Eminem - Sing for the Moment Freestyle lyrics
Ohhh Fat Joe Hold ontop Terry Web Nitty NEW JOE BUDDEN!!! Lets go Joey f** with me for a minute DJ On Point 50 Cent: And you know why his names on point, because he on point p**y Verse 1 Now first thing's first motherf**er, I don't know you And lets put it in the air get it clear that I don't owe you Nobody wants to start of from scratch with they own Pro Tools They'd rather blow you, bring you to places you don't go to The bad guy, because I refuse to remain local, or beef with the people I say no too, cause I'm the focal I don't deal with you dudes who seem to think that I got my deal out the blue Four years ago sh** I was feelin' like you With five bucks to my name, rips and tears in my shoes Borrowin' outfits, no food starvin' that's mouse sh** But now that mouse on, n***a's act like the kitchen oven, didn't used to keep the whole house warm, I was without ohh I ain't accept my flaws, beggin' the dealer for a hit, like please just accept my shorts Nothin' mine except for my draws, they pegged me a loss, misguided, kid hopeless, they misquoted motherf**ers Hook: Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear Sing with me, if it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away And A ohh ohh ohh Walk with me Verse 2: The white folk, see my truck, start reactin' liking, get surprised, when yeah its a black kid driving Thumbs up, now they start yakin, vibrant, asking me how'ss the traction they was interested in buyin' Hood see me in it, say I don't deserve it, I'm not worth it, shouldn't have it, they should jack it They think I'm flossing, with the windows down starin' at folks, you motherf**er, Joey sharin' the hope And why in the mall, they eyein me for, like I stole items before, tah, n***a I could buy this store And why when I'm walkin in the bank, tryin to get my good house and my mortgage and they think that I'm fraudulent Think I can't afford it when the pores of my skin are dark and I'm a young buck, they think I got young bucks Dumb f**s, so ignorant, think I only came to run muck, make me wanna resort to my ways somewhat They say you soft when you move out the hood, so my goal is to make all of my loved ones punks My pop, my mother, my son, his mother, my girl, my brother my entire squad, we'll be soft from afar Haters wanna shoot me and graise me blocka Caused I'm from the hood, but my mumma raised me proper And if you hate Joey then you hatin the best You hate yourself, you hate growth, hate success Thinking of the hands on in the hallway cyphers And I thank God, he knows he wasn't always like this It gets better the more he guides us You can tell cause the haters didn't always dislike us Dj on point Joe Budden the worst of Joe budden Hook 2 Is this what you want Verse 3: Joey offerin' substance Without a mood or mind altering substance That no longer alters my substance I'm thankful for every single fan that I get And just think, years ago, sh** I was planning to quit But nah, I'll keep troopin' it, for y'all at tripple dub Joebudden.com that type "Joey keep doin' it" Yall who though we wouldn't see shine in Jerz, for the kids that idolize me, just cause I can rhyme words For y'all struggling, I know its hard getting by For dude that said Calm Down, helped him stop getting high For the gangstas, hustlers, mobsters that move weight For dudes that followed Jumpoff from the first Clue tape For all the credit that I'm not used ta, for the people saying I'm the future, thank you Y'all help a n***a make it through the fake sh**, even do it for the haters, you too can make it For my n***as on the corner, giving me pounds and sh**, for all the teachers said Joey wouldn't amount to sh** My mommy at my video shoot, she crying and all, for little man with the marker saying sign my ball For all my true fans, all the people that support me, the people that adore me, when they could have ignored me Thinking of Lincoln High, in the hallway cyphers, and I thank God, he knows it wasn't always like this