Joe Budden - Blood On The Wall lyrics

[Intro: Joe Budden] Whoo! (Uhh, welcome) Ohhh! I'd like to welcome e'rybody, welcome e'rybody (yo y-yo yo yo) To the muh'f**in Padded Room (yo, y-yo, yo) [Joe Budden] How many n***az fell victim to the streets Rest in peace young n***a, it's a heaven for a G I'd be a liar if I told you that I never thought of d**h My n***a, we the last ones left (l-look) l-look (l-look) I said - how many n***az fell victim to the streets Rest in peace young n***a, it's a heaven for I'd be a liar if I told you that I never thought of d**h (l-look look) My n***a, we the last ones left; but life goes on And I ain't gon' stop 'til a n***a see blood on the wall! L-look, look, look, look Maybe it started with the rims on the whip Uh, I lost the Hummer, push the Benz through the strip But I'll swim with the fish before I lend n***az sh** Cause personally, they ain't worth the phlegm that I spit That's why, sometimes I think the end's comin quick My old a** father shot twins out his dick So, if they so happen to come out without a older brother Won't be alone cause comin up at least they'll have each other At least they'll one another cause life's a muh'f**er But while I'm here my only job is not to see 'em suffer Through dope boys, shootouts, stick-ups and undercovers The world is full of s**ers but don't worry, I'm your buffer Buffer, like I shoulda been for BJ Well he never listened to nothin we say (It was) half past 12, midnight on a weekday Not even 20 hours past his release date, we stay This n***a hit him up four times, one kick the heart And that kicked my heart Call his pops, n***az pick the phone up So he can come find his son lyin in his own (blood) blood On the block that we ran through House we grew up in, corner we would post on Shot dead in front of n***az we would be with But how the f** nobody see sh**? (n***a) It's on there to be a brother to his brother lucky Cause in the belly of the beast I know this sh** get ugly Get on my knees and have a convo with the Lord above me Maybe sometimes I hear him wrong, I think he sayin "f** me" Only he could judge me, care less what they thinkin of me Cause honestly I'd be aight if no one ever love me (love me) I write "I only fear Joe" in blood Smeared slow on my brain by my earlobe (earlobe) And I ain't gon' stop 'til a n***a see blood on the wall! Y-yo, yo, yo All I tried do is raise the bar See my, weeks is scabbed up, days are scarred Still I love to see a muh'f**er hate from far More they talk 'bout me the more I pray for y'all I mean, I don't get how Prodigy gon' acknowledge me When the n***a 'bout as big as an apostrophe (ohh!) For him to possibly think that he is hot as me is far from a prophecy, it's more like a mockery Used to be hip-hop to me, 'fore you bombarded me with everything a** like side of me has gotta be d** Four-fifths and snubs, what's that about? n***a you can't lift the guns that you rappin 'bout But real talk, I can't front on your old sh** Now you just old as sh**! Not old and sick 'Stead of holdin my dick, here's a better way (dawg) Never mind me, worry about your Medicaid ... sh**'s so unfair n***a beats carried your a** most of your career Wanna blog, here's a reason - I fu*kS "Murda Music" Anybody ever dissed this n***a is still breathin Jay-Z, Saigon, Nas already peeled him 2Pac, he ain't alive but you ain't k** him 50 signs the bum only cause where he was from Put his stamp on a n***a and still nobody feels him Not a murderer, a gangsta, robber Washed up 90's n***a, now a gangsta blogger Me that, underground flow strike like the pound blow Your sound's old, not even worth a download I would have n***az hunt you like a hound's nose Problem is you p**y, the whole town knows So why let the body count grow for some fiend-out n***a now starrin in a clown show (clown show) And I ain't gon' stop 'til a n***a see blood on the wall!