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U Ain't Gotta Go Home

Joe Budden

Joe Budden [Clean]

2003

slidin' you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here

I ain't got to tell homeboy he know that
This is 'Matrix

U Ain't Gotta Go Home

Joe Budden

Joe Budden

2003

Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you

the molly on the table and you know he's flopping
But know I got the Louis and know that's my topping
Throw motherfuckers in the mosh pit lemme squash this

you just like M&M's
I ain't been to New York, but I'm dunkin' like Tim

He Get robbed by some niggas in Paris like Kim it's
Like me and twin Gucci with

If being a pussy make u a snitch then tell me how the hell u got mob ties
By being a bitch
Or maybe that finger that itch
But we never heard the pop

Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing

Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing

the life of Lucis Jones

He gives ole blue a kiss
And throws the wife a bone
She spends her day with Bobbie Jo
On the telephone

He walks his son to school

by his net
He'll just run away and then
He'll shoot you in the neck
Slightly slower than a bullet
Riding on his donkey
He'll break all your bones

handyman he keep them tools on em
Im from the East Big Blood but I keep them blues on me
We be playing with them sticks like we sponsored by Sony
And I ain't

right? Nah man, fuck it, they're dying!
Who sit so long on their legs that they can't feel they're bones.
Who listen to albums front to back 'coz they got

I got a tax a ho
Nigga givin' me the blues, he ain't got a saxophone
Better do like Madame CJ Walker and relax your tone
Only time I hit the nigga up

lessons, getting noticed by professors
But my sleep ain't getting better, counting sheep along with Deckard
I been eating like I'm Lecter, but I source my

Ghost Showers

Ghostface Killah

Shaolin's Finest

2003

One goes through this rhyme that you
He made up his mind
That every little thing he does
Be designed to entertain you (yeah)
Ooh (yeah), his

a good
Time with some girls and watching
A famous group he was dragged from there to
The Whisky à Go-Go
And forced by Herb Cohen to
Witness one of our

When said that he can't save started saving myself
Banging rhythms and some blues to the blues that I felt
When I had ice on my neck that took a second

Weezer fucks
You know what else fucks this guitar solo
Caeden

Woo
Yeah
C-money
Woo
Caeden
I love the blue album
I don't love the blue album
Fuck you

I

been poppin to the fullest
I've got hella options with this Music
Like should I pass the rock
Or keep on shooting
I stack gwap and bring the blues In
I

the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,

walking in look at me he like who he?
Double kap I had that bitch on two knees

(Late up on the pay)
L-l-la-late up on the payment 99 finna fuck him up

standpoint of the music that
I write and I think Varèse would
Have done the same thing

He was hampered by composing at a time
When the electronic facilities

in a prison
Mentally disfigured, distorted, & puzzled by the piece/peace that's missing
He'll be your neurologist to diagnose the problem, evaluate

touched by anyone

Dear God
My mother's legs throb bad
Ma religiously rubs ointments on them
Like she is scrubbing grime from her bathtub
She repeatedly

so much racist hatred shit not being accepted by the crazies and drizzies Dre Dre He So So Dro How could you diss tho' Yo You Don'T Even Know How Sick