Joe Budden Album

The soundtrack to my life is like CNN first sh*t
Images like CNN but worse sh*t
I would down the whole Pinot Gris
But I'd see the Group Home without the Premo beats
And it hurts my soul
I'm a Warrior so though the odds is against a nigga, Dirk gon' choke
Some people confide in the person that they sleep with
I've learned there's no such thing as a secret (oh)
I can't describe the feeling I get
You was riding shotgun, I was wheeling the whip
sh*t, I even let you rock out
Being Bill Belichick, tapin' from the sidelines, stealin' my sh*t
But dawg, you was like a mini me
Mocked me, envied me, turns out YOU WAS BLOWIN' HOT AIR, KENNY G
But you was cool, accepted you instantly
Not a groupie but you had a few tendencies
And though we share a few memories
A couple wrong turns'll turn a friend to an enemy
See, phony people like phony people
Even you could be mistaken if you phone these people
Look, when you invite the nerds to the cool table
sh*t IS BOUND TO BREAK UP LIKE A POOL TABLE
So wack dudes'll start feeling like the sh*t
And you thinkin' it's you, its really where you sit
Or maybe you was neglected
'Cause when you take the front down and strip a nigga naked, he's dying to be accepted (oh)
I did that, just the way you was
Now you a stranger, nothing like the way you was
But uh, you not real, you not Rachel
You not Worm, you not Dill, sh*t, you not chill
I thought you had some ...
fu*k the fake sh*t, I'm really feel that you tryna screw me
And you a little smarter than the average dude
So it took a nigga just a little longer to see
They tried to warn me, fought with my girl erry night about you
sh*t only hurts 'cause she was right about you
She run around wanting to shoot you the fair one
I keep telling her "chill, I don't care none"
I got another side I never showed to you
The side where everybody is disposable
See, relationships are never a threat
'Cause I'll erase the history and act like we never met
Become done giving a fu*k and done calling
I got your e-mail, I was done way before then (oh)
Dear Diary, I don't wanna keep sh*t inside of me
I'd rather just speak to you privately
Maybe its my mood, as far as I can see
There's really no point in having this guy with me
Change from the days of us getting in your truck
It's bigger than one song, it's bigger than a buck
It's bigger than me, bigger than buck
Bigger than voodoo, its bigger than luck, sh*t, it's bigger than us
I always call niggas fools for wanting to learn the hard way (when)
When I'm really the fool for tryna teach 'em
When the blinds leading the blind you cant reach 'em
If niggas ain't as hungry as you then why feed 'em?
Niggas ain't tryna be lead then why lead 'em?
Having big problems with your dogs, why breed em?
I'll keep my part up, keep my guard up
Was like Thundercats but changed faster than Cheetara
This a small part of a larger issue
Sometimes acceptance is so hard to get to
But we all equal, no one lower or above me
I love my team just as much as they love me
If not more
If I turn the knob we all going through the door, I ain't coming back for y'all
The whole crew feel the same as me
How could you ignore something so plain to see?
I'm being ig'nant, that get on my nerves every minute
What's plain to some is really Burberry printed
Being so real sometimes is a slow kill
We was one squad, you broke out like Michael Scofield
I want fillet mignon, you want oatmeal
Add up our differences equals up to no meal
No mills, yup, no deal, why you gotta chase sh*t
To know it's no thrills
For real, a nigga still beefin' with his baby momma (BUT!)
Only thing my baby ain't a baby no more
Hit her on MySpace, maybe she ain't shady no more
Sent old girl a message, no reply but she read it
Some things are so embedded and our heads is
Looking for O's but get X's, dealing wit ya exes
I was one long line away from the Tetris
She sent me the L, that sent me to hell
To the point where I was ignoring my son
I don't see him, don't talk to him
I don't greet him, don't walk wit' him
But I pay for him like he's an object
No matter how right I am, in court I CAN'T OBJECT
Dear Diary, how could she deny me?
How she go to bed without her F*CKING WITH HER PSYCHE?
Is she wrong using him so I can come back? (or)
Or am I wrong for wishing I COULD GET MY CUM BACK?
Looking for sun, all I see is the hail
How I'm gon' trust? All I see is betrayal
It's like they keep trying more and more to subdue me
And only you understand, signed by yours truly

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 it's beef when a smart nigga get stupid
Then it's 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 what's the next step
What's 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, won't seek and fail
I don't 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 don't sound right
Is blashphemous, down right
I astound mics
Music is just what feelings sound like
So even though when I do it it's flames
For a while felt like I was making music in vein
We don't 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 it's 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 can't 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 ya'll it's about to go down like bird shit
It takes courage, me verses urges
Words split and got caught up in label merges
And what's 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 don't know where the game is
It's just been attacked by Hurricane Chris
So niggas can't 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!... I'm regular Joe I don't let it change shit

(Killah BH)

Uh Oh, It’s that time again, It’s been too long, It’s Family Reunion

(Joe Budden)

Mic check, Mic check

(Killah BH)

We gotta school yall to the game (1, 2, 1, 2), You know what lets talk to em, Lets go!

(Joe Budden)

Them wolves is out nigga

(Ransom)

Ain’t nobody tryna rap or play me
I’ll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV
Black gon pay me still get the smack on Baisly
Cause I’m touchin more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit’ll separate a rib from a stomach
I’m the boss when I spit it you love matta fact I’m a Viking
I need a whole village to plumage yea
The nigga is here the city is scared
You got the throne then I think I need to sit in ya chair
We could really get physical here and the sky’s the limit nigga
I’ll put the whole clique in the air baby
So quit playin fore the clip spray em
And have his ass M.I.A. like Nick Saban
His whole shit caved in my whole clique cave men
Hardbody nigga my whole shit pavement
You can’t spit if you dead in the ground
In the woods where ya head’ll be found
And its good that you getting it now in the prescient confessin it now
I can’t fuck wit the rest of you clowns faggot

(Hitchcock)

