still gotta shake his hand, I still gotta see
him
How's he supposed to look, supposed to feel for me
He gotta know I'm
feelin you, and you feelin me
How am I supposed to look at that man with
respect
With Bleek singin 'Is That Your Chick In My Head'
Dru Hill -
'Somebody Sleepin In My Bed'
Aaliyah - 'If Your Girl Only Knew' reversed, but
look
Here's why I'm down and out
I'm kinda worried y'all
I ain't heard
from him much since he found out
?? it wasn't mine y'all, she's still in the
brain
And I know wherever she's at, she's feelin' the same
So 'till my
fantasy dame pop up
Everytime the cell rings I'm prayin that her name pop up,
for real
I know y'all, I ain't supposed to wife her
But it's God's fault,
I wasn't supposed to like her
Sometimes I think, why'd I have to meet chick
for?
And some times dog, be careful what you wish for
Some times I don't
wanna be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
He's stuck in the
system
Treated like a dude that's heartless
And they just transfered him,
brought him up on new charges
Yeah folks i'm back to that
So I light
another one and smoke back to back for real
I'm chain smokin' if you ain't on
my page, listen
I'm stressed out, hopin' this one'll taste different
Dudes
hopin' that I lose it all
I ain't come this far to fall
Let me talk to all
of you dudes wishin that I lose it all
I ain't come this far to
fall
Nah, I wont fall
Hopin that I lose it all
I wont fall, nigga
(nah)
Hopin that I lose it all
I ain't come this far to
fall
Nah
Nah, (aint come this)
Some days I don't wanna be
bothered
Some days I just miss my father (damn)
Just give me 10
minutes
I just need 10 minutes alone
To not deal with a thing, to not
answer my phone
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let
me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y'all comin at
me with that bull
Sometimes that's all it takes to ruin my last pull
And
right now, that's what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in
peace (peace, peace)
Real Life In Rap
(2X)
I hate y'all
duuuuuuudes
That get real life and rap confuuuuuuused
Don't get it fucked
up, and don't get shoooot
Tryin to be somethin you're nooooot
-- my niggaz
want war, whatchu think you good for?
Yeah you talk like them threats is
real
A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real
I only spit
what I live, and I play my part, feds know
You just talkin burners cause your
A&R said so
Don't play the game like it's just a scrimmage
Don't think
that what you hearrrin is just a image
How your songs though? You never spent
a day in the bing
Niggaz is movin they mouths but they ain't sayin a
thing
Half y'all vets is heartless and rep regardless
Only time you seen a
courtroom was pressin charges
How you baggin up white, but won't scrap in a
fight
Sheeeeit, c'mon mayne, shit ain't addin up right
When shit's thick,
whatchu gon' do with that pound
But real recognize real, you must be new in
this town
All I'm hearin is another nigga's life over tracks
And you lames
ain't willin to lose your life over rap
I hate y'all
duuuuuuudes
That get real life and rap confuuuuuuused
Don't get it fucked
up, and don't get shoooot
Tryin to be somethin you're nooooot
-- my niggaz
want war, whatchu think you good for?
Tired of hearin 'bout you rap dudes
comin with the guns
Never caught a body, had the smell comin from the
trunk
(And umm) I'm tired of hearin 'bout your 4's bust
While I was cuffed
on a up North bus
Y'all fucked on a tour bus
All them stories 'bout you
gettin money with gangsters
(Guess what?) The shit is pretty funny to
gangsters
I'm tired of hearin 'bout that gat in your boot
Cause when it's
said and done
and you finished that rap in the booth, it's back to the
truth
And your shit is glass thug (and you) never outside
Cause youse a in
the lab thug (youse a) pen and pad thug
It sounds good, you ain't pushin work
in the projects
But you spittin 'bout it when you work on your
project
Clown answer back, y'all never seen the ha