Joe Budden - Family Reunion (remix) lyrics

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Joe Budden - Family Reunion (remix) lyrics

(k**ah BH) Uh Oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's Family Reunion (Joe Budden) Mic check, Mic check (k**ah BH) We gotta school yall to the game (1, 2, 1, 2), You know what lets talk to em, Lets go! (Joe Budden) Them wolves is out n***a (Ransom) Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV Black gon pay me still get the smack on Baisly Cause I'm touchin more diesel than Shaq old lady boy You did it I done it I get I punish The sh** that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach I'm the boss when I spit it you love matta fact I'm a Viking I need a whole village to plumage yea The n***a is here the city is scared You got the throne then I think I need to sit in ya chair We could really get physical here and the sky's the limit n***a I'll put the whole clique in the air baby So quit playin fore the clip spray em And have his a** M.I.A. like Nick Saban His whole sh** caved in my whole clique cave men Hardbody n***a my whole sh** pavement You can't spit if you dead in the ground In the woods where ya head'll be found And its good that you getting it now in the prescient confessin it now I can't f** wit the rest of you clowns f*ggot (Hitchco*k) I am the silence before the storm Lincoln Park to Audubon Slang rock on the same block that the water on I be more than gone run and get your order form Next time I record a song gon put my daughter on Cause she realla than most n***as I tote trigga For you broke n***a and gold diggas wit no figga That's why I palm the heater for all you non believers I'm on ya a** like white on rice on Condoleezza Betta con the preacher you tryna get on a feature Betta get ya casket ba*tard I'm gon eat cha We ain't in the same weight cla** ya fake a** Couldn't stop a n***a wit brake pads I'm way pa** Anything that you ever did I'm betta kid And we never sweat a bid it's easy to get a sig In the bing I'm like Ving Rhames I bring pain I sling cane off the wing like I'm King James Yall doubtin who when I spit the whole lead They be callin code read like Mountain Dew Fore I count to 2 you can get cha back blown Cause ya gimmicks out of minutes like a track phone Get back holmes im back on my sh** I don't mangle I'm like Pringles stackin my chips Clappin my fifth you the test me types Comin out wit a blade and get Wesley Sniped So the cops could arrest me right it's not happenin You ain't never gon get on so stop rappin H2O comin this summer so stop askin All heat like wall street ya stock crashin Now the fed wanna read his rights Lord have mercy Jesus Christ I got pa**ion Im blackin all my n***as getting this fetti We in the chevy and ready to pop tags in (Chorus- Joe Budden) So whatever you tryna do lil n***as I already done And since you wanna live by it lil n***a then die by the gun See whatever you tryna do lil n***as I already done So how the f** you gon win lil n***a when I already won (Fabolous) Ayo money is the root of evil I thought But when I'm broke is when I usually have the evilest thoughts That's when the arms come out like sleeves when it's short Wit more bullets than ya favorite wide receiver has caught And that Randy Mossberg ya Steve Smith and Wesson ya The shoes pop up like instant messenger You've got mail nah n***a you got shells And my mac you can't use for iChat A guy that confused that will lie flat And my gat is on leg like thigh tap I that n***a who you dudes Some broke n***as who tryna get some youtube views Unless you wanna point blank boy ya too close Bails in pocket this is Lawyer Lou Los I'm pretty sure more hotties see me in that 4 door roddie Double pipes like a sawed off shotty (Joe Budden) I flow sickly ridin bumpin old biggie Roll wit me or lose wait Nicole Richie f** plat if I don't reach diamond fame Ill treat a n***a face like that old simon game I figured out why men try us cause we o-d on rims and thin tires For that we Len Bias All it takes a punch he ain't brave he a punk I'll put his family in boxes meet the Brady Bunch How yall feel yall selves Shaquille yall selves Us cowboys don't need you you Bill Parcell And you ain't gotta empty ya pockets when the K's out Whatever you holdin is mine you my Paypal See I don't get how this guy is a treat I'll make his life a net por pie to the neck Ride or die or do both n***a ride to the d**h I'll acapella the whole left side of his chest Not retiring still got that pension pendin Tryna pop the hood and see the engine messin Double barrel shotgun how ya men get missin She got pretty brown eyes and she in mint condition Or the sig in the car you dissin muah Get the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit I tell a bird like it is you promise the broad I one line her you Isaiah Thomas the broad I can send a clip cartridge at a nemesis target And catch a R.O.R. on some Jena 6 charges Nah I put the thing away I don't even need a whole handle to flip em all it takes is one finger wave But in the bing for days show you how I'm real Come home to the truck with the Optimus Prim grille Handin out crack got the scene poppin off They not sleepin on em the fiends is noddin off For real tell me how you a thug and you Superman (n***a) I just seen you in the club doing the Superman (I Said n***a!) A bunch of clowns holmes all I need in this world is the pound chrome Huxtable brownstone Major paper cake by the layers If these dudes is live I'm the created player They callin em kings when they so so hot Somethings wrong wit that picture must be photoshopped I don't promote violence but when sparking the flame Blam Arms start waving like the Carlton Banks dance When them tools go pop it move whole blocks Come around wit cha dog or get Kujo shot These emcee's is lame I tryta be an emcee wit brains These n***as is M.C. Brain Yeah nice rapper just far from bein nice Im on the rooftop recordin and n***as is bein sniped That's light (Chorus- Joe Budden) So whatever you tryna do lil n***as I already done And since you wanna live by it lil n***a then die by the gun See whatever you tryna do lil n***a I already done So how the f** you gon win lil n***a when I already won

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