I am the silence before the storm Lincoln Park to 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 realla than most niggas I tote trigga
For you broke nigga and gold diggas wit no figga
That’s why I palm the heater for all you non believers
I’m on ya ass like white on rice on Condoleezza
Betta con the preacher you tryna get on a feature
Betta get ya casket bastard I’m gon eat cha
We ain’t in the same weight class ya fake ass
Couldn’t stop a nigga wit brake pads I’m way pass
Anything that you ever did I’m betta kid
And we never sweat a bid it’s easy to get a sig
In the bing I’m like Ving Rhames I bring pain
I sling cane off the wing like I’m King James
Yall doubtin who when I spit the whole lead
They be callin code read like Mountain Dew
Fore I count to 2 you can get cha back blown
Cause ya gimmicks out of minutes like a track phone
Get back holmes im back on my shit
I don’t mangle I’m like Pringles stackin my chips
Clappin my fifth you the test me types
Comin out wit a blade and get Wesley Sniped
So the cops could arrest me right it’s not happenin
You ain’t never gon get on so stop rappin
H2O comin this summer so stop askin
All heat like wall street ya stock crashin
Now the fed wanna read his rights
Lord have mercy Jesus Christ I got passion
Im blackin all my niggas getting this fetti
We in the chevy and ready to pop tags in

(Chorus- Joe Budden)

So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won

(Fabolous)

Ayo money is the root of evil I thought
But when I’m broke is when I usually have the evilest thoughts
That’s when the arms come out like sleeves when it’s short
Wit more bullets than ya favorite wide receiver has caught
And that Randy Mossberg ya Steve Smith and Wesson ya
The shoes pop up like instant messenger
You’ve got mail nah nigga you got shells
And my mac you can’t use for iChat
A guy that confused that will lie flat
And my gat is on leg like thigh tap
I that nigga who you dudes
Some broke niggas who tryna get some youtube views
Unless you wanna point blank boy ya too close
Bails in pocket this is Lawyer Lou Los
I’m pretty sure more hotties see me in that 4 door roddie
Double pipes like a sawed off shotty

(Joe Budden)

I flow sickly ridin bumpin old biggie
Roll wit me or lose wait Nicole Richie
Fuck plat if I don’t reach diamond fame
Ill treat a nigga face like that old simon game
I figured out why men try us cause we o-d on rims and thin tires
For that we Len Bias
All it takes a punch he ain’t brave he a punk
I’ll put his family in boxes meet the Brady Bunch
How yall feel yall selves Shaquille yall selves
Us cowboys don’t need you you Bill Parcell
And you ain’t gotta empty ya pockets when the K’s out
Whatever you holdin is mine you my Paypal
See I don’t get how this guy is a treat
I’ll make his life a net por pie to the neck
Ride or die or do both nigga ride to the death
I’ll acapella the whole left side of his chest
Not retiring still got that pension pendin
Tryna pop the hood and see the engine messin
Double barrel shotgun how ya men get missin
She got pretty brown eyes and she in mint condition
Or the sig in the car you dissin muah
Get the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit
I tell a bird like it is you promise the broad
I one line her you Isaiah Thomas the broad
I can send a clip cartridge at a nemesis target
And catch a R.O.R. on some Jena 6 charges
Nah I put the thing away
I don’t even need a whole handle to flip em all it takes is one finger wave
But in the bing for days show you how I’m real
Come home to the truck with the Optimus Prim grille
Handin 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 doing the Superman (I Said Nigga!)
A bunch of clowns holmes all
I need in this world is the pound chrome Huxtable brownstone
Major paper cake by the layers
If these dudes is live I’m the created player
They callin em kings when they so so hot
Somethings wrong wit that picture must be photoshopped
I don’t promote violence but when sparking the flame Blam
Arms start waving like the Carlton Banks dance
When them tools go pop it move whole blocks
Come around wit cha dog or get Kujo shot
These emcee’s is lame I tryta be an emcee wit brains
These niggas is M.C. Brain
Yeah nice rapper just far from bein nice
Im on the rooftop recordin and niggas is bein sniped
That’s light

(Chorus- Joe Budden)

So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil nigga I already done
So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won

[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-er
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.

[Chorus]*Metallica Sample*

what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never be
never see
won't see what might have been

what I've felt
what I've known
never shined through in what I've shown
never free
never me
so I dub thee unforgiven

[Verse 1]

Lets talk about the struggle, lets talk about the pain
Some people say they love you, but that don't mean a thang
Some folks is so naive, not me.. I go insane
Some people dap you, they hug you.. they do it all in vain
That's my depression talking.. maybe it's really real
Maybe them doctors was right, and maybe I'm really ill
See I can't really chill.. without feeling the guilt of me
Stealing these pills ....
Is anybody feeling me still?
(Shit) except for the hood.. nobody told me, I ever couldn't
Instead, I pushed.. back when they told me I never would
Looking at me, like I was just a crook
I express the hood, and what I see on the daily
My scenery daily....
Task force... B & E's daily
A task y'all.. being me daily
They want to put, 3 in me nail me
This is stuff, you only read on The Daily
Had product, but ain't supply it then..
High off more than weed..so the product just got me higher than..
Product of my environment
Look-at-where-they-put-me.. and look where they telling me I gotta be
Stop and see, the robberies ..the poverty..
Naw fam, its not for me..
Its got to be, an opt atleast
Without-dudes-gettin'-chased-by police
So they gave us film, sport.. and the gift to make a hot CD
Back to the wall, against the ropes..
Nothings believable, feezable.. they don't believe in you
You've been verbally beaten to...
A pulse, so the result to you think nothing is reachable
Reasonable, I tell you dreams come true
Yeah haters, even YOU!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Now take your hands, and wave 'em high
They told me I can't, but I said "why?!"
Like, fuck it, I'll try...
NOT fuck it and die..
See, this is real emotion we deal wit'
Often, and don't reveal it..
Often we stuff it inside, but I'm like fuck it.. lets ride..
I--- do what I do, because I do what I do what I feel
THEY-- do what they do, in hopes of what they do.. they appeal
They got a image, and a persona that they gotta fill
That they better do, for revenue.. so labels will be thrilled
Kind-of-feel like a wanted man...
I can't talk to folk, cause when I ask 'em to trust me
All-they-wanna-do-is-judge-me
I'm feeling like they don't understand
(I'm) feeling like ain't too many people friendly
I feel like ain't too many people are what they pretend to be
Cause I'm in that zone, when I feel alone
Like everybody is against me
I just feel like I'm worst enemy
And naw, its not a cry for no sympathy
I'm just thinkin' outloud, to a crowd-- I'm just tryna figure out some remedy
Almost like every lesson, almost like every jewel, every tool..
That's ever been lent to me..
For the moment, is gone..
I'm like a new born..
I feel like a man wit' no memory..
Slow it down for a second, make sure I'm not losing you..
Or confusing you, I'm delusional
Ever you never been there, then you have no idea what illusions do..
Through and through, I'm hoping none of these signs aren't vital..
Or none of these rhymes.. inside the recital..
Why do it mean, I'm suicidal?
I'm ain't that Houston dude...
But-- I'm a MANIAC!
Don't get over, drunk or sober..
This the same way I'd act..
And I'm strivin' to pull together..
But atleast until these voices inside of me..
Go forever, be aloft- I'm liable to do whatever.. (c'mon!)

