Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Halfway House
(feat. Heartbreak)

[Heartbreak]
Be advised, this kid is on his grind
If greatness is what you seek I'm the nigga you will find (me!)
I'm lyrically inclined - rap's like tacklin fish
with no hook, you can't get 'em on the line
Given a little time, Jersey City will prevail
The writtens I'm spittin sound like I'm fishin for a whale (uh-huh)
Of course I'm sicker, my flow off the Richter
I'm forcin niggaz to get a bigger scale
I gotta excel, so I sell X
You're like Nextel, who you gon' tell next? (who?)
Can't grind off packs cause y'all watchin 'em
I ain't see a dime off rap cause y'all droppin 'em
I go hard on tracks, ain't get a buck from it
And as far as rats I hope the fucks plummet (fall)
I like to mix karate with gunplay
So all you dumb chumps get nunchucked to gun-butted
The opposite of what y'all embrace
The game wants lames that'll march in place
Uh, one of the last from the Garden State
that spit like he in a jungle goin hard with apes (nigga)

[Joe Budden]
L-look, look
Comin up, used to grab the pound for a dollar
Overseas, now prefer the pound over the dollar
Fuckin with that water you get drowned somethin proper
He act like an inmate but sound like a scholar
I mean - hoppin out, chain danglin, poker grill
Sober still, except for an occasional dose of pills
Show the steel, all of it 'til it's overkill
For Oprah bills I'll turn this bitch into Cloverfield! (nigga)
I understand why niggaz ain't tryin to bond with me (why?)
Fresh as a fuck, e'ry day is like the prom for me
Rappers ain't fond of me, FRRUCK them, my mom should be
The game's fixed anyway - and you could ask Tim Donaghy
I'm on some all kinda weed, sleep where the piranhas be
And honestly (f'real) I'm e'rything dudes be tryin to be
I get money and haul off (now)
While they at rock bottom, the poor guys can't even fall off (Joey!)
I'm all Spartan, avoid the four sparkin
Cause e'rything is funny 'til a nigga's George Carlin
Not greedy, I just want a portion of the fortune
If all rappers do is record, why would I call 'em?
Look, I ain't heard of that (nah)
And these haters (Killin' Me Softly)
but I don't mind takin on Roberta's Flack
I'm known to 1-8-7, murder tracks
Go and tell whoever wan' know the king of Jers' is back!

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Halfway House

[Joe Budden]
Whatever happened to that?
Joey! Yeah
Seems like I gotta buy a weed bag (so easily sidetracked!)
I think it mighta been next week
Mighta been next month, shit (Joey!)

Look, sometimes I wanna make money
But sometimes I ain't motivated; sometimes I think it's overrated
Sometimes I'm thinkin I wasn't supposed to make it
But what I show is basic, I normally poker-face it (what else?)
Sometimes I wanna make music
Sometimes I think it's just useless
So y'all don't hear a lot of new shit
Clueless, dependin on what my mood is (ohh!)
Sometimes I wanna dress down
I mean I wanna let up, but y'all be let down
I'm so easily sidetracked
I just lost my train of thought, but besides that
I wanna stop somebody and keep it real
But know that they'll understand 'fore I tell 'em how I feel
I wish I knew how it'd feel
I swore I needed somethin from the store (like what?)
Got a call that I just ignored, my day is hectic
I'm overwhelmed with thoughts, leave a message
This Saturday I, planned on goin shoppin for my kid
Wanna smoke, no cig's, I'm like "Where the fuck's the store?"
Got a migraine, but I forgot that I was sick
Cause these jeans don't seem to lay right over my kicks
And this'll be the last time I buy this brand
That I try this brand - oh shit, the bitch called me
She seems like the perfect girl to cheat with
Sleep with, I bet that she can keep a secret
I turned the radio on, and heard a beat sick
Know I can kill that shit better than he did
Sometimes I could be so analytical (why?!)
With no audience, so who am I a critic to? (nobody)
I'm so easily sidetracked
I just lost my train of thought, but besides that
I spent years tryin to figure out why is that
Beat of my drum thrown off by a hi-hat (ohh!)
I should hit the club, get a outfit
But fuck that, the lifestyle ain't about shit
That no longer gets me up, it don't arouse shit (why?)
See I'm on my OnDemand in the house shit
I've lost so many relationships
(Tell me) Is it, just because I don't relate to shit?
Me I (me I) I hate ignorance so much
I'm prayin for niggaz that didn't grow much
Maybe our whole generation was raised wrong
I'm only responsible for me, I gotta stay strong
I'm so easily sidetracked
I just lost my train of thought, but besides that
I spent years tryin to figure out why is that
... Why? But besides that

Uh uhh, I'm so easily sidetracked!
Uhh, goin on nigga, I spent years tryin to figure out why is that
Why? I mean, I'm so easily sidetracked
Fuck is goin on?

Yo, cig's still unlit, lookin a pic of a man cross-eyed
On my way to kill the nigga 'til the thought died (uhh)
Or it's a lie, I'm just hogtied
Got frog eyes, cause chick with a phatty walked by
Nice complexion, nice tan
And so behind her I ran 'til I seen her desination was a man
(So) In the street I stand, with my heat in hand
For what reason, I don't remember beefin
Note to self on my hand, "Get even!"
But I don't remember needin re-venge
Now anybody comin toward me I'm reachin
Leg bleedin - (so) fuck it
I'll retrace my steps followin the path of my blood leakin
Led me to Juan's house which I visit every weekend
To my knowledge, me and him wasn't speakin

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Halfway House
(feat. Crooked I, Joell Ortiz, Nino Bless, Royce Da 5'9")

[Joell Ortiz]
Aiyyo Joey what you said, 24 right?
Aight cool, I got you

Uhh, I define gutter - every time I rhyme
I climb up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered
But I'll be fine brother - my mind hovers
above all you jive suckers wishin, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me, I'm throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggaz lyin
They fifth is lyin in the second drawer next door to some bullshit they iron
Y'all be makin up stories the little kids is buyin
I do everything my +Penn State+ like a Nittany Lion
I ain't gotta mention the streets on a song
to get in a nigga ass on these beats like a thong, pause
Veterans co-sign me, the up-and-comers scared
The pretty girls go "Papi, here's my underwear!"
Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a rapper
But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor
I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is plasma
You're Atari 2600 with a weak adapter
Between us the gap's so crazy
I'm Gucci, Louis V; you're Gap, Old Navy
I get coochie in the V, you attract no ladies
You're suburb, I'm gutter where the gats go crazy!

[Nino Bless]
Look, you know, look
Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be Pun's successor
That term's done fucker, what up whatever
You birds is food, I'm about to pluck some feathers
I'm young and clever, plus clutch under pressure
Yup! Who does this better?
Walk around with medal all on me like the front of Shredder
I lust for cheddar you owe me
Leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest like a sunken treasure
I'm somethin, like a phenomenon
Droppin bombs for fun then dine in hell during Ramadan
Whatever I'm rhymin on or whoever
I tear 'em apart; swear on my pops
No, fear in my heart, shit, been through it all
Done swam with the sharks, snapped fins with my jaws
I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest piff
off of a brick of hash mixed with acid hits like sick cracker shit
Get back, dumb birds I ignore the hype
Click-clack, Yung Berg'd if you flossin ice
Dawg, cross me twice, can't afford the price
It'll cost you, I'll off your life!
You soft, I told you I'm raw white when I'm on this mic
Still mourn at night, don't wanna see mornin light
And I feel like I'm forced to fight
When the (Chips) are down like Ponch fallin off his bike (AHHH!)
Of course my metaphors are type awesome, right?
I got 'em in awe, my aura's Jordan like
What's really poppin? Who diddy-boppin?
You wasn't really, now you all Common and really conscious
I ain't with that silly nonsense, I really pop shit
My gun stay cocked like Biggie's optics
I, I stay evolvin but grown bitter
On your grave they're carvin "Fucked with the wrong nigga"

[Crooked I]
I don't write I kill a pen, leak its blood on the page
I breathe bars like oxygen locked my lungs in a cage
Instrumentals get fucked on the stage
A pedophile unless I dig in the crates and fuck with somethin my age
Forever vow, to never smile when I'm at peace
Only when I'm eatin the deceased like quiche
Only when my enemy's internal organs are a smorgasbord in a feast
The Dahmer with melanin led 'em in the belly of the beast
You'll be missin until fishermen see your corpse
I'll be in Michigan stickin a chicken in my Michelin
ready to pigeon pitch again from Switzerland to New York
I was whippin Bentleys before them pictures up in the Source
I'm a gorillas behind these bars, on some zoo shit
Shoot you while you're talkin on some news camera crew's shit
Sicker than flyin in past tense on some flu shit
Day-old asshole flow, I drop new shit!
Exclusive! You don't want it in fact
I'll have the doctors operatin on the front of your back
Tryin to keep your stomach intact
The spiritual you, leavin your body, he don't wanna go back
That's when the tunnel go black; I send your soul to the atmosphere
Fuck outta here, and your ringtone rap career!
It's Crooked I, the face of Eastside Long Beach
Put your ear to the street so you can hear my heartbeat

