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JOE BUDDEN lyrics - Mood Muzik 2: Can It Get Any Worse?

Three Sides To A Story

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[Joey as Derrick] My names Derrick, I'm from Queens right there on Merrick Raised of honesty, loyalty, good merits Gotta lil sister and my pops just perished And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish Young when they bagged me, seven in the can is torcher And I just did that for manslaughter Odds was against me, murder in the second degree Made it less cuz I gave 'em a plea That's the past, now a dude home tryna clean up his past When all niggaz kno me for is the past And my minds always thinking how to pocket some cash They know if something ever sparked it'll cock it and blast Now I'm tryna live straight and get my act together But my moms struggling, she putting scraps together Long time ago, when I wasn't home she was cleaning my room Cried when she found a gat in the dresser Said no child of hers woulda had dat, never!!! But with all the dirt I was doing I felt like I hadda protect her, I hadda protect us Stead of me sellin crack forever She rather be ina shop right, getting bags together Passing endeavors, wont allow me to get work Forced me to get work On apps they ask if you ever been to jail, like if I say yes you'll hire me NIGGA DON'T LIE TO ME!!! I gotta lil sister that's nine Plus moms is chillin, wit some new dude I think she feeling But he don't help with the bills and I'm back on the script So we don't go broke, I'm back to this hammer that I hafta tote Stash ya kno, I'm killin em, only nigga on the Ave. with coke Only man in the house, I gotta bring in cash And those two chicks a month that mom get don't last Lil Sally still young she developing fast Oh, you thinking the same thing, it's a hell of a task Then it clicked me, plain close, cops came to get me But knew that I had mine on threaten to hit me And I moved swiftly, said they had a warrant They knew about it all they said they had an informant I'm back in this caged up cell With the apes in jail, now I'm back in this eight by twelve See I tried to live right But society ain't made for niggaz to live right Mommy just write Mommy make sure Sally keep her shit tight And 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 you should But this is what it's like in the hood [repeat] [Joey as Sally] My names Sally, and I'm from Queens I'm not happy Dad pasted away, moms remarried I gotta big bro, but he's in jail Moms said for some things that he used to sell And I'm always with step-dad, his names Beau And theres some things about him that my mom don't kno And he says if I tell that it won't be pretty And I'm really scared of em, he's already hit me He touches me places I don't like it And I ain't talking bout a hug or goodbye kiss I mean touch me places that's private And he don't just touch he put summin inside it He says the more he does that, I'll start to like it Hand over my mouth so I'm quiet Moms only wit 'em cuz our money is low I'm sixteen but I'm shaped like a twenty year old And my moms in love so she makes excuses But she looks at me and sees scrapes and bruises Why step daddy gotta take me thru this Help, somebody, I'm getting raped I cant do this Nobody understands I'm weary Get goosebumps anytime a man come near me Know how it feel to have a man use you for a cushion All the while moaning and pushin You try to push him, he's getting bothered You yell and you scream but he starts going harder Trust me, it's summin you don't wanna be apart of Cuz even when it's over, your life, it'll scare ya Visit my bro, he can tell I'm sad Staring hard at my stomach he can tell I'm fat He can tell I'm mad But step daddy touched me, fucked me, you think that I can tell him that? Beau called the cops on him, could I tell him that? Yep, thought you'd agree so I keep it all to me Baby on the way, and I'm not working And I kno it's his cause I used to be a virgin Derrick says he'll handle it, wipe my tears He don't know, this is what it's like for years And it falls on def ears Damn mommy please come home, please mommy don't leave us alone Some secrets are hard to keep Some secrets make it hard to sleep And sleep is the only time I feel safe Still the act haunts me, and I kno I'ma wake up with step daddy on me: [Chorus] [Joey as Beau] My names Beau, gotta chick named Pam that I live with But she's always in church, real religious I hadda son he was young he was gifted Til a nigga killed him a week before Christmas Three shots close range with a handgun I knew before I met Pam that it was Pam's son I knew when I pulled the Mill out harder And went on a manhunt just to kill they father Derrick and my boy hadda mutual friend That put me on doing what I gotta do for revenge Derricks coming home now, and he's gonna get it And I kno he'll be lookin for me with a biscuit Not hard to find, got them teks in handy, and I'm in his house having sex with him family I got his mom on the bed and the canopy And I'm with his sister molesting her candy Now he kno it all His friend prolly told em, and you can't hide nothing ina hood so small But then it came Sunday, Beau ain't hafta work Just humped on Sally, Pam's in church Derrick bust in, Beau just froze White shit on his nose, Sally getting her clothes Screams, "Get ready for your funeral Beau" And then he reach to his hip and let a few of 'em go Cause he's packin but Sally starts gaspin Holdin her stomach, I guess she started having contractions Beau grabbed his, now they both got heat Just gunnin, both ignoring the seed that's coming Now Sally's in the crossfire, screams out stop Holes in the wall, now the scenes getting hott Next 30 seconds on the scene is the cops Yellow tape up, now the scenes getting blocked Barricades up, yep, you already kno y'all Ambulance there, streets full of patrol cars Cops on the mega phone, "come down now" But it all calmed down somehow Beau comes out, hands showing, carrying his arms Derrick comes down, little Sally in his arms Yep, nuttin to say, she was hit by a stray Nope! Shots done ric-o-shade, cops take him away And now some niggaz miss em But it wasn't the guns that killed Sally, nah it was the dumb niggaz wit em When we gonna learn to treat our people sacred Theres some type of way kid, we're all related When we gonna grow and get rid of the hatred Cuz this shit happens on a regular basis, this shit happens on a regular basis This type of shit happens everyday kidd [Chorus]