[Chorus x2]

[Emanny]
I give you my all.. but it seems like that's not enough
Now you can get all of me
A lot of things have changed from what I see
Is this the way its s'possed to be?

[Budden]
Are you in that mood yet?
One mo' 'gain
ARE YOU IN THAT MOOD YET?

Look, they say tomorrow's not promised, but if it was I wouldn't get open
Wouldn't get suits them shits was made to be broken
'Member comin up dudes talkin bout hoes, boastin
I was just a Juvenile movin in Slow Motion
I dropped outta school to be a dude with mad jewelry
Once I got it shit wasn't even cool to me
I dreamt of condos and video vixens
Until I learned most girls in videos is pidgeons
I just wanted the world to see that I was for real wit it
Wanted a deal, I got it and couldn't deal wit it
I want me and my old homeboys to still kick it
I wish they saw me as Mouse and not a meal ticket
Let the beat play
I wish I could see a day wit no he say, she say, just wanna see Trey
Wanna play the hood and not fuck with the toasters
Middle child, wish me and my brother was closer
I wanna scream at her, catch myself before I start to
And then remember it takes two people to argue
All she do is provoke me
All I do is diss her
All I did was shake her
She say that I hit her
She just takin everything I say out of context
I'm tryin not to black, I'm like a nigga wit a complex
Was mad as a FUCK, didn't even show it
Yesterday was better off, didn't even know it
Complete role reversal so it's usless these days
TV got real, music went fake
Please help her for God's sake
When I proposed to the game I figured life was merry
5 years later I'm feelin like Tyler Perry
Maybe I'm exhausted, maybe I just lost it
Maybe I should pick up a pen and try 'n force it
Same old story, guts and no glory
They tryna low ball me, do him like Joe Torre
I reintroduced myself to the world, I'M JERZ
I'm a artist, I paint pictures, I don't rhyme words
More than a rapper I pay attention to detail
But how I do in retail tells me if I prevail
Leadin all the way see these trials and tribulations
Foul situations with some mild stipulations
I feel like being a addict cuz it hurts
But somethin 'bout dude makes bad shit worse
Look, its three types of niggas in this world ya know
So you either gon' make shit happen OR
Watch shit happen OR
Not know what happened
So i couldn't just sit there like 'FUCK rappin'
Its dudes with problems I couldn't imagine havin
If I had to have 'em I couldn't fathom me lastin, like
I used to bump into Tammy in the club
Few of them, she even helped a nigga get in
See a person long enough you know you bound to get fly wit em
Care for em, be more than high and by wit em
Its been a while, I can't front like I ain't phased
She was my reality check, cuz we the same age
I mean she put on a show that you CAN'T stage
She made the shit sound effortless
I was damn near in tears checkin my messages
I got goosebumps all over my skin
She said "Mouse I highly doubt that I'll ever see you again
Hope everything is well kid
You see I'm just findin out I have a brain tumor but I never felt it
The doctor's givin me three weeks to live
Not three weeks til I die, thats three weeks to give
I just wanna tell you that I love you and I care
I wish you all the best throughout the rest of your career"...
And then she broke into tears
I pressed 7, took the phone from my ears
Sometimes the simplest of things people need it
But I ain't call back in fear of being speechless
What was I to put her at ease wit?
I picked a real bad time to be stradegic
I think my lifes bad, pickin up the pieces
Some folk already got they appointment to see Jesus
In this world full of diseases
I've learned not to bite my tongue or have siezures
Depression tells me I suck
So I reply "I ain't here cuz I fell down, i'm here cuz I got up"
Shit came outta nowhere, was real random
According to him, I'm responsible for Jerz too
"I never helped niggas?" How the FUCK you think they heard you?
Muhfucka's got a lot of nerve duke
I was the nigga believed in you spittin
Had to con the industry just so they would listen
But go 'head, you just gon' wreck yourself
How was you protectin me, you can't protect yourself
Keep the lies to a minimal, just read your interview
And can't help but ask what's gotten into dude
Media training but he don't know how that go
It help you come across not soundin like an ASSHOLE
In my past though been to jail, I ain't enjoy it
So why would I stand behind the mic and exploit it?
I ain't ig'nant, just because I exercise spiritually
They try to ignore how I exercise lyrically
I thought I had a great job
Back when niggas loved the culture, wasn't in it for the money like a A-Rod
Even when I'm spittin bout current events
Its a sublime sayin 'Who's more current than him?'
So I'm wonderin, if a higher power tryna underman
When you shoot for the stars, sometimes you gonna jam
I ain't been to Summer Jam
I learned from Lupe: when you Dumb It Down its just harder to understand
2008, foes is still near me
So you can think I'm tight as FUCK, I'm still weary
The Geto Boys say its all in the mind
Certain wounds only heal over time
No shame in my game
No pain no gain
And since I ain't see a +prophet+ I figured God would stop it
Waitin on a alley, niggas just won't lob it
Still a risk taker lemme put it in words:
Can't steal second base and keep your foot on first
Been about 10 years since I was high off the angel
Now I'm walkin side by side with an angel
In front of my eyes that prize keep gettin dangled
But can't grab at it, my pride is being strangled
Workin shorty's nerves like a personal trainer
But its me, its personal, it ain't her
Friends keep tellin me "leave her," I won't
Cuz she sees somethin in me that I DON'T
And I see somethin in her that ya'll won't
If u never been in love don't tell me I'm wrong
See I preach gratitude, she keeps an attitude
Argue long enough and that shit becomes laughable
My norm now since my heart is so natural
Wish I could dwell into all them niggas after you
So not compatible, that we compatible
Its nothin else in this worl that we would rather do
Anybody out there relate to my pain?
Turn the music up let me know that I'm sane
We broke up, bitches was starin' at my chain
Dude was fuckin you but starin' at my name
But we ain't gotta entertain all that
Back like we never left, we overcame all that
FUCK who made better tacos or who ass fatter
Its different now, right now, none of that matters
Keep bringin it up its gon' backlash us
Why am I meetin' so many backstabbers?
Why whenever I'm bout to crash I go faster?
Past is a disaster
When your house is see through, learn to close your eyes incase the
glass shatters
Just sayin, its always a million more pages when my stupid ass keep
thinkin I'm on the last chapter
No tit for tat, I ain't equipped for that
That and New York, chit chat with a Midget Mack
Cuz I get older....(trails off)