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Nickel! Yeah
I hope niggaz know I'll show up to your show
I'll show up where you go, show up to your do', fo's will explode
shells 'fore they hit the flo', I know niggaz know
I got a open window flow, I air shit OUT
In the D they used to call me Mayor Royce
Now they call me Clay Davis
Guess why? "Sheeeeeeeeeeee-it"
Cause when it come to them words you know I wear shit out
I write rhymes like, white lines on a nose tray
Ice cold Ice Cube flow like O'Shea
Ridin shotgun with Chris Martin my DJ
Not the white boy, but I'm down for the (Coldplay)
Forever stay violent, better stay silent
Hammers stay hummin like strummin the mandolin violin
Speakin of, I done played a tune of violence
More than my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic
I wrap niggaz up, clap niggaz up, scrap niggaz up
Either that or we gon' slap niggaz up
Dump dirt on you - right before I go
into my Maino mode if I smell the scent of Yung Berg on ya
'Til it ain't no mo', ain't no dough
Get into his ass cause I ain't opposed, I'm a livin anal probe
I'm a lame-ophobe, matter fact my nigga JumpOff
Can I keep goin? (Why the fuck not!)
When I was a teen, I used to pack a three-eighty
Now I'm spittin sittin between Shady and Jay (ohh!)
I pull the jeans down on my bitch and then wave
Cause the pussy Max B wavy when she ain't shave
I leave the booth smellin like somebody ain't sprayed
I would talk about Kimbo but I ain't crazy
I'm like Marty McFly goin back in time
and dissin his momma nigga you can't fade me

[Joe Budden]
They say he a bastard for real, then they see the ass on his girl
So they wonderin, why's he so mad at the world?
I take it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it
So even to the producer it's hard to I.D. it
Bars tremendous, it's in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your best Bush rendish
Endless, move more than two inches
My blood'll boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this or see me mañana
Or see the speed of a llama, underground primadonna
That ain't hard to find, pop a E in a Honda
with hands like E. Honda, he a monster!
I love war, it's like my pet peeve kinda
But for us to even BEEF you should be honored!
My DICK gettin hard, I see vagina, pause
Nah, rewind each line each time
Speak mine and meet 9, mano a mano
When it rains it pours, grab a teflon poncho
You now fuckin with Mouse, the head honcho
Nigga I could fix yo' house in my condo!
I walk around like ratchets been legalized
Just me and the desert eagle, and an eagle eye
Closed casket, now you havin a boxed wake
Zipper over your head, dudes callin you Crotchface!
So y'all could bump "Swag Like Us"
But the next time rap's discussed, add this as a plus
Don't nobody hit the pad like us
And would get up in that ass but the fag's might bust (bust)
And since poppin tags is a must (what?)
I hit the bank - all I do is withdraw
Chicks removin their drawers now, your crew is in awe
How you ball? Your jewels from a cubicle in the mall
You gon' need another processor, to process it
I'll set it, I said it!
So keep runnin around hot-headed, 'til you get hot leaded
'Til everything but your torso on you is prosthetic
Digest it, niggaz is pie-thetic
Rap what you can't afford, y'all must got credit
All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless and Joell
With Joe spell, NO L!

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Halfway House

[Hook: Bryan Adams - "Brothers Under The Sun" Sample]
I had a dream - of the wide open prairie
I had a dream - of the pale morning sky
And we were the same - just the same - you an' I.
We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one...
My brother under the sun.

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check
Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2.

Ol' head said reality is fake an' fake's the new real
Nuttin' but strive to me, but takin' a few pills.
Ain't try'nna be the dude that's raisin' the blue steal
Vic's help me escape, they give me a new feel.
Unedited, ay'day is a newsreel, some cake an' a few bills
Honestly, all it'll take is a few mill (for what?)
For me not ta' have ta' portray no true skill (but!)
But lemme' jus' watch what I say, the truth kills.
(So) Be careful what'chu wish for
If I totally ignore it, I might withdraw.
I used ta' be pissed-off, piss-poor
Money crisp-poor, (it was) like this short.
It was kinda' hard ta' get the whole puzzle workin' wit' half a jigsaw
I got mine, let me help you get yours wit'out gettin' ripped off.
I left a trail nigga, follow it
An' when it's gone, make a new one, don't remodel shit.
Oh!

[Hook: Bryan Adams - "Brothers Under The Sun" Sample]
We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one...
My brother under the sun.

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Make ya own mutha'fuckin' footsteps nigga, don't follow mine!
Huh!? I got great problems though, my problems are good!
L-Look, look, look...
New suit, dude nervous (what else?)
Ol' case, new judge, new verdict (what else?)
A new outcome like somebody reversed it
(I mean I'm) I feel like I'm a new man, a new purpose.
(Oh!) It's like a nigga ain't feelin' so worthless
Kneel down an' worship, all them years was worth it.
So when he opened his mouth, I was stunned
He said, "You can't deny man his son." Be clear.
So if he wanna be there, you let 'em be there
Be fair, I mean, I can see he wants ta' be near.
I can see that he cares
I'll lock your ass up you don't oblige, be-ware. (I mean it)
She stared, she scared.
My lil' dude always get the World from me
An' you want 'em ta' have the World, jus' not from me.
Back like I never left, was never forced away
Got nuttin' more ta' say. Oh!

[Hook: Bryan Adams - "Brothers Under The Sun" Sample]
We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one...
My brother under the sun.

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
When I see you I'm disgusted (nigga!)
Can't believe I was ever in love wit' (nigga!)
Must've been dusted, 'cause you look like shit
All these years, they ain't done you no justice. (Look at'chu!)
I mean you all fucked up, can't get cash
Still bitter over a badge you can't get passed. (Huh?!)
Jus' sad, get mad 'cause my bitch bad
Everyday she switch heels, switch bags. (Whoa!)
It's like we livin' on a dock nigga, big pad
You can't afford a deposit on my closet. (Not even)
Since you, all I ever known was fly shit
Unfortunately, you ain't fittin' that logic.
'Cause you're much less
Sometimes you gotta' stand by your failures to recognize your success.
Still, I'll be the bigger man an' wish her all the best
While knowin' she'll never get it
So why would she ever quit it, it's ridiculous.

[Hook: Bryan Adams - "Brothers Under The Sun" Sample]
We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one...
My brother under the sun.

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Padded Room

I'd like to welcome everybody, to the Padded Room

[Joe Budden]
Uh, pump it up, you came to get it crunk
A dame to get her drunk, you came to get it on
That's when it all got started (I mean)
Back then I wasn't so cold-hearted (c'mon)
With every stanza came an extravaganza
For every question he got one less answer
I was tryin to be more than cool
Now it was before that, maybe boardin school
That was back when I would wanna danger myself
Maybe it was just to entertain myself
I don't need help, I could change myself
Fuck y'all, I ain't gotta explain myself
Just around the corner, I can hear footsteps
Then we can get on the only nigga in the hood left
So child that ain't listenin ain't mine
For 28 years been a prisoner of the mind am I

[Chorus: Joe Budden]
Now I lay me down to sleep
(And I) I pray the Lord my soul to keep
(If I) If I should die before I wake
(Then what?) I pray the Lord my soul to take
(I mean) Now I lay me down to sleep
(And I) I pray the Lord my soul to keep
(If I) If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

[Joe Budden]
Look, welcome everybody into greater of self but claim center
Even when he can win that nigga won't surrender
Bull's fault, put the wheels in motion
I felt every emotion except devotion
Message in a bottle in the bottom of the ocean
But I can't swim, damnit I can't win, uh
So I don't care how you rate me
It'll take a long time to evaluate me
So if, this be the last time you hear me (nigga)
Just know I got a loved one near me (nigga)
Please don't cry, let her eye get teary
A nigga good, finally I'm somewhere care-free
Past is frightenin but the future's scary
And I'm, gettin to the point that I fear me
In a class all alone, don't compare me
But I, blame God, this is where He steered me
I mean

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
Look, they tell me the eyes is the windows to a man's SOUL
What you happen to see a nigga can't con-TROL
... And I've turned a deaf ear
to any nigga, anybody that'll get my head clear
Why shake the dice if you never gon' roll 'em?
I told 'em that the straight jacket can't hold him
I ain't psycho, don't belittle me now
It's just a title cause they couldn't figure me out
If you give a damn when shit hits the fan
Please know anything I ever did a nigga planned
Tryin to better, high as ever
As I learn how to lie to a lie detector
Still I'm damaged
Say if you stay in that boat long enough you see where the land is
So I'm right where I need to be
Please believe it, believe it please
Let's get on our knees

[Chorus]

[Outro: Joe Budden]
One mo' 'gin, c'mon...
Follow me, let's go
OHHHH!
One mo' 'gin, OHHHH!
Mic check one-two one-two
Can anybody hear me?
Soul to keep, if I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to - uh
Follow me c'mon, uhh, yeah

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Halfway House

[Hook: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
(Going... going... gone)
Look, look, look...
See, I don't trus' no one (talk to 'em)
So stubborn -
I could dream a thousand paths, wake-up an' walk a ol' one.
(Why?) An' I follow wherever it take me
Insteada' wherever the crew go like Traylee.
They see distinguished
I see a nigga erasin' that fine line between crazy an' genius.
Got the jewels out, see 'em on my Colorado shit (but...)
I'd rather put the suit on an' not follow it. (Look)
Ay'thing is perception, (I mean...) ay'thing is deception (but...)
When niggas fuck wit' 'em 'cause I be the exception
(Look) I got a warm reception way before any song hit
I think too outside of the box ta' be cornered
(I'm) Too real ta' be fickle
Grounded, but too fly ta' meet a nigga in the middle
Too big ta' be belittled.
Wise way beyond my years, here's the motto of a manchild:
Why try ta' fit in when you a standout?

