Joe Budden - 5th Gear lyrics

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Joe Budden - 5th Gear lyrics

[Intro - Joe Budden - talking] Mic check, mic check Mic check, mic check Ah, yeah Y'all know who it is, taha Oh! Uh, Uh, uh, uh It's, it's, it's that On Top Music! [DJ On Point - talking over Intro (echo)] Let's keep this sh** goin We call this one 5th Gear Shout to whole Play Big Entertainment Crystal, Curtis, I see you DJ On Point, Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3 [Verse 1 - Joe Budden] Look, come and cruise with me I'm good in any hood, no matter who's with me My mind on (Gettin Money), bumpin new 50 Or my mind was off music, 'til Clue hit me And told me keep it on the booth strictly (oh!) So I step in, watchin my surroundings and my settings Then I let the Percocet set in Rough year, lost five of my homeboys I ain't worried 'bout it, y'all alive (y'all alive), just home boy I feel like I'm the last real n***a left (or) Maybe all the real n***az just left (come on) We growin extinct, we like dinosaurs There's only a few exceptions, so minus y'all (uh) The greatest rapper alive (uh), is wearin suits and ties (uh) So you got a bunch of whack n***as sayin they him Used to be if you strive for somethin you could achieve it Now just say sh**, these n***az'll believe it (AH!) I'm done screamin out "Jump Off rules!" Lost my girl, broke all of my Jump Off rules Kept f**in the side chick, so a n***a lied more Picked her up in the woman's car, that I ride for her Creepin, I would hide more (oh) Got confused as to who I'm 'sposed to fight for (oh) I can't even blame the jump, it was my fault (why?) 'Cause I gave her the gun and she k**ed the only b**h I would die for (AH!) So the noise is called for When you goin through T's type of Pain dog, ya voice gets altered (OH!) Know it's hard to stay calm, gonna need State Farm When you f**in with a con no, not Akon (let's go!) I'm high off life, a walkin napalm Fastballs comin at 'em from a Dice-K arm (from a Dice-K arm) Ridin suspended L No wonder I'm on fire, I already been through Hell So, when the the World's against you well Naw, I never snitch but I'll let the pencil tell I suffer from wrong thinkin (so?) So I avoid straitjackets and the b**h that dumped Sean Kingston (uhh) Better they respect you than to fear you I learnt that (Staring At The World In My Rearview) But come get me co*ks**er, I dare you Rather box a felon than a n***a that's fearful (Understand somethin) Want a clear view, without a clear view I put the wall up but thoughts just tear through God I hear you, givin me a earful (but) But I'm a cruise in 5th gear until I'm near you (DJ On Point) (oh!) Eye of a Tiger, naw a Sniper with great aim I won't be another great slain (n***a!), takes flames, embrace pain Ask Eddie Griffin, you gon' lose everytime goin up against a freight train (AH!) n***az bleed like us, we in the same World Keep the Patron comin, try and make the day hurl (oh) It's a few n***az checkin out my chain pearls Go ahead, try and lift somethin that you can't curl Far from "Wayne's World" If life's a b**h, it ain't just R. Kelly and Ush' f**in the (Same Girl) (nope) O.G. swag, walk got a limp in it It's my World, everybody's payin rent in it I left Jersey, I took flight on 'em Dudes tried to take the crown, (dog) didn't look right on 'em (naw!) How you gon' f** with a crook, heist warn 'em? Play Vanilla Ice, I get Suge Knight on 'em Meanest Porsches, gleamin crosses Came from Queens to restore this, deemed it in orbit When the red carpet rolled out, that mean it's bosses Don't get it f**ed up, we had fiends before this (oh) My third eye sharp, so keen it's gorgeous (oh) I've seen it all, even Halloween in August (talk to 'em) Gun in my hand The game used to make you sell ya soul, now it gotta come with a dance I'm on the clear view (whoa!), without a clear view (oh!) I put the wall up but thoughts just tear through (oh!) God I hear you, givin me a earful But I'm a cruise in 5th gear until I'm near you (AH! oh!) [Outro - Joe Budden - talking] Uh, it's, it's, it's that On Top Music [DJ On Point - talking over Outro and until the end] Shout to my n***a Ferris Bueller Can't forget Hip Hop Heaven out in Iowa My n***a Dame Philly in Miami

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