[Intro: Joe Budden]
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Let me just make this statement
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Loud and clear - Jersey's here
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Some dude's got problems wit me
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Over there - I ain't care
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Some people see me creep
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They mack all type - that's alright
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You know I slurp my drink
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I'm clipped inside - kids aight (Just Blaze!)
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[Verse: Joe Budden]
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Yes y'all it's the one and only (what else?)
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And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?)
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And I came wit a ton of money (but!)
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Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
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This chick's wit her man frontin on me
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I'll holla at her when she done wit homie
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Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of grown freaks
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One named Tasha, one named Monique
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One's diva'd out, keep her make-up tight
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She got her good heels on wit her Jacob ice
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And ma love to club, so she stay up nice
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And she give me brains just the way I like!
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One's real ghetto, don't give a reason
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She knows I'm not her man, she don't riff bout cheating
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Joey only go to her crib on weekends
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Real real late when the kids are sleeping
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'Tis the season, no more BS music
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Watch and learn, see us do this
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Geeks here's new shit
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Playboy I keep exclusives to make dudes see less units (c'mon!)
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[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
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Can't stop won't stop
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Rock it to the rhythm
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Cause we - ah get down
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Cause we - ah get down
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Cause we - ah get down
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Joe Budden, Busta Bus
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Cause we - ah get down
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And we seeing that
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There's some hoes in this house
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There's some hoes in this house
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Light that 'dro in tha house
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Smoke that 'dro in tha house
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Bring that doe in this house
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Bring that doe in this house
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Where dem hoes in this house?
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Where dem hoes in this house?
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Where my niggas at?
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[Verse: Busta Rhymes]
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Guess who's coming?
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It be the God of the flows
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It be the God of the spitting
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It be the God of the blows
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You'll be black and blue up your shit
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And probably swell up your nose
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Lotta bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes
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Let me prazzle your head, do and skidattle wit Joe
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And get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'dro
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Better back it up money before they crack through the dome
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I got a pack of them niggas that leave a crack in yo skull
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HOLD UP!! ... see I ain't finished wit y'all
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Before I diminish let me handle my business wit y'all
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Watching you niggas, you shook! all you looking all nervous
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Maybach infront the club, parked crooked on purpose
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Now ladies my Mercedes Maybach
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Probably hold six in the back and three if ya fat
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Probably hold more in the back if they sit on the lap
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I gotta go and move to the party to see where it's at
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge: Joe Budden]
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Let me just make this statement
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Loud and clear - Jersey's here
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Some dude's got problems wit me
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Over there - I ain't care
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Some people see me creep
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They mack all type - that's alright
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You know I slurp my drink
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I'm clipped inside - kids aight
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[Verse: Joe Budden]
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Yes yes y'all who ain't believe me?
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Don't be fooled it ain't this easy
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All y'all so 'n so's shamed, that cheesy
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You wonder why people don't go and spend they change on a weekly
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(But) Who's fly in rap? I in fact
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By myself, no one behind the attack
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And fuck Sound Scan, I ain't BUYING that
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Cause y'all sell em to the stores then buy 'em back
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Now one hot storm, we'll fly and rap
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If the rest of you provide is wack
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I see creativity dying fast
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I'm glad producers charge so high for they tracks (tell em why though)
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Now they do it all, you just applying the rap
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Honestly now, it's not the economy's down
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Now rap dudes suck they own pee hole
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The wacker the music the bigger the ego
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Fans left suffering, gasping!
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And it's embarassing! Jump Off I'm the aspirin
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I'm still hungry, I'm still fasting
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Y'all fade out, I'm just getting it cracking
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[Chorus]
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[Outro]
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Whoo! [repeat to fade]
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# 1
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Joe Budden |