[Hook: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Uh, you in that mood yet?
Why not?
Look...
They said I had ta' make music that would have the kids feinin'
Screamin', make nuttin' wit' a meanin'
(But..) I ain't know the meanin'.
They told me go Hollywood
For a split-second thought I prolly' could
But pollee on, would I be understood?
Tol' me even if you not able ta' cop cable
Ay'time you hit the club you better have a table.
Tol' me they would take me out my worse
Tol' me "image is everything"
(So I...) Tol' 'em I'd obey my thirst (whoa!)
Tol' me do what'chu gotta or what'chu on
Hit the scene, make it rain -
I told 'em I'm already in the storm.
Ay'thing's in an uproar (whoa)
They tol' me front, I said what for? (I mean whoa)
Said it again, I said, fuck y'all!
I won't succumb to all the stereotypes
Won't sacrifice me for what the stereo hypes.
They tol' me get in where you fit in -
This is what's in demand now
(So I...) Tol 'em why try ta' fit in when you a stand out?

[Hook: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Naw'mean?
Yo...
I understand some's off 'bout me, but nuttin's forced 'bout me
I never gave a fuck of what a nigga thought 'bout me.
(Oh!) I look down upon what some see as a must
Maybe I'm regular an' the World needs to adjust.
I mean I'm everyday people, hood, but still formal
I'm normally abnormal, takin' life as a lesson.
I'll leave the past in the past, Tomorrow's not promised
An' Today's just a gift, I guess that's why it's the present.
Did I outgrow me or shit jus' didn't stick
The baggier my jeans, the more shit didn't fit.
(But I!) Didn't quit, inspired by hate, even wit' homeless
When you a star you already down wit' The Joneses.
My thoughts outloud - (I mean...)
Sometimes if the leader walks slow enough, he fuck aroun' gets lost in the crowd
But he ain't gotta speed-up, ay'thing'll plan out (why?)
'Cause they'll spot'chu from far when you a standout.

[Hook x2: Shinedown Sample]
I feel like there is no need for conversation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
I would rather reveal myself than my situation
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Halfway House

[Joe Budden]
Joey, uhh...
Uh, one question

Now who rep Jersey like me?
Baby few dudes ain't worthy like me
You know I keep somethin pretty by me
Good pair of frames, Polo white tee
Y'all see somethin with a body have her my queen
Extra small waist, top lookin like D's
Y'all don't cuff 'em or make 'em wifey
Cause you ain't Coco and I ain't Ice T
So it's unlikely, I trick on her tryin to ball
Tattoo on her back said China Doll
Joey! Talk to 'em like Imus y'all
And give head to a brother, need a Tylenol
And let's keep what we do on the low
No entourage, just a one-man show
Let's break out from the club around 4
But it's just one thing that a nigga must know
Can we

[Chorus]
Touch, go, touch and go
Touch, go, touch and go
Touch and go, touch, go
Touch, go, touch and go - HERE WE GO!
(She said she had a man but so)
(There's just one thing that I really must know - can we)
Touch and go, touch, go
Touch, go (can we) touch and go - HERE WE GO!

[Joe Budden]
I mean I've been seen the broad, you just met her
I'm in the 'tel with her, you just text her
You just chase her, you just sweat her
She played you out, you just let her
You just peck her, you protect her
I don't even understand them gestures
I undress her, throw her on the dresser (and)
Normally the room like like Esther
But if she act up, gotta check her
R.L. +Next+ her, that's just my regular
Et cetera, my service like Federer
The Rodger cat, now do you roger that?
Let's keep what we do on the low
No entourage, just a one-man show
Let's break out from the club around 4
But it's just one thing that a nigga must know
Can we

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
How you doin tonight?
Matter fact, what you doin tonight?
If the answer's nothin
I'm hopin us two could get into somethin
So let me know what you doin tonight
Or, maybe I'm what you doin tonight
Call me up naked when she home alone
And make the tone long, now that's the phone bone
Look - I ain't gotta compliment you
Uhh, me bein me compliments you
So on the balcony or in the tub
On the plane join the Mile High Club
From the club to the bathroom stall
Whenever we'll hook up she ain't wearin no drawers
Ooh baby I likes it raw
But keep that behind closed doors, my door

[Chorus - 2X]

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Halfway House

[Intro: Joe Budden]
I hear what nigga's sayin'.
Nigga's gonna' talk to me like...
Like when I come on the plane an' shit, Louie's on.
When I sit out in front of the muh'fuckin' plane wit' the daily news wit' my legs crossed an' shit.
Wanna' act like I ain't earn my seat, when I'm watchin' muh'fuckas walk to the back an' shit, when it's Coach.
You Pat Riley in that shit, nigga.

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Look here,
Look, look...
I get a ghetto gospel
Only right considerin' the ghetto was my hostile.
Memory is gone, but I'm recallin' all through highschool
Even at my lowest, I was sittin' on my high stool;
That's what bein' high do.
If I couldn't do shit, was always able ta' toke
They tol' me that a nigga die 'fore I was able ta' vote.
'Prolly 'cause me an' my constituents
An' all the shit we did
The MRI couldn't tell you what the issue is.
Wit' my treason came a cause that I believed in
Is it really wrong if a nigga got a reason?
At times I had ta' take doe
Nigga did whatever for a peso
Bein' from the hood'll be my scapegoat.
A "can it be", 'cause I wasn't born into a canopy
Maybe I was prone ta' fallin' in love wit' vanity.
Tell me shit'chu reap is the shit'chu sow
Tell God I'm better than the shit I show
I gotta grow, c'mon.

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Whoa...
Now look...
Now niggas say I floss too much
So... has he changed?
'Cause I don't think that thousand-dollar T cost too much.
All they should say is that he strong
Came out the fire unscathed, ye', I carried on
Lu Vuitton carry on.
?? wit' my blessing's at a delay
Now ta' lace my chick in ?? is sorta' cliché.
Plane ain't gonn' never land, less it's in the Netherlands
Twenty on that goldface, Breitling wit' the leather band.
Ask for a better hand
I tried collidin' wit my problems, ye', I never ran
That'll make me less a man.
I ain't go from not havin' it ta' bein' arrogant
I dreamt, went grabbin' it, jus' bein' passionate.
Some niggas get complaints an' why...
Dude's is newborn birds, jus' afraid ta' fly.
If you're foot's on the breaks, can't ride.
Me, I spread my wings, inhale an' embrace that high!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Give it away, give it away, give it away now [x3]
Look, look, look...
Part of me was gruesome
I ain't changed, I grew some
An' if I did change, I welcomed that shit to come.
Dudes that smoked trees wit' me
Dudes that used ta' be wit' me
They say I switched up on 'em an' did a three-sixty.
'Cause I don't burn it down
But to me it's commonsense -
You wann' see the otherside, gott' turn aroun'.
Show 'em your game face -
I tell 'em we was on the same track, but wasn't runnin' that same race (nigga).
Weighin' in the same space, but I ain't gonn' change pace
Some' won't let me slowdown, I can't explain fate.
So don't say I won't from broke ta' booshie
I'm far from far-end I jus' know what suits me, muh'fucka.

[Hook]

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Halfway House
(feat. Emanny)

[Hook: Emanny]
She said she wanna go somewhere (and get familiar)
Joe no good (but I want'cha)
I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
I said I want a one night (oh!), a one night (oh!), a one night fuck.
See I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Look, look, look...
Ay' place I go I got ho's there.
How you gonn' go there -
Model face hopped on the scene stupid
Made for TV, should come wit' theme music.
She play the club on a regular basis (I mean...)
Had some work done in a few different places.
I knew it when I seen how small her waist is
Tasteless, but no matter what'chall taste is
Y'all would wanna taste it
Macy's make-up, shorty work the dayshift
Play like she evasive.
You know 'er type, always front like you can't get it
Even though I heard the stories how my man hit it.
My man did it in front of the cam wit' it
He said he jizzed on 'er, sent 'er 'bout 'er damn business.
I see 'er out an' I don't even say hi
You Barkley an' Wade 'er; put 'er in your fav. five.
But I'll be a liar ta' say that she ain't fine
So I answer when she call an' hit me wit' that same line.
C'mon.