Times Wastin'

Fatal Hussein "In The Line Of Fire"
Verse one You can't even picture tho' examples and shit ya wrote I run up on ya faggot ass fast and slit ya throat carry my weight like luggage my bone is thuggish ruggish it's on from storm I'm wearin' the teflon vest rest in born in rubbish free spots and Ez spots rock like Holly Mzots one of the top notches of the block and I hardly touch my Pz knots three point five thirtys doin' dirty twenty five, to glit money live I flip, tell'em shit to Nix hang ya picture, throw'em all that sippin' on that, you ain't hard that ah, you fallin' to buildin' I'm like where's ya heart at I'm lack as communcations, to the nation I wanna talk Cuz, bitch wuz born to hawk, won't slove ya town and get torn apart, times wastin' Chorus [Singer]- It's the life that you live, when your hangin' on bein' a thug, and you tryin' to get you shit off how do you do it? How do you swing it? (2x) [Fatal talkin' over chorus] It's no way out the game you can't see it Verse two The devil don't want me yet, so I pack teks writin' out my will, wit a black cease a rep I handle mics, like Hardaway and never get stripped, bust ya boy shit when he ridin' on my dick nigga ya foulin' out, hackin' me wit the wack rhymes grabin' ya nine, shootin' scared tryin' snatch mine I murder niggaz, like you on the humble tip and use murderin' Al, cuz he don't bull shit they scared of me, so they ran and got they homies thinkin' the tendaroonies, Fatal dog, I'll lonely fuck me, just stuck me like you wanna love I play every co'na , and ain't a damn nigga stuck me I'm fresh out of jail, and caught a body on a hoe beatin' down slow, cuz you niggaz, don't know Chorus (2x) Verse three Immortal outlaw, come hold a mack eleven, south board my clout board, i'm clockin' spots down south soar I'm bad company, these cats be huntin' me frontin', and say they dumped at me but scared to smoke a blunt, I dump on three and act quick have shit, in ma jacket, bullet burn like acid when I fire, and rapid, you can take it from the block I'll be glockin' till I drop, a deuce deuce on my boots, wit the chocolate, on top I can't be stoped, wiled like al, named Kadafi nigga watch me, told me these streets iz black hockey told me I'll play the goalie, wit the four four caliber slipt ya mellon like galier, when i rip this bumpin up out of ya leaven hotter then scorns, hot spots and co'nas don't say I ain't wanted, when you be got you'll be co'ned these streets ain't half steppin', they got weapons for ain't shady if you ain't shelled, lately, they got places for public safety, times wastin' Chorus (4.5x)

Times Wastin'

Fatal "In the Line of Fire"
Verse one You can't even picture tho' examples, and shit ya wrote I run up on ya faggot ass fast, and slit ya throat carry my weight like luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggish it's on from storm, I'm wearin' the teflon vest rest in born in rubbish, free spots, and Ez spots rock like Holly Mzots, one of the top notches of the block and I hardly touch my Pz knots, three point five thirtys doin' dirty twenty five, to glit money live I flip, tell'em shit to Nix hang ya picture, throw'em all that sippin' on that, you ain't hard that ah, you fallin' to buildin' I'm like where's ya heart at I'm lack as communcations, to the nation I wanna talk Cuz, bitch wuz born to hawk, won't slove ya town and get torn apart, times wastin' Chorus [Singer]- It's the life that you live, when your hangin' on bein' a thug, and you tryin' to get you shit off how do you do it? How do you swing it? (2x) [Fatal talkin' over chorus] It's no way out the game you can't see it Verse two The devil don't want me yet, so I pack teks writin' out my will, wit a black cease a rep I handle mics, like Hardaway and never get stripped, bust ya boy shit when he ridin' on my dick nigga ya foulin' out, hackin' me wit the wack rhymes grabin' ya nine, shootin' scared tryin' snatch mine I murder niggaz, like you on the humble tip and use murderin' Al, cuz he don't bull shit they scared of me, so they ran and got they homies thinkin' the tendaroonies, Fatal dog, I'll lonely fuck me, just stuck me like you wanna love I play every co'na , and ain't a damn nigga stuck me I'm fresh out of jail, and caught a body on a hoe beatin' down slow, cuz you niggaz, don't know Chorus (2x) Verse three Immortal outlaw, come hold a mack eleven, south board my clout board, i'm clockin' spots down south soar I'm bad company, these cats be huntin' me frontin', and say they dumped at me but scared to smoke a blunt, I dump on three and act quick have shit, in ma jacket, bullet burn like acid when I fire, and rapid, you can take it from the block I'll be glockin' till I drop, a deuce deuce on my boots, wit the chocolate, on top I can't be stoped, wiled like al, named Kadafi nigga watch me, told me these streets iz black hockey told me I'll play the goalie, wit the four four caliber slipt ya mellon like galier, when i rip this bumpin up out of ya leaven hotter then scorns, hot spots and co'nas don't say I ain't wanted, when you be got you'll be co'ned these streets ain't half steppin', they got weapons for ain't shady if you ain't shelled, lately, they got places for public safety, times wastin' Chorus (4.5x)