Chorus:
I'm feeling tired and the pain shows
your such a long way to go now
such a long way to go, gotta be strong by myself now, such a long road.
?? weaken all my bones,but I gotta work hard just to reach my goal
such a long way to go, so many miles left but im here now

JOE:
please lord something gotta give
they say for every negative there's a positive.
but i aint positive for every buck deposited,
we still in the hood livin like hostages.
and never mind colleges,
school of hardknock scholarship dealing with politics,
i would just self success in the store if i could ??,
but i aint a millionaire won't see me ??.
life is like a beach chair when you can afford one.
ruger loaded just incase the war come,
might as well everything iss comin to the forefront.
we declare & just to think
& fuck a drink and my two-step nigga
I'm two-steps from a drink.
so pressure either bust pipes or it make diamonds,
no matter how high up the mountain, i stay climbing.
freedom i keep chanting,
so if i fall like beyonce I just get back up and keep dancing.

[chorus]

MR. PROBZ:
Never met a goal that i couldn't reach,
never been a lesson i couldn't teach.
i done been thru the world and back,
fuck school i got all the facts.
all i do is stand tall,
when they got my back against the wall,
when its game time all we do is ball.
my niggas'll be here in one call, one call.
when shit gets heavy all i do is pick up the phone
aint gotta go through nothing alone,
when shit get heavy all i do is pick up the phone
aint gotta walk through this world alone, if I'm on my own.

keep on standing on my own 2 feet, everytime that i cry, when i sweat, when i bleed. see nothing can stop me no nothing except mee.

chorus:

JOE:
im chasing after pies with bags under my eyes,
you looking at my representative mask is a disguise,
and i don't do things like i used to.
the past is the past,
im presently thinkin` bout the future.
certain niggas bettin i fall,
im speed joggin through the quick sand,
im jugglin 3 medicine balls
see im coming up, used to share a room with 2 cell-mates
now i tower over the devil but this aint hell date.
long way to go i see my feet getting blisters.
how dare em' talk to me like mike richards
or play don imus, & think its cool to disrespect our sisters
i guess we got a while fore' they actually get the picture.
i think about virginia tech, i think about katrina.
niggas that caught sean bell slippin with the nina.
a day before the wedding,
safety off the weapon,
though all these things play in my head
i keeep steppin`.

chorus

ARE U IN THAT MOOD YET?!?!?

Look im on a war path,
tell the oposition,
na keep it 2 yourself im my only competition,
keep the hate coming,
i love the critisim,
but understand im successfull by own admission,
i never had isssh,
but a bad bitchhh,
na let me stop lying most em were average,
if people said my voice would b heard by the masses,
a dust head nicca from jerz,
i wouldn't grasp it,
questions u can ask it,
team'd up with tha classix,
workn' on a classix,
smash it n that's it!
maybe niccaz thought that my knees were gon buckle,
newport in my mouf,
with 2 g's on my buckle,
got mor now than them few g's when i hustle,
spanish broad with thos 2 d's like i love you.
sexy lady it was nice to know ya gota move on,
they can't shake my armor,
a nicca 2 strong,
i think niccas is shady,
but the coups is gone,
n you've been warned!

Aaaaoh!
Uuuh!
Clap,Clap,
This is the isssh im talkn bout right here.
Tryin to get on my upliftin issh.
Let's spit at these niccas.

I tried to tell dudes,
way back in 02'
that eventually the game would go back 2 being soulfool'd.
i mean soul-full,
while everythin is woeful,
i tried to stay fresh,
like whole foods on the pro tools.
well mr. fab.
wanna mention him,
he fell the fuak off, i won't mention him,
i only respect 1 fab,
n im friends wit him,
Phonte back'd out,
niccas pump'd cents in him,
they wen't pump'd slugs in my little brother,
but dogg i still love Little Brother,
this other guy,
i aint know who's dude,
got glued 2 YouTube,
hit Jin ask'd if he digest'd his food smooth!
how u beef with joey,
they queers without ears,
that say he aint show without fear,
??
Nerve of tha young folk,
yo simity sam,
it gettn gun hoe,
nicca bank account got one 0,
he could snort lines wit his dick,
n wont cum dope,
they stringin u along,
don't take it n try to jump rope,
this is how u know u shouldn't feel glory,
cuz i didn't even show, n it end up being a story, im sorry

jus had 2 get that off my chest right quick,
yall in that mood yet?!
i want to thank everyone for there love n support,
thanks for coming out 2night,
now gather around,
it's a celebration,
mic check.

I need it 2 be known,
im grown,
im on some next issh,
thinkin all your $,
texas, not a knecklace,
u got shoot at ma dukes,
be4 the tec spits,
i don;t go out lookn for drama like the fed's did,
music wit a message,
but im no backbacker,
som vengenfullness in me,
but im no backstabba,
no balla in the stripclub,
im throwin cash at her,
tryin to help shorte,
n her goals attach faster,
was insecure when growin up,
niccas laugh'd at her,
now she think she got som self worth,
cuz her ass fatter,
i told her,
give yourself your ?
next time they chain u up,
u can break through those,
nicca call u out your name,
mami break dude nose,
got 2 cha were u goin might take u slow,
maybe ban it,
but never let'em make u fold,
except your short comings,
baby they gon make u home!

I'm Gone!

This is that stompin music!

Keep stompin to it....

Don't stop, keep stompin to it!

