Joe Budden - Talk 2 'Em lyrics

(Yo, Yo) How many Mc's must get dissed? How n***as still think they can still f** with the kid? (OOO) I guess I moved up in the world, duke is not happy take it as my success throwing shots at me (Talk 2 Em!) gotta calm the lions, tame shooters gotta catch a new body with the same ruger we don't spit the same mucas (Naw!) I'm a boss and you not, sh** the even tried to k** Frank Lucas (Talk 2 Em!) so n***a if I die tomorrow, you ain't gotta ask why tomorrow dog I done con the likes of n***as you shouldn't con with made bons with n***as you shouldn't bond with (Talk 2 Em!) Im sick world in my palm sh** re-peated convict while the dogs trying to con Vick, sh** I guess what im tryin say, is n***as die running like Ryan Shay (Talk 2 Em!) all the Lean Me n***as, got high hopes call them Dream Team n***as gin is in my blood is a king gene n***a I make you appear to be whatever I feel like Green Screen n***as (Talk 2 Em!) so go and get suped off words, maybe do it for Jerz maybe dudes disturbed (Talk 2 Em!), maybe dudes no go, maybe dudes bezerked so when I pull up in a tank maybe you deserve (Me!) (Talk 2 Em!) I get into dudes character defects, before your deal you was a character reject humble pie when you see a character regress f** ya tape homie, I pa** it up, eject (Talk 2 Em!) time to seperate the real from the lies the hills have eyes, but when the hill of ya demise I reveal at the skies in a hot Ferrari its a new Joe in town and its not Girardi (Talk 2 Em!) Look, turn pink her face getting her Cam on In the club man on, freak gettin her jam on Hands on trying to put her hands on the ice cause its Saw part 4 dog, big enough to stand on (Talk 2 Em!) when did rappers start acting this fly say you top 5, they'll grab it and ride, but i'm humble so even though I Am Legend, I can say Will Smith's the best rapper alive (Talk 2 Em!) When they tell you, your doing ya thing they taking your tampon out and pulling the string How the f** you a thug when you stay shook n***a? more like a school boy, a facebook n***a (Talk 2 Em!) Im just straving this can't be greed Im not a drug lord, don't nobody hand me keys Gotta drop a few branches off my family tree raised my sons all wrong, yes i'm Andy Reid it's me (Talk 2 Em!) I can't put the j**els on without no chrome I can't rock these Ice Cream's without the Cold Stone's Im so focused, get on some long nose sh** and ill have the goons surround you on some Rose sh** (Talk 2 Em!) the more I get into, streets or instrumentals bum a** n***as remind me of Mr. Wendal Me, on the horizen, I've been trying to bring pies in more dudes then Verizon behind them (Talk 2 Em!) bunch of generals behind me, Im the crew chief busting off my Ricky Davis, thats the new Heat Ive come clean about me and its a damn shame only Religions im into is a brand name (Talk 2 Em!) Campaign going full thortal like a race feeling Funkdafied get a bottle to the face Face, for you times is rough too (WHY?) cause aint nobody buying ya albums but you (Talk 2 Em!) from the sounds of everything I hear you lost it still rap aight, but ya peers exhausted f** ya bunch of money, put ya ego to the side and maybe its time to study ya understudy (Talk 2 Em!) I mean, are we hustling or are we grown up? everytime I hear you, you changing ya tone up when the new generation think about Jordan all they remember is when Iverson crossed him (Talk 2 Em!) take off the blazer, lossing up the tie n***a fell in love and superman died better learn to cover ya ears when the toys pop I hate ya last single (pause) Boys Roc can we hear some new n***as with promise? the new generation won't forget you we promise we'll always pay homage but let's get one thing understood son every Encore ain't a good one! (Talk 2 Em!)