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Uh...Can't even really be rap. |
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You can't even really act like you gotta' get it in wit'out a... uh.(Wait a minute!) |
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Cocksuckers (oh ye'), pause.(Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2 [x4]) |
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It's ya man, |
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Joey!Reportin' live from the slums (wait a minute!) |
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Reportin' live from the belly of the beast (wait a minute!) |
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Reportin' live from a hood near you (it's... it's...) |
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Or maybe not so near you.[Verse 1: Joe Budden] |
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L-Look, look... |
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First off, |
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I'm not competin', |
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I'm more like stampeding |
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I'm more like steamrollin' (or...) |
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More like puttin' my foot on the neck of the game until |
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I see it chokin' |
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I hol' on for dear life, (I mean uh...) the flow is air tight an' the bars are bar none |
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Regarded as the one, fuck music, it's a art ta' son, let's rewind. |
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See, I was born in the projects, left for a new hood |
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Jetted ta' a new state, lookin' for a new pace. |
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Diamond in the rough, |
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I stood out amongst the food cache |
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Swear a friend a mine headlined every news page (jhea'). |
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Wit' dreams of bein' wealthy |
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You now checkin' out the new |
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Jersey version of |
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Peter Petrelli. |
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But wait! |
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Wit' a lil' |
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Travis Barker on the side' |
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Cause when it all falls down |
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I normally survive. |
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I'm try'nna see a new tax bracket |
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So I'll never have ta' grab matics |
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I ain't concerned wit' no rap racket. |
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So y'all could take my name through the mud an' drag it |
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Spread it ta' the masses, (I'mma) |
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I still play it passive. |
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I got no choice but' walk around wit' the lead on me |
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Life is way too short, too many dead homies.(Or...) plus, wit' all the money |
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I investEveryday a nigga die for less!(So...) so, if a nigga wann' go ta' war, wave hi ta' |
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DeathI mean |
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He lives right next ta' me, so |
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He ain't a threat ta' me[Hook] |
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He's a beast, he's a monster, he is insane! |
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He's an animal, he cannot be tamed! |
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What rapper you know'll straight feast on a lame |
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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]) |
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Yeeeeeah![Verse 2: Joe Budden] |
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L-Look, look... |
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I'm still livin' life in the fast lane (oh!) |
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Still plottin' on my big money scheme like he |
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Wesley an' |
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Woody thinkin' how ta' rob a cash train. |
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Shittin' on ho's that'll act fain' |
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Till the whole |
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World know his last (wait a minute!) |
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Still spit like it ain't no ta'morra' |
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It ain't over y'all, underrated so |
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I overcharge. |
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Ol' Dodge, radio off, fuck a station |
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Get ta' know me through the music not a publication (naw). |
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It's no justification, (but a...) mean enough wit' the waitin'(I mean I...) |
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I lost all my just an' my patience. |
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That came wit'out the crown or the chair or the robe |
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Nigga, I don't care what'chu sow (wait a minute!) |
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They let the beast outta' the cage, look at the hunger |
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Got'chur self inta' some shit, look at the plunger. |
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I'm talkin' 'cause |
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I'm livin' it, entrepreneur |
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Steve Rifkind shit |
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Though a few haters wann' |
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Kinder it. |
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I'm comin' wit' some different shit |
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An' these offices all about my paper, that's that ?? shit. |
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Rapper on 'roids, sick wit' the thoughts (but...) |
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But managed ta' keep my name out the mention report. |
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See I'mma inspiration for a whole generation |
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Even when |
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I'm gone, but my message is indication. |
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Then you too can attain the unattainable(But...) fuck try'nna explain the unexplainable![Hook] |
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He's a beast, he's a monster, he is insane! |
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He's an animal, he cannot be tamed! |
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What rapper you know'll straight feast on a lame |
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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]) |
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Yeeeeeah! |
