in the Jersey Journal It's always somethin bad, I don't know why I read it Then I play it off, its fake, I don't believe it! Smoking like two packs a
it on the arm you can get it from me Cuz if prices was any cheaper y'all be sellin' it for free Paid 2-3 sell it for 2-2-5 McDonald's is makin more for
not enough chiefs and it's too many bosses I'm forreal wit it Everybody can't be a boss man Everybody can't have weight Somebody gotta have bags Everybody can
Joe Budden] Let's get it poppin niggaz, let's get it poppin [2 gunshots] Let's get it poppin my nigga, let's get it poppin [2 gunshots] You know that
[Joe] Y'all in that mood yet?! (in that mood yet) Y'all in that mood yet?!?! (in that mood yet) If I died tomorrow See if I died tomorrow Yo, yo yo yo
[Joe Budden: ad libs] [DJ On Point: talking over Joe Budden] This shit right here in called Young Niggaz Shout out to my nigga Ron Browz on the beat
call mood muzik right here.. I'm feelin.... (oh.....) incredible (unhhhh) C'MONNNN [Chorus: sample voice] whoaaaaa..... that's what the future holds in meee.. don't you wanna seeeee [Joe Budden
get gassed And this rap shit is like reality TV It's totally different from what it's marketed as Know the game's fucked up, no I can't call it quits
treated So maybe it's history repeated I know it sounds sick the idea of havin another kid But this one it really feel like it's his (OHHHH) It's the
never meet I heard it if you said it You wrote it on online then I read it, now I match it nigga bet it Cause I remember clearly Once "Pump It Up" stop
re ugly, ugly like me I can see through you, see through the real you [Joe Budden] Lemme talk to them real quick It's, it's, it's what? It's that On
can't fabricate So nothings made up, just the facts I say My son 'bout to have a brother It's a different father, same mother, if it ain't one thing it
I'll be home real soon, don't cry, it's iight [Chorus] I know it might seem like it's all good But this is what it's like in the hood I rep my set like