[Hook: Emanny]
She said she wanna go somewhere (and get familiar)
Joe no good (but I want'cha)
I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
I said I want a one night (oh!), a one night (oh!), a one night fuck.
See I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Yo,
She keep the shades on, lookin' like she high or somethin'
Love the strip clubs, I think that she bi or somethin'.
Brandnamed out, closet full of lavish furs
'Cause dude's trick on 'er, she act like the cash is hers.
Not at all player, I'll still jump, not foreplay 'er (dawg...)
She'll fuck you if you could jump, you know, ballplayer.
Share taker lookin' for a caretaker (ta' what?)
Ta' lace 'er once a week, take care of that hair an' make-up.
Somethin' like a cash cow, drink 'till she pass out
I think I seen 'er online wit' 'er ass out.
Freak shit, but look better than broads
Give head better than broads
Pussy get wetter than broads.
So naw, can't come at baby on some cheap shit
Now ay'body beat it, she come off conceited.
Peep it, if she gonn' be the one you leave wit'...
Do it on the low an' keep that chy'alls lil' secret.

[Hook: Emanny]
She said she wanna go somewhere (and get familiar)
Joe no good (but I want'cha)
I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
I said I want a one night (oh!), a one night (oh!), a one night fuck.
See I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Naw'mean?
That be his favorite girl.
Look...
I mean, B Cup, C Cup, D Cup, curves
Groupie, chickenhead, jumpoff, birds.
Ay'body onta' me, so I already know when she come onta' me
She gonn' say she don't do this normally.
You got 'er at the Steakhouse doin' it formally (me?!)
I('ll) give her takeout, she'll take the place of a porn for me.
I see Diddy ho, try'nna be in videos
Real popular, she the one the whole city knows.
Say it to 'er face, she gets defensive, lawyer
Sendin' naked pics, exhibitionist, voyeur.
Know the routine, so she leave when we finished
Then I lie everytime like, "I'mma call you in a minute", fa'real.

[Bridge To Hook: Emanny]
It's obvious that the girl is poison
She already ran through all my boys an'...
I know that it would be best jus' ta' stay away
But she's tellin' me...
She said she wanna go somewhere (and get familiar)
Joe no good (but I want'cha)
I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.
I said I want a one night (oh!), a one night (oh!), a one night fuck.
See I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit.

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Padded Room
(feat. The Game, Dominic)

[Intro - The Game - talking]
Everything got a future (everything got a future ...)
How you go club or go hood, but go back club on the same song? (club on the same song)

[Chorus - Dominic]
Guess I am a bad guy, I can see you like it
You can be the headline, if I can be your sidekick
Baby this can be the future ('ture, 'ture, 'ture)
Baby this can be the future ('ture, 'ture)

[Joe Budden - talking behind the Chorus]
Hey!
Hey!
Amalgam Digital baby!
Goin, goin, gone (let's go)

[The Game - talking behind the Chorus]
Jump Off
Free World

[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Baby girl is addicted (it's okay!), OD
You can have any dude in this world but chose me (oh ...)
You can have any chick in this world but chose her
To play the backseat and direct the chauffeur (uh)
And that ain't just Jazz, ain't down with Okur (I could)
I play publicist and give her exposure
(I mean a) keep you in the latest
(I mean a) damn near waistless
Body like a porn star (whoa, whoa), smile like a waitress (oh!)
Now she turnin me, uh, uh, on, uh, uh, on, uh, uh, on
I mean, why get Club Bed or Club Med? See (when)
We can just club in the bed of my mansion (cheah)
Leave for the weekend, jet to the Hamptons (hey)
Tats on her torso, (I mean), I love how she handle it (oh)
A shoe game, show off, just frontin (what?)
But baby don't blink or you bound to miss somethin, come on

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden - talking behind the Chorus]
Hey!
Hey!

[The Game - talking behind the Chorus]
Jump Off, I got it from here
Double Up! Yeah

[Verse 2 - The Game]
She want to roll with a rock star, fuck I'm him
Coupe, white air, seven five, eight cent
California slim
501 blue, jeans on trim, New York match the brim
Lower than Manhattan (uh), lower than my pants saggin (uh)
Lower than my baby momma leanin in that Benz wagon (yeah)
And you can be heard, Toy Bird slip ons
LV clip ons, haters get shit on!
We roll up, 24's, so what?
Haters all swoll up
Haters want my chain (ka ka), hold up
I'm not that nigga, I'm that nigga, so Jump Off or jump off (uhh)
Once enemies, my nemesis and I
Was stuck in the Genesis, Free World is our reply
Let bygones be bygones, I'm gone
Let all your pain be champagne and Patron

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden - talking behind the Chorus]
Hey!
Baby this could be the
Hey!
Ta ha
Baby this could be the

Come a, come a, come on
Come a, come a, come a, come a, come on (talk to 'em)

[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Look she stay back, my baby grownin old
Little bit of cologne, little bit of Patron
Is how I got her home
(I mean a) now you say we spent mad hours on the phone, like we both ain't grown (yeah)
Wrist kind of heavy, I'm a little well known
Matching crosses, different color stones
(what?)
See, in one line I got her to come over
Tell her I'm dumb sober, but hung over
She play the club, sippin on Mimosa (hey)
I can fit your whole crew in one Rover
Just kick your shoes off 'fore you step in
(I mean) the cribs mine and I'm livin like the Jetson
Well let's head OT, cop a one way
Step off the runway like we on the runway
Have your girlfriends thinkin you a runaway
Never mind, I already know what you gon' say (uh)

[Chorus - 2X]

[Joe Budden - talking behind the Chorus]
Cheah
Hey
Cheah
Ta ha
Baby this could be the
Come a, come a, come on, come a
Talk to 'em
Yeah (hey)
I mean, I'm thinkin this can be the
I'm thinkin, I'm thinkin this can be the

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Padded Room

If I gotta go
Can anybody tell me where
And if I gotta go
Does anybody even care

Lo look look
We gon party like its one nine nine nine
Somethin triggers makin my mind design crime
When at times my minds fine inclinded to find dimes
Resigned from primetime
I need my stars to align when signs say they benigne
Tell whoever cares if a stray happens to hit me
I need to take all the money I made with me
If im heaven bound I'll put a hole in every turncoat
If hell bound im poppin shit thru the inferno
My jargon is im an arsonist
Since 11 when I found out what arson is
Look at me fully styled in that foreign whip
I get a high from it love that johnny carson shit
I got facsination for the aggrvation
Shoot em or ?? I love the fabrication
Waitin on a antedote but I lack the patience
On the second thought got my own vaccination

If I gotta go
Can anybody tell me where
And if I gotta go
Does anybody even care

Problem is im smarter than everybody
But too numb to show it they too dumb to know it
Eventually my a's turned into d's
Eventually my o's made it's way to e
Im tense im not at ease
Theres niggaz with degrees
That aint never made it hot nor turned up the degrees
Theres niggaz with credentials accolates paperwork
But couldnt figure out how to make they paper work
Me I fight to stay alive everyday is work
Especially when they say theres six million ways to murk
I wish the world was more like me
More likely to see thru the eyes that I see
Or be tired like I be
Lets hide our id's
Theres holes in my arms
Untied this iv
At times wish the world would comprehend like I do
Know it sound like I dont wanna mend but I'd like to

If I gotta go
Can anybody tell me where
And if I gotta go
Does anybody even care

I wonder whats behind the clouds
Flew all over the world still I couldnt find out
Maybe im normal and everybody else isnt
Apron on over the stove in hells kitchen
Nails bitten failed livin
Another derailed mission for a nigga jail smitten
Enough to get the pound
If I dont like the shit around me
Maybe I should change the shit that im around
How that sound

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Padded Room

[Verse 1]
Top down with the fresh cut
With A. Baker (Anita Baker) through the speakers, 'Best Of'
A crisp white tee, I'm still feelin' dressed up
Everythin' else healthy, don't get me messed up
A good pair of shades on, you gon always see me in disguise
Not for style, I don't want you to seein' my eyes
But for now, tell God hurry my plans
Cause I just had to bury my man
Us two was on some brother shit
But if I learned anythin', if you take life for granted it'll grant you some other shit
I know I can't be the only one troubled with
I talk 'bout hard shit like I discovered it
Thought I had enough of it, still won't cut a wrist
I just wrote the book, he published it
Simply read holdin' back the years
Cause when I strayed, it looked like he holdin' back some tears, he sayin'

