Joe Budden - Thou Shall Not Fall lyrics

[Verse 1] Look I'm on a war path Tell the opposition Naw keep it to your self, I'm my only competitions But keep the hate coming I love the criticism But understand I'm successful by my own admission I never had sh** But a bad b**h Naw let me stop lying mostly they was average If you'd say my voice would be heard by the ma**es A dust head n***a from jerz I wouldn't grasp it Questions you can ask it Teamed up with the cla**ics Working on a cla**ic, smash hits, and that's it Maybe n***as thought my knees gonna buckle Newport in my mouth with two g's on the buckle Got more now then them few g's when I hustle Spanish broad with them two d's like I love you But s**y lady it was nice to know you gotta move on They can't chink my armor a n***a to strong I think n***as is shady but the proofs gone I put the j**ls on case fools thought it was gone you've been warned [Verse 2] I tried to told dudes way back in 02 That eventually the game would go back to being soul food I mean soulful while everything is woeful I try to stay fresh like whole foods on the pro tool But Mista F-A-B wanna mention him Fell the f** off I won't mention him Only respect one Fab and I'm friends with him Phonte back out I guess n***a pumped sense in him They when in pumped slugs in my little brother But dog I still love little brother This other guy ain't know whose dude Got glued to you tube I hit jin asked him if he digested his food smooth How you beef with Joey did queer with out ears to say he ain't show out of fear Heclif ain't scared of the old me The nerve of the young fork Yosemite Sam is getting gun hoe n***a bank account got one o He could snort lines with his dick and won't come dope They stringing you along Don't take it and try to jump rope Dog this how you know you shouldn't feel glory Cause I ain't even show and end up being the story I'm sorry [Verse 3] Mic check I need it to be known I'm grown I'm on some next sh** I'm thinking oil money, Texas Not a necklace You gotta to shot at mom dukes Before the techs spit I don't go out looking for drama like the feds did Music with a message But I'm no back packer Some vengefulness in me But I'm no back stabber No baller in the strip clubs I'm throwing cash at her I'm trying to help shorty and her goals attach faster Was insecure growing up n***as laughed at her Now she things she got some self worth because her a**' fatter I told her give yourself the hay suss so Next time that chain you up you can brake through those n***a call you out your name mommy break dude nose Gotta get you where you going might take you slow Maybe bend But never let'em make you fold Except your short coming baby They gone make you whole I'm gone