Time goes by puffin on a lie, hopin that it gets me high
gotta nigga goin crazy, crazy

Niggas wanted to kill me, got locked up and never found me
So my goal is to catch a charge in that same county
Picture me gettin bumped for a silly hand off
The bullpens fucked up, just ask Willy Randolph
See, I could pop a few nickel-plated glocks too
It's easier to kill niggas than it is not too
I let the pot brew, then the plot grew
Labels try to label you, don't fit and they'll drop you
Finally made a move on somethin I been sore
Sometimes you gotta lose the fight if you tryin to win the war
I'm focused on tomorrow,
Done seein my friends in the rearview thinkin we really closer than we are
Fuck the record label, no relation or correlation
All my admiration turned into aggravation
They say- how you sit so long when you spew classics
I tell niggaz I can't understand it, that's Blue Magic
the rap game as-is, either you on some snap shit
or plain old stuck in a different decade like Da Brat is
I hear niggaz joints and take it personal, why?
Now everybody wanna rap about they personal lives
Before that it was non-existant
Me, I'm an addict with an addiction for anything that seems to cause friction
Maybe I'm in a relationship with bad karma
When I'm past the somber, maybe I attract drama
Undoubtedly my life is on some VH1 shit
Just addin some Salt N Pepa to reality
While other artists is obsessin with more toys
Like Lex coupes, Beamers and Benz's, they Lost Boyz
I kept brushin off my shoulder til the chip was gone
Left the Benz at the dealer til the kit was on
I don't feel niggaz songs
So while y'all at the awards, I'm loadin up on ratchets that's the TIP I'm on
Flow is on acid, swear I would have the game mastered
If I wasn't too busy carryin' baggage
Callin God a bastard,
Calvin looked way different in person than they had him lookin in his casket
Lookin in his casket like he had no face
I was at a loss for words like Fiascogate
So I figured I'd say a prayer for him, got on my knees quick
And realized I don't ever pray until I need shit
My soul achin, tryin to stay low maintenance
Stuck in hell waitin on blessings with no patience
I done made the ave hot, been hit, stabbed, shot
Waitin on my jackpot, always been a have-not
always been a underdog, little guy still try
Cuz I think I'm a cash cow, they treat me like I'm milked dry
Jugglin nickels and dimes, I'm walkin the fine line
Sometimes you gotta just breathe, maybe give time time
Give me a sign, kinda shocked he won't
See I want another baby, but my pocket's don't
Normally that wouldn't bother me

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

(IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[chorus:]
Niggas on my left niggas on my right
Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight?
As real as it get holster on my hip
Is anybody tied of that bubble gum shit?

[Verse:]
They say hip hop is dead on life support
Maybe not there could be something I just thought
I just ought to jump fighting the sport
How you expecting to be heard when your mic is off
I would love to go and browse through the ride report
But ain't a car in that motherfucker I could afford
See niggas trying to block the road
Later then my label dropped the growth they should drop us both
See I could scream def jam and what they use to be
But that ain't for me to say that's for you too see
If I'm not method man... redman... ghostface... young gunz
Need I say freeway the proof is me
Still don't beleave me then where's peedi peedi?
They ain't really give a fuck unless you jezzy
That's what my mind say just know if you ain't the president or kanye
You won't see the time of day

[chorus:]
Niggas on my left niggas on my right
Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight?
As real as it get holster on my hip
Is anybody tied of that bubble gum shit?

[verse:]
I'm so thankfull that
Come around thease parts we don't crank or snap we aim and clap
Use to try to take the average rap fan show em shit
But if they closed minded who am I to open it?
Rather spend time with a bougie broad
I mean an actress bad bitch movie star
Shallow bitches only into jewelry cars
Still fucks with us though that ain't who we are
Soon as my wife gone they jump on the python
They ain't know I'm out to hit and run like saigon
Puttin back the ice on had it screwed up
Finally figured out that hate is the new love
But I don't see how you get ahead that way
When you team up with envy like red cafe
And all that blame is yours
You trying to get a chain light flaws
I'm trying to get a chain like stars
Find me in jerz line for squeeze work off safety
Can't keep calm around thease jerks
They beyond thease words
Treat the hood like myspace need to become friends with the tommy first
Don't get found on the back of an empty carton
Spray semi larkins for the brag like remi martin
Don't mind me... last of a dying breed
Wanna take rap and bring it back to the 90's
Q.c inspired me creame made me angry and every dog amped me shook ones hate me
I already know it's a tough state to follow
But niggas use to stay up late to watch appollo
Now it's ridiculous all this shits frivalous
Niggas ain't macho man they miss elizabeth
Break a corona bottle make me an I'll shank
Cut a bitch up like bill blanks doin still rank

[chorus:]
Niggas on my left niggas on my right
Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight?
As real as it get holster on my hip
Is anybody tied of that bubble gum shit?

[verse:]
The media will say anything to get at you
Niggas is transparent I'm looking right past you
Hemi he is a bad dude talking bout' he act rude
Saw my new tattoo it's god with a gavel
Told baby girl if you wanna seduce me
Just know my brain works like I'm bonaducci
My girlfriend say I use my charm to loosly
I tell her I'm too fly to have too con for coochi
Hella paper tell a hater crib got an elevator
On the water front so yeah I outgha front
Still times I feel like carring chrome or cheating the system like I'm merriam jones
Trying to sing for the moment can't find the note
Put the game in a choke hold can't find his throat
Hang with the big dogs can't find the rope
They tell me it's alive but I can't find the post

[chorus:]
Niggas on my left niggas on my right
Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight?
As real as it get holster on my hip
Is anybody tied of that bubble gum shit?

(feat. Emanny)