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Sometimes I feel like it's a ghost behind me
Nudge in my back, got the toast behind me
Clockin' my every move, takin' notes behind me
Crowd laughin', there must be a 'Roast' behind me
But the boy won't bend
Though the road to the riches is startin' to look like it don't end
I'm on 9-5 speedin', truly love it
No idea where I'm goin', that's the beauty of it
But still I'm here waitin' on a sign
Or a F.Y.I. to be notified, cause (WHY)
Do it matter what he got it store for niggas if they too broke to buy
I know I want heart, my back carryin' some tons ya'll
From the devil's bedroom on to his front yard
Pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeur
Let em know before I hop out with him on my shoulder, I said

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Wouldn't be smart to tangle wit ya guardian angel
Not when they got a strangle from every angle, head to ankles
Get mangled, so I don't got shit
My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott shit
Tryin' to be fly every second that the clock tick
But there's a suicide bomber in the cockpit
See my intent is to be content
But that's contingent off fly hoe's usin' ??
Since mama concieved me
Me and dude been stuck in a melee
He's tellin' me I gotta ball like Beasely
But I could give a fuck how a nigga percieves me
So until God retrieves me
I'm followin' behind the nigga that misleads me
If need be, bounce from where he tryin' to keep me
But everytime I try he tells me that he needs me

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Padded Room

[Intro: Joe Budden]
Whoo! (Uhh, welcome) Ohhh!
I'd like to welcome e'rybody, welcome e'rybody (yo y-yo yo yo)
To the muh'fuckin Padded Room (yo, y-yo, yo)

[Joe Budden]
How many niggaz fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young nigga, it's a heaven for a G
I'd be a liar if I told you that I never thought of death
My nigga, we the last ones left (l-look) l-look (l-look)
I said - how many niggaz fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young nigga, it's a heaven for
I'd be a liar if I told you that I never thought of death (l-look look)
My nigga, we the last ones left; but life goes on

And I ain't gon' stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall!

L-look, look, look, look
Maybe it started with the rims on the whip
Uh, I lost the Hummer, push the Benz through the strip
But I'll swim with the fish before I lend niggaz shit
Cause personally, they ain't worth the phlegm that I spit
That's why, sometimes I think the end's comin quick
My old ass father shot twins out his dick
So, if they so happen to come out without a older brother
Won't be alone cause comin up at least they'll have each other
At least they'll one another cause life's a muh'fucker
But while I'm here my only job is not to see 'em suffer
Through dope boys, shootouts, stick-ups and undercovers
The world is full of suckers but don't worry, I'm your buffer
Buffer, like I shoulda been for BJ
Well he never listened to nothin we say
(It was) half past 12, midnight on a weekday
Not even 20 hours past his release date, we stay
This nigga hit him up four times, one kick the heart
And that kicked my heart
Call his pops, niggaz pick the phone up
So he can come find his son lyin in his own (blood) blood
On the block that we ran through
House we grew up in, corner we would post on
Shot dead in front of niggaz we would be with
But how the fuck nobody see shit? (nigga)
It's on there to be a brother to his brother lucky
Cause in the belly of the beast I know this shit get ugly
Get on my knees and have a convo with the Lord above me
Maybe sometimes I hear him wrong, I think he sayin "Fuck me"
Only he could judge me, care less what they thinkin of me
Cause honestly I'd be aight if no one ever love me (love me)
I write "I only fear Joe" in blood
Smeared slow on my brain by my earlobe (earlobe)

And I ain't gon' stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall!

Y-yo, yo, yo
All I tried do is raise the bar
See my, weeks is scabbed up, days are scarred
Still I love to see a muh'fucker hate from far
More they talk 'bout me the more I pray for y'all
I mean, I don't get how Prodigy gon' acknowledge me
When the nigga 'bout as big as an apostrophe (ohh!)
For him to possibly think that he is hot as me
is far from a prophecy, it's more like a mockery
Used to be hip-hop to me, 'fore you bombarded me
with everything ass like side of me has gotta be drugs
Four-fifths and snubs, what's that about?
Nigga you can't lift the guns that you rappin 'bout
But real talk, I can't front on your old shit
Now you just old as shit! Not old and sick
'Stead of holdin my dick, here's a better way (dawg)
Never mind me, worry about your Medicaid
... Shit's so unfair
Nigga beats carried your ass most of your career
Wanna blog, here's a reason - I FUCKS "Murda Music"
Anybody ever dissed this nigga is still breathin
Jay-Z, Saigon, Nas already peeled him
2Pac, he ain't alive but you ain't kill him
50 signs the bum only cause where he was from
Put his stamp on a nigga and still nobody feels him
Not a murderer, a gangsta, robber
Washed up 90's nigga, now a gangsta blogger
Me that, underground flow strike like the pound blow
Your sound's old, not even worth a download
I would have niggaz hunt you like a hound's nose
Problem is you pussy, the whole town knows
So why let the body count grow
for some fiend-out nigga now starrin in a clown show (clown show)

And I ain't gon' stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall!

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Padded Room

[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Baby girl told me in my sleep I was talkin
So it's only natural I asked her what I said? (said)
She said she woke up when she heard
But she was so damn tired she couldn't make out a word" (out a word)
She said she was tryin to see if eventually I would scream the name of a bird (bird)
I told her that's absurd ('surd), and then gave her the face like "word?" (word)
And then she replied yeah, said it was quite weird, said she was type scared
I said "that's a side effect that you get
when you trade bad dreams for some great nightmares" ('mares)
When I close my eyes (eyes), I escaped the Poltergeist
my escape from reality, just what I needed
Brings me to a place where shorty never cheated (hey!)
And even if she tried and succeeded
In this other world I wouldn't even get heated
Fuck (fuck) the details, I don't care about why
I'm chillin with my grandmother, she ain't die (she ain't die)
I was browsing online and seen Mike on a banner
That said "you can be like me and beat cancer"
Anything I touched, I'd feel (feel)
No inspection but it seemed so real (real)
Was leavin out the casino with a nympho
Yes, Ray it can be so simple (oh)
Here's how I arrive a problem with my kin folk
Learn how to build me a house with no win-dows
And that's when I think I saw a ribbon in the sky but it wasn't from an in-tro
'Cause where I'm at is no rumors or gossip but still got love for Ms. In-fo
She said in my sleep I'd be laughin, but shit be funny to me (oh)
Look, my ice cream was two hundred degrees
if it dripped, I'd get a hole in my dungarees
See, my anonymity is my protection (what else?)
and me and hip-hop have no connection (what else?)
Which got me to reflectin, is that why the mirror won't show my reflection?
When I close my eyes, there's no dollars
so we can scratch that one as an excuse (or)
Or why folks do the things they do (or)
or why people act so brand new (let's go)
I had wings on flyin out a prison with a ratchet
was only there 'cause someone snitched
Look (look here), no one's poor but no one's rich
just my way of creepin if life's a bitch
Took a walk on the ceiling just to get my mind right
That was yesterday (so), so in hindsight
Since I was able to haul off
I took it as God tellin me I'll never fall off (off)
Got rid of name brands in the jewelry (why?)
most people just use it as medicine
Like it take 'em somewhere they ain't never been (but)
but here you better off not better than (oh!)
Stuck in the room with a elephant
Opened the closet and dapped up my skeleton
Had a convo with a man with no ears
And all of a sudden everything became so clear (clear)
Have no fear, I just bought a first class trip to nowhere - everybody goes there
But they don't stay the whole year, me? I got three hundred and sixty-five shows there
My girl said in my sleep, I'd be walkin (walkin), so I ask baby, where I go?
Uh, she said I be walkin slow
but she don't ever want to get out of bed, so she don't know
I went to see a man walkin on water (and)
Asked if he'd ever get things back in order (and)
I've been there two years, over a quarter
But everytime I open my eyes, it's like torture (torture)
He said "please, I gave you a whole 'nother world for you to go do with as you please
Just so you appeased, mixed with a couple of signs about real life while you make believe"
So I (so I), teleported out of there with a grin
Met a bum with a mansion, invited me in
Then (then), we politiced, about politics
Said somethin about Def Jam, I ain't acknowledge it
I went to see a virgin with AIDS, yeah I thought about smashin that (why?)
yeah her ass was fat
So appealin, tattoo on her inner thigh said
"she doin better than she was feelin" (feelin)
I think I seen shorty before (like), maybe in a club or somethin
Or, maybe in VIP, but wasn't nobody there but me
And the club was all red (red)
Then she started playin with my head (my head)
And then I came
Then I asked shorty, "what's her name?"
And it was weird 'cause she fucked around, disappeared (uh, 'peared)
like what a cruel joke (look)
Cig lit but from it was no smoke
Flicked in the ash tray and seen Stack's face
Flash through a school hallway on a half day
Was gettin chased, couldn't tell by who (or)
Then a hallway turned into a cliff (what else?)
Screamin piff before I was dead
Some coward chopped my ass up out that bed
Then baby girl told me in my sleep, I was screamin (screamin)
so I said that's a lie (that's a lie)
She put her right hand in the sky and said "you was, but I don't know
why, got to go, goodbye" (goodbye, goodbye ...)

