(feat. Joell Ortiz)
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[DJ On Point]
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Warfare, featuring Joell Ortiz [echo]
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(J.O., it's J.O.)
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(IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?)
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[Joe Budden]
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You're now hearin hip hop at it's finest
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I'm just criminal minded
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The Ed Hardy with the fine fit (oh)
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Track just started, no need to rewind it
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[Joell Ortiz]
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Me, I'm bringin fresh air back, I'm rap's hymelic
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Got 'em all sick is that vomit?
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Ew you nasty
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Man I'll smack your skin if you feel you past it
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[Joe Budden]
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It's like we lions against Lassies
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Niggaz ain't nice, they lyin, the flow ass cheek
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I'm on the beat like Contra POW
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Steamroll over shit, I'm in a Tonka now
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This ain't about radio, see I'm beyond the dial
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But still strong arm a nigga, Pete Konda style (ow)
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[Joell Ortiz]
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The inserts of your album put my ganja out
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That sweeter than the lip gloss on Rihanna's mouth
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Y'all sleepin, in pajamas on your momma's couch
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I'm freakin, in the Bahamas throwin condoms out
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[Joe Budden]
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Hold up dog, these felons ain't predicates, hands castle delicate
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Metal spit, leave 'em on the field like Everett (oh)
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I does my own stunts, like the Jackie Chan movie
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Mismatch, belt Prada but the pants Louie
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If you ain't fair to me, then your whole camp sushi
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Rockin Iceberg when niggaz didn't understand Snoopy
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Damn moolies, chain of command's ran through me
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You and your man uzi, (Slow Down) like Brand Nubie
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Can't do me, grant to me, like a man groupie
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If that's the number one pick, then he Sam Bowie
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And I hate to blow a homie on your mans
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You ain't Kid Rock, can't box the Tommy with your hands, motherfucker
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[Joell Ortiz]
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I was really in the lobby with the grands tryna take guap
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In the hallway, all day, is or it ain't hot
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Listen to Hot 9, like what do they got
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that I don't, With a blindfold I see everyone they say's hot
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It's too easy, I'm feelin like I'm a cheater (why?)
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The flow heavy, your's light like a slice of pita (haha)
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When moms was pregnant she was lightin reefer
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That's why I'm nice, in the middle of Alaska I'll write a heater
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I'm just cool and rough, hoody matchin my Adidas
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Pants with the permanent wrinkles like I am Ian Eagle
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I will make every last one of you guys believers
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Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm playin timer's keeper
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[Joe Budden]
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Treat me like a big brother, slash fifth tucker
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Let the cig snuff you, you a kid, fuck ya
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Cocked AK, Mayday, listenin to (Dre Day)
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Can't call me, dick in the mouth, somethin like Ray J
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They like Steve Irwin up against the stringray
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Heat up like ging ray, when somethin with the beans spray
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[Joell Ortiz]
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Uh, take a sip of E&J, then a little puff or two
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Get some butt, then kick out the slut, you's a bugaboo (haha)
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Weak dressers, in the ring I'm Mr. Wonderful
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Paul Orndorff, man y'all all soft and huggable
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Y'all dealin with a pro here, that don't care
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Y'all stiff and worn out like a closet with old gear
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And I ain't goin nowhere
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Producers know I'm the best thing over those snares
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But you speakers whack, Ortiz I overdose like the needle's packed
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I be's in a zone, then I give the speakers back
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[Joe Budden]
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Hold up Joell, the (Ether's) back
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See I'm rap's Larry Johnson, redid my contract, now the Chief is back
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So blame it on fatigue
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Have you like Greg Oden, injured before your first game in the league
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I'm spendin old faces, niggaz took my style
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Gotta steal my own shit back like O.J. did
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Might size you and your spouse, have guys go in your house
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With ridges on the nose of the rifle like OW!
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POW!
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Warfare
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Joe Budden |