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Joe Budden
Whoever thought that, taking over the world would take
longer than 3 years
I know I didn't s**t
Matter of fact it ain't, it ain't been 3 years yet
Well the takeover is coming
I know you hear 'em coming
It feel like '03 yet?
You in that mood yet?!?!
I just like sayin that s**t
That s**t just sound good
Jersey!
The king of New Jersey
World Takeover
You got some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna *scratches*
Some wanna shoot 'em on site *scratches*
Some, some wanna shoot 'em on site *scratches* Some
Some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna shank me
Put him out to dry, you got some wanna hang me
Then I p*ssed 'em off, or made some of 'em angry
All I did for this hood I THOUGHT would thank me
And I could give a fk bout where none of you rank me
Him, him, them, son none of 'em ain't me
I worked hard to get here, now that I got here
They want me gone, they tryna treat Joe like a Yankee
*gun shots* Is this what you want?!
Some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna shank me
Put him out to dry, you got some wanna hang me
Then I p*ssed 'em off, or made some of 'em angry
All I did for this hood I THOUGHT would thank me
And I could give a fk bout where none of you rank me
Him, him, them, son none of 'em ain't me
I worked hard to get here, now that I got here
They want me gone, they tryna treat Joe like a Yankee
Mic check 1,2
I say what I mean, I mean what I say what I feel
Do whatever I want to
Got into something you can't undo
I pi*s in whatever subway your train of thought gotta run through
I'm by my lonely, so I might let the hawk show
Any block, I double-park, get out and walk slow
And nowadays like listenin to bulls**t, its obvious
Even Tyra got a talk show
Left the Sidekick home, took the old school pager
I wanna believe there's no such thing as a hater
Do something for somebody, they expect something in return
Now there's no such thing as a favor
Soon as I stop smoking, blunts come out in flavors
I think of New Orleans when I step out in gators (talk to 'em)
Some dudes starving, their ribs just keep touchin
My shoulder nicknamed me Chicago, I keep brushing
E'ry nationwide artist ain't national
Rappers appear to be d*cks that really vaginal
E'ry Capo out there ain't seeing capital
And everybody's rationale really ain't rational (oh!)
So when I'm toting the 5
I rep w*lly's and Jers, I don't need to be on Ocean Drive
See the white tee wit my cig lit
I'm Larry Brown, New York is fked up so they signed me to fix s**t
When beef come I'm never tryna find me a biscuit
Late night I'm never tryna find me a quick trick
Call me I'll tell you how stupid a b*tch get
I know they every move, see me on that kid s**t
They wanna bring harm to you
Front like they really got a bond with you
Like 'member I went to the prom with you (nah!)
fk dude got not choice but to bong at you
Mans ain't gorilla, so better have King Kong with you
He's b*tch see the lypo on him
Caravan might ride slow on him, mu'fker
I might let this lil red light glow on him
Hope he walk round wit Geico on him, mu'fker
Look, pardon you f*gs, Yea I heard part of your raps
It's all wack, how you start to get gassed
And this rap s**t is like reality TV
It's totally different from what it's marketed as
Know the game's fked up, no I can't call it quits
Can't knock me down, and I won't fall and trip
I gotta just milk this s**t for all it gives
No chain on but 10 mortgages
So naw fam, don't wanna talk or just chit-chat
Fell down liftin the pound just from the kick back
Dudes got a problem wit me, just a snitch that
Ask anybody, I'm the wrong one to get at
Get that?
She so stupid, I'ma get her talk
some of that good phone sx s**t we be doin
Aight, take me from the mu'fkin tippity