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Padded Room

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Padded Room

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

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

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

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

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Padded Room
(feat. Drew Hudson)

[Joe Budden]

GIVE IT AWAY NOW!

L-look look look look look
I can't call it,
I always seem to take one step backward and five steps forward,
Nothing to gain, its like everything mortgaged,
Ya'll can love me or ya'll won't, go ahead talk shit,
Cautious, report shit, live out of hell,
Since all my dudes either alive or outta jail,
Won't fold, won't curl, no wonder all this weights on my shoulders,
I'm sitting on the bottom of the world,
They say, tears are words that your mouth can't speak,
Rubber on every arm could fire but cant reach,
I say, streets learn you what the schools can't teach,
My job is to get a gospel that the church won't preach,
Something like a rock star, keep the live band,
Just sub my true religions for they're skin tight pants,
Ass on my wife, no nice implants,
I mean no accessories, the crime's been an accessory,
It's a thinking man's world, shit is chess to me,
So let the king move mean time, let it be

[Chorus]

(According to Phenom its Drew Hudson, blame him if wrong)

It's the Junk Yard Gang, Drew Hudson repping Jersey,
Revers the psyche on life and do the mic dirty,
Tired, hungry and thirsty, motherfuck fame,
Matter of fact, when this verse ends forget my name,
It's the message, not the man,
The vision, not the plan,
No glits, no glam, just pure connection with the fans,
Half your downloads get deleted with the spam,
These dudes keep it so real they come across fake,
Straight boring, ignore these wack bastards,
Approaching to forwards(?) as frauds(?) is ass backwards,
I just vividly spit it to pick it differently,
Rip all the vodka, swig it then pissing on negativity,
The pen is mightier than the trigger,
Strike em when I spit,
Real catchy huh?, I don't even like that shit,
What I like, a rock flow that's lava, melotic
With a high dose of more(?) fire(?),
The fire and the rain, the fire in my veins is hot,
Can't be stopped with fire brigades,
UUUHHHH!
No image, im livin every synonym twisted in this syllable spliff six a them hits I'll leave you lifted
All heart and gut,
Feeling the hunts adrenaline rush, come on,
The shits heating up,

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
L-Look look
I wear a K as a weapon,
Eye in through scope 'case my foes at the top of my stair way to heaven,
And I, pop a big step, dressed in my fly shit,
Ipod, headphones on bumping my shit,
I never cared, I was careless,
Fear being afraid, OR maybe im afraid to be fearless,
OR fear being fearless but fearful,
So even in my carelessness, got to be careful,
I'm like, who's that looking threw my peephole?,
When did my alter-ego get a ego?,
He wants the rims chrome,
Me im trying to push the pedal till my foot's on the ground like a flintstone,
Bluetooth, my girl on the horn bickering,
But even though when she scream, I hear it like whispering,
I been around noise all my life,
I've been poised baby all my life,
Just let me live my life,
Live yours, make your own highlight,
Then, meet me at the top like a butterfly knife,
Then, learn how to see without eyesight,
If, at first you don't succeed then try twice,
See I don't write it I will it, reel it, real shit,
Paint a masterpeice then unveil it.
Come I'm 'bout to reveal it,
Destroy it, rebuild it,
Conceal it, before another nigga steals it,
Milk shit, not a pessimist, im a realist,
When you think you on, I go and hit the killswitch,
Drummer rockin, he's ill bitch,
If they sleep dont wake em just drill shit(?)
See I'm something they got to deal with,

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Padded Room
(feat. Emanny)

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

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

Hey, Cause every days a holiday

Hey, Cause every days a holiday

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Padded Room

Tell my mother I'm sorry I never meant to hurt her
And even when I did I never meant to take it further
Tell my father I love him Dot dot etcetera
He use to give me advice like a plethora
I tried to find myself but I'se your replica
I mean I only tried to be what you never was
Tell my older brother I'm bad at being a brother
I know I never told you just how highly I think of ya
Tell my grandmother man she's always been a friend of me
I would've visited more if I wasn't in to me
Tell tre I think his mother is an ass hole
When you get older you might understand how that goes
Tell the hood I left not for greed or wealth
I did it for my own sanity to keep my health
I tired to bring a few with me hoping we can cash in
But all they said is I ain't do it in a timely fashion
Tell music she saved me when shit was adverse
My first love I'd give my life so she could have hers
Tell my friends each one they taught me how to be one
I owe to them part of everything I've become
Tell fame I ain't want it naw keep it a hundred
I tried my best to go and get it but the nigga fronted (so)
I lie dormant Living threw torment
Tell cops I got warrants I don't warrant
Tell the therapist Look I never thought I'd get here
Somebody ask love why she ain't want to live here
So in this place there's a lota pride Anybody thinking they know me
I apologize
Grandpa is 80 plus Still being strong
Tell the fake niggas keep on keeping on
Faithfully tell everybody who hated me
Basically all it ever did was motivated me
They say I'm difficult so to put it simply
Tell the world I never cared it was against me
Tell god to be there in case I fall
Tell the fans I never jipped them I always gave them my all
Tell my girl She put me threw it
But if I had to go threw it with anybody
I'm thankful it's her
Tell every member of my family
For to long I hid behind my own insanity it got me caught up
And somebody tell currency I chased him to the death
I thought I'd catch the nigga till I ran outa breath
Tell my bruises I'm fine I'm good I normally heal quick
Tell the rain come down I need to feel it
I told the nigga give me a hand but he wouldn't
I kept telling myself I can't
Until I couldn't
If niggas want to kill me tell em I already died
Tell anybody that will listen i tried
Till the water ran dry tell the water get the fuck out my eyes
Tell the crust it taste great but I'd much rather the pie
Ask success what I have to do to succeed
Then tell my twin brothers I look at them like my seeds
Ya'll with be the mouths I feed
If a nigga ever tell me how to get rid myself of some of this greed
I tell em that I'm grown really I ain't finish growing
Look tell failure I ain't want to get to know em
Tell the stick up kids to come and get me
Tell the stereotypes I tried them shits on they didn't fit me
Tell who ever I wronged I apologize
They tell me though there bumps in the road
But still I gotta ride they tell me I got a lotta pride
I tell them how the fuck you gone tell me what I got inside
Then they wanna lecture a nigga tell me life is what you make it
That's when I tell them I beg to differ

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Padded Room

[Verse 1]
Let's look behind the Swarovski crystals
Behind the .50 calibers and the pistols
Misused, pardoned self got to excuse, my issues
For me to have you a ritual
But, I ain't as crazy as I seem to be
It's just that nothin' is the way that is seem's to me
Im feelin' less then, druggin' him up with anti-depressents
In essence im threatenin my character asessment
Truth told, I figure a few hoe's
Mixed with some new clothes should cover my loop holes
If I'm misundersttod or mis-guided
Started when they passed the L' said 'just try it'
When I don't wanna get out of bed I just fight it
Sometimes I don't eat for days I just diet
Only live once so if I just like it
I aint even checkin' the price, I just buy shit
I'm thinkin that will just hide it
But all it takes is life to ignite shit
I'm thinkin' bout death wonderin' how I'm gonna go
I can't be insane for just wantin' to know
In my head I die often, I used to think of suicide often
Good suit on and a nice coffin
But, that ain't somethin' I would try myself
Still they lock me in this room all by myself
I need a... think I need a.....

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
They say my symptoms are aggressive
They titled me a compulsive obsessive slash manic depressive
They trying to tell I'm a con and I game niggas
That's one reason I dont even entertain niggas
Not important who they are I won't name niggas
They like to say I got a tendency to blame niggas
I keep fuckin' shit up but keep tryin'
If ya'll would just trust me I wouldn't just keep lyin'
If I had bread I wouldn't be in debt
Let me clarify get in Def
I feel like every time I been less
When ever I invest whenever I inset I feel I'm innept
I try to make them understand but they just won't incept
I tell them four million others I am the templed
There ain't no book that tells a story there ain't no index
We got some different type of cuts and no they ain't princess
All this indigest seemingly in less
How I take in stress when I always went best
Aching in my chest and yet it still won't break me
They say the room is padded for my own safety
But the cushion don't soften shit
They locked the door but still they let my thoughts in it
And no one can tell me why I'm here
I can't even see the sky from here
I guess my time is near

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Artist : BUDDEN, JOE
Album : Padded Room

Look, I woke up without a heart beat
But I remember we was just in the car deep
Was at a light and got approached by a car thief
He pulled out but didn't ask for no car keys
A loud noise without a voice but I'm tryna scream out shit is not fair
I can't tell you where I'm at or how I got here
Surrounded by all white maybe its just cloudy
Escorted by two men who knew everything about me
Both of them so strong kept saying hold on
Feel like my souls gone naked no clothes on
I know this can't be my fate I scream WAIT!
as they drop me infront of a gate
They left no trace...
I can see my every breath like a cold day
Stood before a man with no face
he said to me...

