(k**ah BH)
Uh Oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's Family Reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, Mic check
(k**ah BH)
We gotta school yall to the game (1, 2, 1, 2), You know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out n***a
(Ransom)
Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me
I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV
Black gon pay me still get the smack on Baisly
Cause I'm touchin more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The sh** that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss when I spit it you love matta fact I'm a Viking
I need a whole village to plumage yea
The n***a is here the city is scared
You got the throne then I think I need to sit in ya chair
We could really get physical here and the sky's the limit n***a
I'll put the whole clique in the air baby
So quit playin fore the clip spray em
And have his a** M.I.A. like Nick Saban
His whole sh** caved in my whole clique cave men
Hardbody n***a my whole sh** pavement
You can't spit if you dead in the ground
In the woods where ya head'll be found
And its good that you getting it now in the prescient confessin it now
I can't f** wit the rest of you clowns f*ggot
(Hitchco*k)
I am the silence before the storm Lincoln Park to Audubon
Slang rock on the same block that the water on
I be more than gone run and get your order form
Next time I record a song gon put my daughter on
Cause she realla than most n***as I tote trigga
For you broke n***a and gold diggas wit no figga
That's why I palm the heater for all you non believers
I'm on ya a** like white on rice on Condoleezza
Betta con the preacher you tryna get on a feature
Betta get ya casket ba*tard I'm gon eat cha
We ain't in the same weight cla** ya fake a**
Couldn't stop a n***a wit brake pads I'm way pa**
Anything that you ever did I'm betta kid
And we never sweat a bid it's easy to get a sig
In the bing I'm like Ving Rhames I bring pain
I sling cane off the wing like I'm King James
Yall doubtin who when I spit the whole lead
They be callin code read like Mountain Dew
Fore I count to 2 you can get cha back blown
Cause ya gimmicks out of minutes like a track phone
Get back holmes im back on my sh**
I don't mangle I'm like Pringles stackin my chips
Clappin my fifth you the test me types
Comin out wit a blade and get Wesley Sniped
So the cops could arrest me right it's not happenin
You ain't never gon get on so stop rappin
H2O comin this summer so stop askin
All heat like wall street ya stock crashin
Now the fed wanna read his rights
Lord have mercy Jesus Christ I got pa**ion
Im blackin all my n***as getting this fetti
We in the chevy and ready to pop tags in
(Chorus- Joe Budden)
So whatever you tryna do lil n***as I already done
And since you wanna live by it lil n***a then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil n***as I already done
So how the f** you gon win lil n***a when I already won
(Fabolous)
Ayo money is the root of evil I thought
But when I'm broke is when I usually have the evilest thoughts
That's when the arms come out like sleeves when it's short
Wit more bullets than ya favorite wide receiver has caught
And that Randy Mossberg ya Steve Smith and Wesson ya
The shoes pop up like instant messenger
You've got mail nah n***a you got shells
And my mac you can't use for iChat
A guy that confused that will lie flat
And my gat is on leg like thigh tap
I that n***a who you dudes
Some broke n***as who tryna get some youtube views
Unless you wanna point blank boy ya too close
Bails in pocket this is Lawyer Lou Los
I'm pretty sure more hotties see me in that 4 door roddie
Double pipes like a sawed off shotty
(Joe Budden)
I flow sickly ridin bumpin old biggie
Roll wit me or lose wait Nicole Richie
f** plat if I don't reach diamond fame
Ill treat a n***a face like that old simon game
I figured out why men try us cause we o-d on rims and thin tires
For that we Len Bias
All it takes a punch he ain't brave he a punk
I'll put his family in boxes meet the Brady Bunch
How yall feel yall selves Shaquille yall selves
Us cowboys don't need you you Bill Parcell
And you ain't gotta empty ya pockets when the K's out
Whatever you holdin is mine you my Paypal
See I don't get how this guy is a treat
I'll make his life a net por pie to the neck
Ride or die or do both n***a ride to the d**h
I'll acapella the whole left side of his chest
Not retiring still got that pension pendin
Tryna pop the hood and see the engine messin
Double barrel shotgun how ya men get missin
She got pretty brown eyes and she in mint condition
Or the sig in the car you dissin muah
Get the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit
I tell a bird like it is you promise the broad
I one line her you Isaiah Thomas the broad
I can send a clip cartridge at a nemesis target
And catch a R.O.R. on some Jena 6 charges
Nah I put the thing away
I don't even need a whole handle to flip em all it takes is one finger wave
But in the bing for days show you how I'm real
Come home to the truck with the Optimus Prim grille
Handin out crack got the scene poppin off
They not sleepin on em the fiends is noddin off
For real tell me how you a thug and you Superman (n***a)
I just seen you in the club doing the Superman (I Said n***a!)
A bunch of clowns holmes all
I need in this world is the pound chrome Huxtable brownstone
Major paper cake by the layers
If these dudes is live I'm the created player
They callin em kings when they so so hot
Somethings wrong wit that picture must be photoshopped
I don't promote violence but when sparking the flame Blam
Arms start waving like the Carlton Banks dance
When them tools go pop it move whole blocks
Come around wit cha dog or get Kujo shot
These emcee's is lame I tryta be an emcee wit brains
These n***as is M.C. Brain
Yeah nice rapper just far from bein nice
Im on the rooftop recordin and n***as is bein sniped
That's light
(Chorus- Joe Budden)
So whatever you tryna do lil n***as I already done
And since you wanna live by it lil n***a then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil n***a I already done
So how the f** you gon win lil n***a when I already won