[Joe Budden:]
Yo, yo.
Her name was Chyna Doll, real name Sasha
Stripped out in Jersey, a regular show stopper.
Club hopper, couldn't tell her nada'
Can't even talk to 'er if it ain't about a dollar.
Stayed in the latest? Esay?, Gucci, Prada
Two kids, no communication with' the father.
She nineteen, lookin' like the truth is sickenin'
But boo is trickin' ta' pay schoo' tuition.
A hourglass figure with' the best complexion
With' no ratchet on 'er, usin' sex as a weapon.
Her man's name Jerome, highschool sweetheart
Who jus' came home for some charges unknown.
It's 'prolly domestic, he be beatin' 'er ass
Chyna still go ta' work like she be needin' the cash.
Got his name on 'er ankle, real impolite
I made it rain on 'er once an' bitch couldn't say, "thank you".
Call me loose, but'chu'd fuck shorty too
I'm talkin' thirty-six, twenty-four, forty-two.
She be at the Pink Teacup
Drunk of Chardonnay an' E'd up
A Black Girl Lost, she need Jesus.
Bi-sexual, livin' life on the brink
Newark niggas used to come-through spikin' 'er drink.
Puttin' drugs in 'er liquor, throwin' dubs when they tip 'er
She high makin' it clap screamin', "fuck them other niggas! "
High demand on 'er, Jerome type jealous
Used to come-through clappin' at niggas that put they hands on 'er
'Cause of the insanity, fired 'er from Fantasies
Every man's fantasy sufferin' from vanity.
I 'member she went broke for a short 'xtent
So she started fuckin' niggas just to pay her rent.
Started fuckin' anybody that'll get her bent
Frequentin' hotels an' cars with' dark tints.
But she never home, in the World for feelin' 'er greed
This a disease, grandmother takin' care of 'er seeds.
Now ay'body she be with' keep gettin' 'er Weeded
She dropped outta' school, felt (like) it was no longer needed.
Low self-esteem, a broken home, an' shattered dreams
Got Chyna comin' out of 'er jeans.
Get money by any means, wearin' anything that's skin tight
Pretties up the outside to cover-up what's inside.
That one time bad bitch (dawg) don't even look average
Borrows her friends clothes, no more money for Saks Fifth.
Jerome proposed now they awaitin' marriage
Little did he know how many niggas had smashed it.
Dre used to pipe 'er, them two was creepin'
It was more than jus' beatin', I'm guessin' he really like 'er.
Dre gotta' girl, maybe not with' the label
See, her name is Faith, but he ain't never been faithful.
She used to get? raiseful?, yellin' out, "I hate'chu! "
Been with 'em since he was broke an' he ain't grateful.
Now the nigga's able, financially stable
But she turnt' the tables, went an' got some other mates too.
That never stopped her from rummagin' through his shit
Dre neglectin' home, fuckin' 'round with' this bitch.
Takin' 'er on vacates, pickin' 'er up for late steaks
Spent his whole check on 'er damn near every payday.
Already fought 'Rome when he caught Dre at the strip club
Chyna givin' 'em a lap dance gettin' 'er tits rubbed.
Zipper down like he jus' finished gettin' his dicked sucked
'Rome through his fist up, but Dre couldn't give a fuck.
Security kicked 'em out, speakers blastin' DJ Unk
I seen Jerome runnin' over towards his trunk.
Chyna came an' stopped it before Jerome popped it
Dre ain't learn nothin', kept creepin', he ain't stop shit.
I tried to talk to 'em, he ain't heed the message
She lookin' sickly skinny, exceedin' anorexic.
Coughin' every minute, which ta' me kinda hinted...
If you gonna' have ya cape on (nigga) then take 'er to the clinic.
But he don't wann' listen an' know he never told me
He bring that bitch everywhere, treat 'er like a trophy.
I know dude, I already know that when he go fuck 'er
He wide-open, he divin' in no rubber.
I seen this shit comin', call me a psychic
He try'nna keep tabs on 'er, bought 'er a Sidekick.
(See) Every other night pick 'er up in that Hybrid
You got a girl nigga, at least do it in private.
I mean he really treatin' Chyna like a fly chick
Talkin' dirty to 'er like, "Damn, love how you ride dick"
She be on top screamin', "Daddy, how you like it"
But not long after fount' out he had the virus.
Now he's heated, angers deep seeded
He thinks she runnin' roun' fuckin' with' this deep secret.
Not even thinkin' 'bout her man or her kids
Dre turnt' around an' took her life for takin' his.
An' I ain't mad at'chu for spendin' a few chips
I thought'chu knew better than wifin' that loose bitch.
You never heard, "don't lay ya head where you shit"
You got'cha shovel out, dug ya'self a huge ditch.
Dumb muhfucka', now you facin' two bids
An' can't even run from the law, you too sick.
Jerome wasted no time in findin' where dude live
He came in blazin' that fifth in dudes ribs.
That's two individuals gone for God's sake
Jerome went to jail three days after her wake.
Dre's girl at home, in shock; she can't believe it
Wishin' she would've told 'em 'bout her big, big secret.

[Intro: stack bundles]

Listen!

[Verse 1:]
If you listen to this it's evident you trying to figure out if I'm dude
Or maybe somebody told you I'm that dude
Or maybe you one of the few that dissagree with me
And got your own views about whos really that dude
Well...
The south movement got ten months left
And come valentines day the game will merge to the west
And I feel it's absurd that the east is the selling the less
Screaming new york new york the pioneers is suppose to be the best
You blaming all the vets on the current state of the game
They won't retire so the generation just remain the same
A bunch of oppurtunist that was giving oppurtunity
Too make a difference in music but gave no oppurtunity
Nothing new or fresh just the same ass sound
Same ol' producers with the same ass sound
Up and coming artist's got identity crisis
Cause whenever you you the labels turn you away
But when you me you think of a way
To cast the criticisim aside get on a track say what the fuck you wanna say
The radios gonna play whatever the listeners say it should
And I want the listeners say they should indeeed they should
Indeed I should smack a few niggas like suge
But then they'll black mall me
And the that's a long story no crossover so I wrote the crossover
But if the album sellout I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep asking whens the album gonna come out
Ask your local execs I'm out!

[Pre chorus: sample]

[Verse 2:]
Look!
What up ray was speechless I ain't no what too say
Got the call like at 8 am with nate saying
You had passed away I'm like why niggas stay playing
Your myspace page playing I started my day aching
It hit me like a tumor felt like it was too soon to
Thought it was a rumor untill it wasn't a rumor
Can't beleave that it's over
But if god called you I ain't even mad at him he must have needed a soldier
I was like your mentor you was like my friend NAH
When I seen you I would treat you like my kin and more
We use to scream fuck thease niggas like tim dogg
You was the only rap nigga I would fend for
Was phiening for beats stuck between a dream and the streets
You just wanted to be seen as elite
Cause you loved far rock like I jersey so I feel ya
But love something too much guaranteed it will kill ya for realer

[Hook: Talking]
Nah I mean...
I remember we was in the studio doin... doin you know what will happend
It was me you and core... You told me to keep my verses 16
But you know I can't do that I went ahead and gave them mad bars you was mad as fuck!
You went and tried to strech your shit but I wasn't havng it though nigga

[Verse 3:]
Rian squad keep your head up
Remeber we would diss each other on tracks laugh about it when we met up
I'm looking in your casket praying a nigga get up
For a minute I couldn't help too think that you was set up
No matter who you are you gotta answer when the lord calling
I told you go and fuck with jimmy that's before ballin'
Go get your cash right hard to slow down livin the fast life
I just heard you on flex show last night
Like was it old beef or was you getting stuck up
A line outside your funeral ran was really fucked up
And I was too but the difference is
I was mourned all at the ignorant value of life that living gets
Pulled the burner on you but you fought that dude
I read the paper it said the pigs caught that dude
It's sad another black man taking by a black hand
Wish your last night in the club we could have saved your last dance
God damn!