Please don't make this any harder...

WHO THE FUCK IS YOU?

My child I'm your father...

I only got one dad!

Is that a fact to you? He left you when you was young I brought him back to you
Your real close to heaven, few get to step in
now tell me what you've done to deserve to be let in?

Look I'm far from a christian Not big on religion
But aint done too much wrong my entire time living
Never killed never tried too tho I been lied to
Was once suicidal never read the bible
I always been a care taker tried to nurse people
At times it back fired hurt people hurt people
Plus I never use your name in vain
But you should know everything I'm being asked to explain

I know you stole from your mothers purse

You can't count that, that was way back when!

Its still a sin

But I was ten!

You robbed people, stole

Yeah and YOU made me see jail!

but I also seen you lay your hands on a female
sold drugs to parents none of that was needed
abandenned your child, on every girl you cheated
Done wrong to people that only want the best for you
Any time you thought you were alone I was next to you

When it came to baby moms GOD you gave me the worse one!

but that was your second child Joe you shouldn't killed the first one

I aint have a job aint have a pot to piss in

Look I gave you a gift and you made the wrong decision
Held onto resentments even in doing business
I lead by example, I teach forgiveness your entry can not be Gur-an-teed
not when you live with anger, envy, greed
pride, sloth, lust even gluttony
everything you shouldn't if you woulda joined my company

Look I'm only human I aint perfect.

That I understand. When I take you out a jam
you don't even think to worship, and when you do...
you never talk about what you can do for me its what I can do for you?
I blessed you with health, family and wealth
with all the blessings you received you still always want help

Yeah theres been times in my life I needed help to make money
But why everything I love you manage to take from me?
Yet you stand there an question a nigga that tries hard
and finds a way when you keep dealing them FUCKED up cards!
You make mistakes like ME far as I can see
I think its a mockery whenever rich niggas win the lottery
Gave us Busch twice God I hate to be rude
But you let skinny niggas starve give obese niggas food
THE NERVE of you telling me I don't deserve to stay here
When you gave us drugs and GUNS you put AIDS here!
Take a look at you, your actions are cold hearted
The harsh shit is you bring babies in the world retarded
I know most my actions put me in a cell
But how you mad at me when you put me in the hell

See my child you need gratitude, maybe just a sample
I never give a person anything they cant handle
Don't tell me about everything you had to go through
there's reasons for my actions even if I never showed you
Kept trying with you all you did was hurt me
still gave you chances to prove that you was worthy
and so I sat with you on a train I asked you for change
you kept calling me names. Prolly didnt notice
I was the store clerk, you put the gun to me get money for more work
my child I know you have it in you to indeed stop
this is not your final calling just a brief stop
Hope you heed my words and understand
so when I see you back you should be a better man
look at life different the next time we see each other
there be no need for talk whenever we meet each other

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Artist : ESTELLE
Album : Shine

On and on and on and on [3x]
I want that old thing back.

I'm a bring it back blood
Come follow me
Listen likkle hip hop jazz and r&b
?Care make the struggle?, make them bwouys go mad
Act like ya heavy, mek a gyal go on bad,
Listen - I make, you take
What ever kinda harmonies, that Estelle make
The incredible, unforgettable
Yes, yes, that's what they say when they ?sticks to? my head
Whenever the see me, they wanna tap, tap
You can't touch the pum pum
Bwouy You mussa mad

Don't you know you look so good,
Your mind is not ready, Oh, no, no….

[Chorus]
They got so much things to say right now
They go so much things to say
And if a bwouy don't know what he's dealing with
You need to move that out the way
They got so much things to say right now
They go so much things to say
And if a gyal don't know what's she's working with
gotta move that out the way

Said If he ain't go no ambition
And he don't know how to listen
But he think he running game
Like a bloody politician
Push him out the way 3x
Get your ass out the way

Cause if you are a gyal
And she wanna play games
She don't wanna go to work
She too hot for the train
Dash her out the way 3x
Get your ass out the way

I can break it down
Like whatever you want
You want it like this
I'm a take you out to the sticks.
Miss Estelle
I bruk it down quick
Back to the hood, and papparazzi take a click
I'm covered, always prepared for the weather
Easy mek it rain, but I'm holding the umbrella
You can catch me in my heels and ting
You know them pounds make a guy wanna sing
This is London talk, you run New York?
This English chick?
I'll show you how to walk.
Listen
And I don't think there's nobody else (uh-uh, uh-uh)
That can do it quite like Estelle

[Chorus]

Out. The. Way.
Push him back
?If .. fool? a gyal dey you
Trying to date you and your girlfriends too
Chatting all the crap about he really love you

Listen

Out. The. Way.
Push him back
If you foolish trying to get your day
Knowing that you work damn hard all day
She got plenty of cash in L.A.

[Chorus]

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Artist : FIELD MOB
Album : Light Poles And Pine Trees
(feat. Ludacris)

[Hook: Chevy P aka Smoke]
You be smilin when I'm frownin
You be frownin when I'm smilin
You be happy when I'm sad
But when I'm glad you get mad
You be smilin when I'm frownin
You be frownin when I'm smilin
You be happy when I'm sad
But when I'm glad you get mad
Yeaaaahhhh

[Shawn Jay]
I was young 16 put the city on my back
Said I'll do it I did it Albany on the map
Been (stickin to the script) y'all really wanna (act)
Like I ain't the real reason y'all really wanna rap
They jealous they wanna step in my spot but you can (sneeze)
The rest of ya life and won't get the (blessings) I got
I sold (butter) made (bread) plus I (roll) wit (toast)
My brother call me (nearsighted) say my foes is (close)
No friends its just a waste of time I know ya bogus
(Crooked behind my back) ya like a (spine wit scoliosis)
I'm (focus) ed like the (Ford car) (private) like a (G4)
Try me get (shells) in ya (waves) like a (seashore)
See I don't be on what he on we grown he wrong
He gon keep on he gon be gone
(Two faced) like (geminis) I came up wit you man
I'll speak but I don't mess wit you man

[Hook]

[Chevy P aka Smoke]
Why is it when my frown is down side up ya smile is upside down
Is it because of my fly style is it my nice house
Is it cause I'm iced out and livin a life now that
I'm bout through strugglin everything is alright now
You see the Jag on them flats pass
Don't get mad get (glad) like the (trashbags) you just
Pray and pray on my downfall
When I'm up ya down me when I'm down ya clown me
Claimin to be my friend... but really softer than the spot
In my back to ease his knife in
He ain't got love for me I wrote a rhyme about it
That hole ya dug for me you tryna climb up out it
Ya bust ya head at the bottom now ya cryin about it
Well when around came right back around and got him
The more paper the more haters I need more cheese
Cause the haters I got they startin to bore me

[Hook]

[Ludacris]
From the tip of ya nose to the tip of ya toes
Y'all ain't nothin but some hatin (yeah yeah)
Smilin in my face everyday like "what up Luda"
I'm just waitin for the day to put a slug up to ya
Ol fake (fake) kissers walk past diss ya
Breathe you a wannabe me (me me me) why?
Cause I got new whips and wreck em or
Cause I got flows that make (blank) (bend it like Beckham)
Is it cause a lot of money stay close to me
Or is it cause you should have been where I'm supposed to be
Well everyday I stay fresh whole fam got cheese
So I could care less what you think about me
I thank my enemies and I truly adore em
Best way to get back at somebody is to ignore em
I'm the heavyweight champ we'll see who gon drop
Cause evrybody in the bottom know who on top
Luda

[Hook]

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Artist : FIELD MOB
Album : Light Poles And Pine Trees

Smell like new money... [laughs]

[Intro]
Cmon..
Shawn Jay's in the house tonight,
Shawn Jay's in the house tonight... Fleetwood!
Chevy P's in the house tonight,
Chevy P's in the house tonight... Dark Brooks!
The Field Mob's in the house tonight,
Field Mob's in the house tonight... This the F.B.I.
We got another one, act your age not your shoe size baby,
Pinky ring, no wedding band!

[Chorus]
Im not afraid to say I get around
Its just im much too young to settle down
I got places to go, and people to see, and things to do
I cant be tied down with you... Im sorry baby! (sorry baby)

[Verse 1]
She say that she love me, want me to be her husband
Wanna tie me down, tryna ?? and cuff me
But I cant let her, cause I got a jet to catch
But I told her id be back like ??

