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yourself
Talking about, you ain't The Roots
You ain't The Roots
Why you got a band man? You played yourself
Do me a favour, throw away my CDs
I don't want

Yo
Fuck Santa Claus
He ain't never did shit for me
Never got me that Nintendo
Never got me that Batman Toy
Man he's a fat mother fucker who eats too

irresponsive but I don't care cause she's on my hit list, get it?
Motherfucker you witnessed (you witnessеd tho) I ain't doing nothing wrong
I abide by Ye, Em

bought you a loft
That'll shush em baby
I'm like ya Method Man
You like my Mary
Sitting on the project roof with no worries
You without me is like

Twitter fingers that stay brown reclusive 
Birds eye view from my balcony highest point reached by man where I live
I'm at lost and found with a keyboard

came and blew me in
The push allowed me to win
Nubian
Look at ya actin' all brand-new again
Hooligan
Why would you be inspired by foolish men?
I couldn't

that big bomb pillows take ya way back

My back is getting smaller and my man ain't callin' back
If he don't call by tomorrow
I'm gonna have to start

know America ain't feelin ya
Nigga I ain't hearin ya, loiterin' at walmart, all my niggas contemplatin' murder
When we see a white chick, it's some true

Priority
You ain't gotta know me
To really know my
Story
Hurricane season
Devastating
Category

Bless this
Day

Blockbuster
Movies
About our story
But no

Rapping bout hella times life went sour
Ain't never sounded sweeter
The ones before me proclaim me a leader
When they was speaking I listened to every

getting thicker
A little bird told me not talking bout Twitter
Baby I'm colder than winter
I can tell just by the way that you shiver
I'm putting dick in ya

the same ol style
Just a new cut
Madd gold on me lookin like
King tut
Diamonds all on the charm
Not by luck
She lookin delicious
Make me wanna uhh
Few licks

semi drinking on some remi, smoking like a chimney
Fucking up my kidneys, got my woadie with me, he ain't neva envy
Fuck them older niggas, they can't

stoppin in
Hunnit hours on the week what I’m clockin in
Name the booth Chris Paul Cause it Rocket ship me
And my dogs out the atmosphere
Big T run show like

I'm new around here
I been runnin' this bitch on my 25th year
Big cup full of brown, I ain't fuckin' with the clear
This real rap only get the fuck from

Fireman

Drag-On

Cradle 2 the Grave

2003

Hang A Nigga Off The Roof, By His Shoes And Slip
I Hope He Got A Parachute
I'm In The Zone Dogg, I'm By Myself At My Home Dogg
Everybody Just Leave Me

I ain’t tryna be ya man or whatever you call it,
Ey.
I’m just tryna study your body, profound knowledge,
Ey.
Okay, I lied.
I burn, inside.
You put

my dick suck
Oh ya i'm a sick fuck
Sick of probation officers holdin' piss cups
Picture me in Pittsburgh with Jerome Bettis
Getting lettuce while i sip

play, Chris Childs play, this is grown man rap
Posted by the bar holding a scotch
Don't know what time it is, you got too much gold on your watch

a prayer, losing hope 
I need faith, ain't my fault 
Satanic cult is getting a hold 
Man the whole damn globe is fuckn involved 
Take a look at yourself if

ain't got nothing to do with the streets, man
That shit is a way of life, you know what I'm saying
That shit is all about your mental capacity
I'm

Her last man ain't got no motion
And now she sitting by the ocean
In the sand her toes out we toasting
Imma be here imma see you in the morning
Imma

Short Summer

Joe Budden

2187 Hood Radio 47

2011

why they want the encore before the show can start
So if you in my life, know ya part
That's the best way for us to never grow apart
Even through

own code, I'm a play by my rules
We ain't soul tied, don't stay and cry
I was the one you used to like
I was your man I am that guy and baby it was you,