[Hook: Talking]
I remember like... I remember we was in cancun
That was my first time out there in cancun
Me and you was rolling together you talking about where the bitches at
Like nigga I dunno your pose' to be the georgeous gangsta
Don't ask me nothing I don't speak no spanish
I love you nigga!

[Verse 4:]
I know the kids really need you
I keep telling em' pac wanted to sign biggie wanted to see you
Pun wanted to cypher L' wanted you to bring some of that good cush up and get a little higher
Go and help jam master j get the crowd a little hyper
Or maybe freaky tah switched up and needed a ryder
Maybe allyah single up there and needs a ryder
I know you and rick james would set the studio on fire
You in a better place up there at the pearly gates
You can be the georgeous gangsta and niggas won't hate
Some niggas tapped the bottle poured out a little hennesey
I'm in the clouds screaming squad up in your memory

[Hook: Talking]
I remember you called me that day I think you was in far rock
You had some bitch in your car and your car broke down
And you called me talking about do I got triple a and shit
I'm like nah but atleast hat answer your question
And you like what question?
I'm like well I just heard a song of yours
Talking about you wanted to know why she won't stay with you
And she wanna go ride with a G'
I love you nigga!

[intro]
[female]
a star
in the inside of me
[joe]
one two one two
one two one two
(uh uh)
nod ya head if you want clap ya hands to it
it's just music you feel like it dance to it
(uh uh) c'mon

[verse 1]
if you feel like i feel it's all love what up
now throw ya mufuckin fingaz in the air, yeah
mr. i'm back here to do it like glow, infact this ain't about rap
if you ain't come to feel good we gon do it without you
too low, turn the music louder yeah
turn the music loud in hear
you understanding what ya'll about to hear
feelin myself, homie what see i'm a leader won't show me up
naa, see they won't slow me down won't slow me up
sky's the limit till i die and i'm in it
but that's not the case tonight
pop a case tonight like whateva you want do it's ok tonight
see cause all of that salt we gon shake tonight
now bring the break aight

[chorus]
i'm just tryin to be me
cause there's only one me
strip away materials (and i'm serious desert storm)
cause seriously
these things don't make me
nothing can break me (no they can't)
i shine because a star is inside of me

[verse 2]
i write mood music, know a lot of you ain't used to
jot my life on wax i'm putting you through it
no lies it's all truth to it
do the music cause it's (inside of me)
fans wanted the real i went and gave it to 'em
i'm not a street nigga, naa just relate to 'em
i just relay through 'em
show the way to 'em neva fake to 'em that ain't (inside of me)
(hold up) don't be afraid show the world who you are
go and show the world you a star
(you could) reach to the stars go ahead show the world that it's ours
and then the world will know that it's (inside of me)
40 acres and mule to, 40 K's on the Muller
see I'm just thinkin of ways to get my dudes up
they use to say we was loosers
i beg to differ that ain't me, now

[chorus]
i'm just tryin to be me
cause there's only one me
strip away materials (and i'm serious, hey)
cause seriously
these things don't make me
nothing can break me (no they can't)
i shine (of course) because a star is inside of me

[breakdown]
give it to 'em Joe
give it to 'em Joe
give it to 'em Joe
you got it

[verse 3]
reason they say if you don't stand for nothin, you'll fall for anything
cause of that there i see the whole game on the ground
watchin what works, we all chasin' a hit
instead of takin a risk, so we changin' our sound now
now we all chase jewels, big trucks, and income
all that and then some, chase whateva trend come (but)
at least till the trends done (but)
but that don't change within none (yeah)
and i'm not sayin' to not have a Benz son, rings that shiny whateva things timely
those things help to unwind me (but)
but naw those things don't help define me
aim at the baiscs, aim you can make it
cause even when the whole game seems tainted
i'm a star without the chains and the bracelets
cause that fly shit is (inside of me)

[chorus]
i'm just tryin to be me
cause there's only one me
strip away material, (and i'm serious, hey)
cause seriously
these things don't make me
nothing can break me (no they can't)
i shine (of course) because a star is inside of me

[outro]
a glow is coming from my heart
open yours and find a star
(hey)
(hey)

[Intro]
Ya see like... some people can't relate to it
Don't understand it.
'Cause they ain't ever been there
They ain't from there.
I understand it

[Verse 1]
Even though they hate 'em
Even though when a nigga try ta' make a come up
It's anotha' nigga waitin' jus' ta' run up
Though they sellin' rocks for shorts
And ay' night around 12 you hear them shots go off (talk to 'em!)
And know niggas is rats, some boys is wired
And the food in the supermarket's all expired (whoa!)
Ay' blocks a liquor store and abandon buildin'
Drunk parents at the liquor store abandon they children (let's go)
Know the sky seem Gray, we'll get through the weather
An' even though they fill our grade schools with metal detectors
Some cops are crooked and police indecent
An' you can catch a body up the street from the prescient
Though we got a lotta' shit wrong, a lotta' shit goin' on
Gotta' love it, this the place I was born
So I sit here dedicatin' this song, this is still my hood!

[Hook]
Now everywhere I roam
Though they keep the chrome
It's no place like home
This is still my hood!
An' it's far from fine
I may like other places, but they far from mine
Gotta' love my hood!
An' I only know one place it be like that
If I ever leave, trust I'll be right back
It's my hood, it may not be good
May not be like it should
But let me get one thing understood
This is still my hood!

