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Joe Budden - Family Reunion (Bonus Remix) |
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Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me |
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I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV |
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Black gon pay me still get the smack on Baisly |
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Cause I'm touchin more diesel than Shaq old lady boy |
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You did it I done it I get I punish |
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The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach |
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I'm the boss when I spit it you love matta fact I'm a Viking |
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I need a whole village to plumage yea |
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The nigga is here the city is scared |
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You got the throne then I think I need to sit in ya chair |
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We could really get physical here and the sky's the limit nigga |
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I'll put the whole clique in the air baby |
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So quit playin fore the clip spray em |
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And have his ass M.I.A. like Nick Saban |
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His whole shit caved in my whole clique cave men |
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Hardbody nigga my whole shit pavement |
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You can't spit if you dead in the ground |
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In the woods where ya head'll be found |
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And its good that you getting it now in the prescient confessin it now |
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I can't fuck wit the rest of you clowns faggot |
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I am the silence before the storm Lincoln Park to Audubon |
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Slang rock on the same block that the water on |
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I be more than gone run and get your order form |
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Next time I record a song gon put my daughter on |
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Cause she realla than most niggas I tote trigga |
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For you broke nigga and gold diggas wit no figga |
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That's why I palm the heater for all you non believers |
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I'm on ya ass like white on rice on Condoleezza |
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Betta con the preacher you tryna get on a feature |
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Betta get ya casket bastard I'm gon eat cha |
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We ain't in the same weight class ya fake ass |
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Couldn't stop a nigga wit brake pads I'm way pass |
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Anything that you ever did I'm betta kid |
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And we never sweat a bid it's easy to get a sig |
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In the bing I'm like Ving Rhames I bring pain |
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I sling cane off the wing like I'm King James |
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Yall doubtin who when I spit the whole lead |
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They be callin code read like Mountain Dew |
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Fore I count to 2 you can get cha back blown |
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Cause ya gimmicks out of minutes like a track phone |
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Get back holmes im back on my shit |
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I don't mangle I'm like Pringles stackin my chips |
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Clappin my fifth you the test me types |
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Comin out wit a blade and get Wesley Sniped |
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So the cops could arrest me right it's not happenin |
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You ain't never gon get on so stop rappin |
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H2O comin this summer so stop askin |
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All heat like wall street ya stock crashin |
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Now the fed wanna read his rights |
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Lord have mercy Jesus Christ I got passion |
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Im blackin all my niggas getting this fetti |
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We in the chevy and ready to pop tags in |
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So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done |
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And since you wanna live by it lil nigga then die by the gun |
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See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done |
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So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won |
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Ayo money is the root of evil I thought |
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But when I'm broke is when I usually have the evilest thoughts |
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That's when the arms come out like sleeves when it's short |
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Wit more bullets than ya favorite wide receiver has caught |
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And that Randy Mossberg ya Steve Smith and Wesson ya |
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The shoes pop up like instant messenger |
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You've got mail nah nigga you got shells |
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And my mac you can't use for iChat |
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A guy that confused that will lie flat |
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And my gat is on leg like thigh tap |
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I that nigga who you dudes |
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Some broke niggas who tryna get some youtube views |
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Unless you wanna point blank boy ya too close |
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Bails in pocket this is Lawyer Lou Los |
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I'm pretty sure more hotties see me in that 4 door roddie |
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Double pipes like a sawed off shotty |
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I flow sickly ridin bumpin old biggie |
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Roll wit me or lose wait Nicole Richie |
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Fuck plat if I don't reach diamond fame |
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Ill treat a nigga face like that old simon game |
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I figured out why men try us cause we o-d on rims and thin tires |
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For that we Len Bias |
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All it takes a punch he ain't brave he a punk |
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I'll put his family in boxes meet the Brady Bunch |
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How yall feel yall selves Shaquille yall selves |
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Us cowboys don't need you you Bill Parcell |
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And you ain't gotta empty ya pockets when the K's out |
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Whatever you holdin is mine you my Paypal |
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See I don't get how this guy is a treat |
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I'll make his life a net por pie to the neck |
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Ride or die or do both nigga ride to the death |
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I'll acapella the whole left side of his chest |
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Not retiring still got that pension pendin |
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Tryna pop the hood and see the engine messin |
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Double barrel shotgun how ya men get missin |
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She got pretty brown eyes and she in mint condition |
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Or the sig in the car you dissin muah |
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Get the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit |
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I tell a bird like it is you promise the broad |
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I one line her you Isaiah Thomas the broad |
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I can send a clip cartridge at a nemesis target |
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And catch a R.O.R. on some Jena 6 charges |
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Nah I put the thing away |
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I don't even need a whole handle to flip em all it takes is one finger wave |
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But in the bing for days show you how I'm real |
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Come home to the truck with the Optimus Prim grille |
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Handin out crack got the scene poppin off |
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They not sleepin on em the fiends is noddin off |
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For real tell me how you a thug and you Superman (Nigga) |
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I just seen you in the club doing the Superman (I Said Nigga!) |
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A bunch of clowns holmes all |
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I need in this world is the pound chrome Huxtable brownstone |
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Major paper cake by the layers |
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If these dudes is live I'm the created player |
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They callin em kings when they so so hot |
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Somethings wrong wit that picture must be photoshopped |
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I don't promote violence but when sparking the flame Blam |
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Arms start waving like the Carlton Banks dance |
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When them tools go pop it move whole blocks |
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Come around wit cha dog or get Kujo shot |
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These emcee's is lame I tryta be an emcee wit brains |
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These niggas is M.C. Brain |
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Yeah nice rapper just far from bein nice |
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Im on the rooftop recordin and niggas is bein sniped |
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That's light |
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So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done |
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And since you wanna live by it lil nigga then die by the gun |
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See whatever you tryna do lil nigga I already done |
