Joe Budden - Freestyle lyrics

Intro: Styles P (Talking) Real MC sh** you know Jedi's on deck pay attention f** y'all n***as talkin' bout? Verse 1: Styles P Lyrical last dragon, acid saliva Guns are the bars yeah the casket provide it You can ask a survior, you can ask a supplier He's hot headed, he'll leave you as ma**es on fire I'm the ghost rider that'll k** your ghost writer Make him OD on h**n, he's a dope writer If you had it written don't you tell me that you spittin' Imma say you bullsh**tin' and go s** a dick And get a hand gun and stand there and take this a** whippin' Yeah, I'm 41 but you ain't got to act dumb n***a I ain't got a problem k**ing 41 young n***as 14 years ago I had 41 guns n***a I was movin' work at like 41 slums n***a Told my n***a Budden we don't always get along But one things for sure, we can have a rap discussion We know we got bars and these little n***as don't Let's lock 'em up, just slaughter 'em, make it look disgusting Cut from a cloth that God made Waring in the devils' land when I want to war knockin' 'I Pray' Could k** MC's for like 5 days I'm talkin' Monday through Friday Go and pick up then dump 'em on the highway Yeah, you should know that the ghost here Space ghost, k** 'em all, then say the coast clear (yeah) Verse 2: Joe Budden A n***a vision is so clear Even through the mystici , keep the pope near Was big out in L.E.S., this ain't Joe clear Gossip gets deaded as soon as it hits Joe's ear So the venom is caged, I'm underpaid I can only give 'em minimum rage I came up when all they respected is violence If you know, it's something to be said in my silence Only time we vacate is when we left for the islands Stash in the bathroom, police severed the tiling Got football numbers when the squad was pinched Well deserved, we put Eagles in the cars and went Listen, the fame you can keep Some n***as became sheep But before I ever snitch, I refrain from speech All I hear is n***as talkin' bout Game and Meek I'm in the crib thinkin' this entire game is meek This sh** has changed Ghost They lowered the understanding Prisoner of my mind claustrophobic in my mansion But you and 'Kiss told me we gon' make it Say whatever you want about him he don't fake it You rarely see me out, I don't be most places In bars it's still sh** that real G's hold sacred, yeah That's probably why they adore me though Lastly before we go, rest in peace Shawty Lo