Lyrics:
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
[DJ On Point]
Warfare, featuring Joell Ortiz
(J.O., it's J.O.)
(Is this what you want?)
[Joe Budden]
You're now hearing hip hop at it's
to present to you your album
Featurin myself, Joe Budden, hi haters
[Joe Budden]
The time is finally near, it's gettin closer I'm finally scared
(?) that
pelu omo mi o omo oloogo
Forelines l'oruko re o, omo mi
Fore by Fore eh
Fore by Fore eh eh eh
Forelines don bring album (Forelines don bring album
you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe Budden
[Verse 3]
Budden said the battle was embarrassin'
Comparison
This shit here more embarrassin'
So I'ma use
[DJ On Point]
Warfare, featuring Joell Ortiz
(J.O., it's J.O.)
(Is this what you want?)
[Joe Budden]
You're now hearing hip hop at it's
[DJ On Point]
Warfare, featuring Joell Ortiz
(J.O., it's J.O.)
(Is this what you want?)
[Joe Budden]
You're now hearing hip hop at it's
[DJ Clue]
Yeah, the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Jump off Joe Buddens, on top
This go out to all my niggaz
You ain't gotta chain, but you got
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
(imagine that)
Future told Steve Harvey he don't want Lori
Joe Budden got caught stealin' from Mal and Rory (Joey)
The way that shit went down they all
yeah
Rip it out the onion, yeah
I talk big, i hold something, yeah
Joe Budden, yeah
Imma go home and smoke something, yeah
Rip it out the onion, yeah
I
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
the industry is soul hunting
Take a look at Joe Budden
Shoulda won a gold something
Then the Grammy's hit and they presented it with no pumping
Made a diss
me? Alright, nigga
We gon' see (Fuck Yachty)
I ain't lame, I ain't broke, bitch
I'm buzzin'
Diss me back and I'mma feature Joe Budden
DJ Akademiks gon'
('fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a hoe
Bury me before I sell my soul ('fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (stop),
here now
[Joe Budden]
Please lord something gotta give
They say for every negative
There's a positive
But I aint positive
For every buck
for the word to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
Fold you up in boxes; Armani tux
Louie sweats, armor
You be on that five-o shit stay cuffin'
A nigga blowin' up all a sudden new cousins
I left the everyday struggle now I'm Joe Budden
Shout out
shit is over
[Crooked I]
SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE! (Whoo, Kiiiiiiiid!)
[Joe Budden]
Look at ya man look back at me, yeah I know, sickenin huh?
Few got
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
motherfucker, on your head I'll be cussing
No fussing, shit's bussing
Mama ain't raise a hating as bitch like Joe Budden
Two bars are more than enough for that
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
Yeah the world famous DJ Clue desert storm
Jump off Joe Buddens on top
This go out to all my niggas
You ain't gotta chain but you got a
Mean
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
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