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    Joe Budden

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    Добавлена 13 августа 2009 пользователем N1

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    [Intro:]
    Uh-ohhhh, uh-oh
    Uh-ohhhhhh! That on top, ohh!
    Ta-ha, Joey (yeah, shit go hard too)
    No comment, no comment
    Ta-ha, whole bunch of yappin
    Jersey! That M.J. bullshit
    Let me talk to 'em, l-look look look
    [Verse 1]
    Since the world don't revolve around me
    (Then what?) Hoodie on, revolver on me
    I'm the wrong one you wanna amp (why?)
    Cause niggaz could get missin
    like you straight out of LeBron's summer camp (ohh!)
    Anytime the fed's see me
    I tell 'em that the only thing FUCKERY here gets you an STD
    My life, should be sold as a movie
    From the (Slum dog) tryin to be a (Millionaire), no groupies
    When did the civilians decide to be a thug?
    Motivated by the hate (BUT) inspired by the love
    Rappers sayin my name like it's a bright tactic
    Jackson 5, put your (Mike) in a casket
    Let the fans gas you and tell you you're nice
    Be a legend in RAP, but a failure in life
    For real, I don't think these dudes is spectacular
    Pretty Ricky thugs who move like spectacular, nigga!
    [Chorus:]
    What up with you and so-and-so? Heard you got a diss
    Don't know about THAT, but I know about this nigga
    No comment (what) no comment (what)
    No comment, I ain't got a comment
    Bloggers, Twitter, Budden TV
    No comment, y'all ain't gettin nothin from me
    I said, no comment (what) no comment
    No comment, I ain't got a comment
    [Verse 2]
    So I been called a snitch (BUT)
    But I been called worse by better so let's skip over the lecture
    That's a common lie (why?)
    Cause if I ever call the cops it's only gon' be to report a homicide
    How am I in beef? I walk about free
    They only talk about YOU, when you talk about ME
    So go ahead and act hard
    And somebody gon' grab chalk (and) and turn the streets into a blackboard
    So I'm supposed to put niggaz on a pedestal
    for rappin 'bout a bunch of bullshit that they don't ever do
    You look stupid when you go there
    Say I'm only hot online you ain't heatin up nowhere
    SHOT-gun in SHOT-gun, ride right past ya
    Windows down, got every right to blast ya
    No wonder he thinkin he'll provide a disaster
    Cause bitches keep tellin him that size don't matter (ta-ha)
    [Chorus w/ ad libs]
    Things niggaz say I don't mind it
    Say they lost respect for me, who the FRUCK is askin you to find it?
    This is me practicin censorship
    Since the new definition of real nigga is sensitive
    In his interview, say I'm askin for a hearse
    But couple months BACK he was askin for a verse
    Only hurts is the team used to bump you
    Now he look like a fiend, I should slump you
    [Outro - ad libs to the end]
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