[Verse 2]
Still got the Macs out until ya time's-up [??]
An' the barbers'll fuck ya line-up
This is still my hood!
Hol' up! 'Cause even though;
You can't meet a girl ain't fucked a nigga you know
Gotta' love my hood!
This the same place you can't getta' job
They look at'chu like, you young an' you black
Get the fuck outta' dodge (fuck outta' here)
Get a gun, get some crack, feel like that's our only op.
Tell ourself we'll fallback as soon as that money stop (oh!) [??]
Yet heat still on ya wat [??] (and...)
Dudes stand on the corner like if life passes us by at least we wanna watch (talk to 'em)
Clowns get extorted, gangstas get recorded (whoa)
Mami don't know if she should keep it or abort it (get rid of it)
Cops you'll never will catch me, I'm aware all my warrants
An' I'm not goin' down, naw, that's not goin' down (naw)
Car jackin's, shootouts is imperial here
An' I dare you find a ratchet with a serial here
Though you might have to raise ya gun, just to raise ya sums
This ain't the place you wanna raise ya son (never that)
A few dudes'll argue 'bout they favorite rapper
Other dudes sit an' think of different ways to get yac up
Don't take it personal, it's just the pace that they after
So I keep mine on me, jus' incase I might have ta'
It's still no other place that I'd rather, gotta' love my hood!

[Hook]
Now everywhere I roam
Though they keep the chrome
It's no place like home
This is still my hood!
An' it's far from fine
I may like other places, but they far from mine
Gotta' love my hood!
An' I only know one place it be like that
If I ever leave, trust I'll be right back
It's my hood, it may not be good
May not be like it should
But let me get one thing understood
This is still my hood!

[Verse 3]
If you never been you can't really know about it (naw)
System's fucked up, the jails is overcrowded (whoa)
Murder rates is up an' as a matter of fact...
A couple of close friends of mine have added ta' that
An' I rank nothin' above it
I know it seems odd, but I hate it an' I love it (naw)
Naw, I hate that I love it (yep!)
The same things that seem to get me always pissed
As soon as I leave, I always miss, it's always like this.
So small, ay' body knows ay' body
It's body after body, it's robbery after robbery
Hookers on the strip, some girls'll be a ho
We gotta' few local legends I guess the World'll never know
From Jers. to Little Rock, the hood'll never die down
B. More, DC, Compton, Chi. Town, New York to VA ya town's like my town!
Let's go!

[Hook x2]
Now everywhere I roam
Though they keep the chrome
It's no place like home
This is still my hood!
An' it's far from fine
I may like other places, but they far from mine
Gotta' love my hood!
An' I only know one place it be like that
If I ever leave, trust I'll be right back
It's my hood, it may not be good
May not be like it should
But let me get one thing understood
This is still my hood!

[Outro]
Whoa!
This goes out to everybody in every hood man.
No matter where ya at, where ya from.
New Orleans, Mississippi
Vancouver, London, T. Dot
Wherever you at, I don't even care man.
We all got the same struggle, the same pain
We all keep fightin' baby!
You can't hold us down
Uh, uh, uh...
Love my hood

[Intro]
See, me..
I'm talking bout something called,
Something I like to call.. call.. it
Ain't even got a name for it
Only certain niggas suffer from this shit
(Turn up my voice)
Talking bout niggas that got like,
Niggas that got like the sixth sense or something..
Sometimes you see shit that ain't there
Sometimes you hear shit that nobody said
Sometimes you think somewhere, that you really somewhere totally different
It's almost like you hallucinating, but you sober, you ain't high
No drugs or nothing like that.

Sometimes you be high..
Talkin bout paranoias and shit..

[Verse 1]
Look, I don't give a fuck again
Thoughts in my head, lookin like a niggas stuck with them,
Wishin it abruptly ends, but God woke him up again,
Everything I seen is so unfair, So unclear,
Tryin reach out, no ones there,
4 Walls tellin him go run where? No one cares,
Screamin this too shall pass, ridin on ??? without gas,
Bills pilin up with out cash, tryin to maintain and out last,
Pray for me, keep tellin niggas patiently, wait for me,
Keep tellin my haters wait and see,
I'm really tryin' to fill the vacancy,
Been along time its taken me,
Mothafuckas keep mistaken me,
Mistakenly, the cage in me,
Niggas never had no faith in me,
It's like I'm one semi from death,
I'm just a few pennys from debt,
I got no identity left, victim of Identity Theft.
Our problems are never new,
It's revenue,
Keep blamin them it's never you,
Keep tellin baby girl Im gonna leave and never do,
Cause even when a nigga needs space,
when your lookin' for a little lee-way,
Somebody puts it on replay,
like it gets louder with each day,
Pray.

[Chorus]
4 Walls, 4 Walls
They surround me
Loneliness
Has found me
I'm wating for you
To return
Open the door
Walk right on and..
Homie let's start all over again

[Verse 2]
Look, Look, I'm tryin to keep it formal now,
But the pressures on him now,
I'll go ahead and warn you now,
I'm tryin to come across as normal now,
All my life I've been called insane,
looked at as if I'm strange,
Can't tame em, can't blame em, for lookin at me as if I can't change,
With that said still I'ma rise,
Though I keep it still in lies,
Good ahead reveal your disguise,
Maybe that'll kill the surprise,
Sometimes I feel deprived,
Started when the guilt arrived,
I noticed that the hills have eyes, when you wanna heals a demise
And ya mans on a ledge, Niggas tamperin' with my head,
I ain't gettin' head in the Phantom, Phantoms in my head,
Can't escape, Figured I would be a candidate,
I ain't gotta upper hand to date, Can't be fate,
Must think that I can handle weight,
See I'm thinkin of Mansions, Lakes,
I was thinkin Mandalay, Thinkin I'd expand my state,
That's just a chance I'd take, Bow to my knees,
So the crowd to please, put em in the mouth of the beast,
Crazy they didn't make him out to be,
I'm just tryin' make it out atleast, please.

[Outro over Chorus]
See what I'm talkin bout,
they ain't really got terms for shit I'm talkin bout
I know they just diagnosed me with this shit,
Like a, like a early age or shit
I don't mean 4 Walls like literally, nothing like that
4 Walls I'm talkin bout..
Ain't no windows
Ain't no sunlight
Ain't even a door
No locks no nothing
Ain't no gettin out that shit, ??
I'M TALKIN BOUT 4 WALLS IN YA HEAD BABY

I know a nigga like me,
I been talkin about a nigga like me for a long time
Fucked up out here
Can't even escape
WE GON GET EM (Haha)