Wasnt too convincing, she scared to go with me
Say she be lonesome all alone cuz she miss me
Cries when im leavin, whining and weeping,
But I gotta go before my flight leaves me (leaves me)

Now I could pass you like Grey Poupon
Or you could wait on me shawty I wont take too long
Give a nigga some space, or baby move on
Cuz like a Chinese name im too young (ha ha)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Now soon as they see the Field Mob ??, chicks be tryna hizzang,
I aint Keith Murray but she so star struck,
(?Pretty?Eddie?) fix your ego
Spit on a bitch down sit on my dick
If a face ?? complain I stay gone
Every message sound sad like a ?? song

The wood good like the Bentley interior
Get your man he a couple inches inferior
She dick-??, violent too
Talk shit I let you go like a silent poo
Smelling me good, tryna have some f-u-n
If you aint bout that.. F you then! (move on!)

[Singing]
I'm too young for relationships, so many parties, so many chicks, I dont mean to be a playa, but I gotta do my thaaang

[Chorus repeats w/ ad libs]

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Artist : FIELD MOB
Album : Light Poles And Pine Trees

Yeh yeh you know it [3x]

[Singing] F.B.I.

Hey man F.B.I. [2x]

[Shawn Jay]
Say dem field mob cats relentless
Ashy to to classy's a classic
But they back wit vengence
The roota to the tooda
If you sleepin on us we gone wake 'em up BLAW
Cockadoodin like a rooster

[Hook:] it's over..it's all over [8x]

[Shawn Jay]
Is it cause we country
We easily under-appreciated
But when we rap, we snap and conquer wit lethal statements
And some of these heathens hatin
Or dumb for believin they can
Ever defeat us or make a come-up recievin bacon
I leave 'em shakin like the hands on muhammed ali
On the mic, I'm like the man muhammed ali
Box 'em in from the pressure, make it hard to breathe
Like dat gay guy wit tracks, I bob and weave
I aint arrogant, I aint conceaded
But field mob the shit the same name but now they seein
The hood gave us five mics but I aint achieve it
We too real, we flow from the gut, but I aint balemik
Indeed I'm an anemik, see so my eyein is needed
I's fire my heat quick
Field boys squeeze it
Like we makin OJ
You can bleed like ya dating O.J.
Shawn Jay and chevy p. we makin folk say

[Hook: (8x)]

[Smoke]
I remember being the invisible
Nem-com-booboo
No one listen to so pitiful
Miserable, feelin blue
Felt ridiculed, cause kids wit two
Parents wit loot little G-piphanew
Fishingshoes,lent and cruise
Would get in groups
And pick and threw
Wit shit to do
But pick at who... me!
Im dat stupid, skinny dark-skinned dude
Wit the missin tooth
Who wouldnt do shit to you
We just sit in two
The back of the class
Write raps in his pad
His pencil to to his tablet
Listenin to little music instrumental tracks
And they laughed, wit shit to lose
He practiced and practiced
Wit no clue dat it would happens this fast
Made his presence, he quickly grew
Rapidly fast, sold packs for the cash
H03$ passing they ass
Like they then see me, now I'm rich they do
Went from moving more 50's than shady and dre
To coming up like masturbation on planes
Gotta save for the rain
But takin shawn first, to a jill scott concert
So he can hear the fat lady sing, cause its....

[Hook: (8x)]

[Singing] F.B.I. [2x]

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Artist : JOE BUDDEN
Album : Halfway House

[Opening: Joe Budden]
Uh...
Can't even really be rap.
You can't even really act like you gotta' get it in wit'out a... uh.
(Wait a minute!) Cocksuckers (oh ye'), pause.
(Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2 [x4]) It's ya man, Joey!
Reportin' live from the slums (wait a minute!)
Reportin' live from the belly of the beast (wait a minute!)
Reportin' live from a hood near you (it's... it's...)
Or maybe not so near you.

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
L-Look, look...
First off, I'm not competin', I'm more like stampeding
I'm more like steamrollin' (or...)
More like puttin' my foot on the neck of the game until I see it chokin'
I hol' on for dear life, (I mean uh...) the flow is air tight an' the bars are bar none
Regarded as the one, fuck music, it's a art ta' son, let's rewind.
See, I was born in the projects, left for a new hood
Jetted ta' a new state, lookin' for a new pace.
Diamond in the rough, I stood out amongst the food cache
Swear a friend a mine headlined every news page (jhea').
Wit' dreams of bein' wealthy
You now checkin' out the new Jersey version of Peter Petrelli.
But wait! Wit' a lil' Travis Barker on the side
'Cause when it all falls down I normally survive.
I'm try'nna see a new tax bracket
So I'll never have ta' grab matics
I ain't concerned wit' no rap racket.
So y'all could take my name through the mud an' drag it
Spread it ta' the masses, (I'mma) I still play it passive.
I got no choice but' walk around wit' the lead on me
Life is way too short, too many dead homies.
(Or...) plus, wit' all the money I invest
Everyday a nigga die for less!
(So...) so, if a nigga wann' go ta' war, wave hi ta' Death
I mean He lives right next ta' me, so He ain't a threat ta' me

[Hook]
He's a beast, he's a monster, he is insane!
He's an animal, he cannot be tamed!
What rapper you know'll straight feast on a lame
An' rock on a track, beast on the game!

(Damn right I'm on my grind,
Look like some shit is on my mind. [x2])

Yeeeeeah!

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
L-Look, look...
I'm still livin' life in the fast lane (oh!)
Still plottin' on my big money scheme like he Wesley an' Woody thinkin' how ta' rob a cash train.
Shittin' on ho's that'll act fain
'Till the whole World know his last (wait a minute!)
Still spit like it ain't no ta'morra'
It ain't over y'all, underrated so I overcharge.
Ol' Dodge, radio off, fuck a station
Get ta' know me through the music not a publication (naw).
It's no justification, (but a...) mean enough wit' the waitin'
(I mean I...) I lost all my just an' my patience.
That came wit'out the crown or the chair or the robe
Nigga, I don't care what'chu sow (wait a minute!)
They let the beast outta' the cage, look at the hunger
Got'chur self inta' some shit, look at the plunger.
I'm talkin' 'cause I'm livin' it, entrepreneur Steve Rifkind shit
Though a few haters wann' Kinder it.
I'm comin' wit' some different shit
An' these offices all about my paper, that's that ?? shit.
Rapper on 'roids, sick wit' the thoughts (but...)
But managed ta' keep my name out the mention report.
See I'mma inspiration for a whole generation
Even when I'm gone, but my message is indication.
Then you too can attain the unattainable
(But...) fuck try'nna explain the unexplainable!

[Hook]
He's a beast, he's a monster, he is insane!
He's an animal, he cannot be tamed!
What rapper you know'll straight feast on a lame
An' rock on a track, beast on the game!

(Damn right I'm on my grind,
Look like some shit is on my mind. [x2])

Yeeeeeah!

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Artist : JOE BUDDEN
Album : Halfway House
(feat. Heartbreak)

[Heartbreak]
Be advised, this kid is on his grind
If greatness is what you seek I'm the nigga you will find (me!)
I'm lyrically inclined - rap's like tacklin fish
with no hook, you can't get 'em on the line
Given a little time, Jersey City will prevail
The writtens I'm spittin sound like I'm fishin for a whale (uh-huh)
Of course I'm sicker, my flow off the Richter
I'm forcin niggaz to get a bigger scale
I gotta excel, so I sell X
You're like Nextel, who you gon' tell next? (who?)
Can't grind off packs cause y'all watchin 'em
I ain't see a dime off rap cause y'all droppin 'em
I go hard on tracks, ain't get a buck from it
And as far as rats I hope the fucks plummet (fall)
I like to mix karate with gunplay
So all you dumb chumps get nunchucked to gun-butted
The opposite of what y'all embrace
The game wants lames that'll march in place
Uh, one of the last from the Garden State
that spit like he in a jungle goin hard with apes (nigga)

[Joe Budden]
L-look, look
Comin up, used to grab the pound for a dollar
Overseas, now prefer the pound over the dollar
Fuckin with that water you get drowned somethin proper
He act like an inmate but sound like a scholar
I mean - hoppin out, chain danglin, poker grill
Sober still, except for an occasional dose of pills
Show the steel, all of it 'til it's overkill
For Oprah bills I'll turn this bitch into Cloverfield! (nigga)
I understand why niggaz ain't tryin to bond with me (why?)
Fresh as a fuck, e'ry day is like the prom for me
Rappers ain't fond of me, FRRUCK them, my mom should be
The game's fixed anyway - and you could ask Tim Donaghy
I'm on some all kinda weed, sleep where the piranhas be
And honestly (f'real) I'm e'rything dudes be tryin to be
I get money and haul off (now)
While they at rock bottom, the poor guys can't even fall off (Joey!)
I'm all Spartan, avoid the four sparkin
Cause e'rything is funny 'til a nigga's George Carlin
Not greedy, I just want a portion of the fortune
If all rappers do is record, why would I call 'em?
Look, I ain't heard of that (nah)
And these haters (Killin' Me Softly)
but I don't mind takin on Roberta's Flack
I'm known to 1-8-7, murder tracks
Go and tell whoever wan' know the king of Jers' is back!

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