Hail Mary

EMINEM
[Eminem] Makaveli rest in peace Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body Miles like a .12 gauge shotti [Chorus 2x] [Eminem] You ain't a killa, you a pussy That exstacy got you all emotional and moushy Bitches wearin rages in photos, Ja's words bein quoted In the SOURCE, stealin 'Pac's shit like he just wrote it You loud mouth, pray to god, hope that no one's listenin See 50 comin for me, I'ma guard my, my position No one will pay attention To me, please Gotti, here I go Gimme this pill, exstacy got me feelin so Invincible Now all of a sudden I'm a fuckin mad man who screams Like I'm 'Pac but I'm not, enemies, Hennesy Actin like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm CRAZY Sweat drip, get me off this trip, someone stop this train Some say my brain is all corrupted, fuck from this shit I'm stuck, addicted from these drugs, I'ma quit Sayin mothafucka's name's before someone fucks me up Ain't no pussies over here, partner, see you hell, fucker [Eminem Sings] Come get me If you mothafuckas want Shady If Pac was still here now, He would never ride with Ja Na, na, na, na ,na, na, na, na Get off that E Before you try to fuck with me It's Aftermath here now Shady Records got it locked La, la, la, la , la, la, la, la [50 Cent] Penetenturies is packed with promise makers Never realized the precious time them bitch niggas is wastin Insitutionalize, my bitches bring me product by the bundles Hustle hard from the cell, G-Unit mothafucka, WE BALLIN Catch me countin trees when I'm callin Can you set my car, Ceo let me sip on Henessy, Can I sips some more? Hell, I done been in jail, I ain't scared Momma checkin in my bedroom, I ain't there I got a head with no screws in it Mothafuckas think they can stop 50... they losin it Lil' nigga named Ja, thinks he live like me Talkin about he left the hospital, took 9 like me [50 Cent] You lil fantasies nigga I'll be ?? When that lil sweet ass comin out of the closet now he wonderin why DMX blow tha mouth next time grown folks talkin bitch close your mouth Peep me I take this war shit deeply Seen too many real niggas ballin like these bitch niggas beat me yous a mothafuckin punk and you see me with gloves quit havin those fuckin kids with ya ulgy ass mom and you can tell them niggas you roll with whatever you want but you and i know whats goin on Nigga pay back I know your bitch ass from way back Witness be strap with max You know I don't play that All these old rappers tryin to advance its all over now -- take it like a man HAHA--Irv lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick tryin to playa hate on my shit- made of fat dick Lovin htis shit hats how you made me-feelin like I got you niggas crazy, i like Against all odds up with my dogs mothafuckas now It'll be the realist shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio gettin blow to the truest shit i ever spoke??? [Busta Rhymes:] Hey yo I'm one of tha most humble, rep the streets to tha core Hey Jeffrey, What the fuck you come involve with me for? You spent a long time comin like a bless and a check you see 106 and park fans don't even fuckin respeck you Its kinda funny when ya be pol fake like like you thug runnin around talkin shit that he ain't even capable of now let me OFF this cock sucka watch me handle you nigga If i recall Violator use to manage you nigga then took a closer look and realized you was an empostor theres never been a Violator on a Murda Inc rosta. Dumb ass now who shoop?-- Ah made you look, you said Busta in the same oh hook, You Stupid if yall shoot I take a look at ya man tha bitch shot himself infront of Def Jam chedda bar bass nigga start adjustin ya plan you let the streets down nigga-(a) Pologize to ya fans watch ya pull a lil stunt like we ain't know where you are ya lil fanny desperate be tryin while we establish a buzz I know tha shit is drivin you crazy You wonderin how The streets ain't never want you Beatrice what you gonna do now? Now if you wanna beef with me, then i'm beefin with you I think about tha game and what a slight AH--WHERE WOULD I BE WITHOUT YOU You finished I ain't tryin to complete this just because I'm cool shouldn' take my kindness for weakness [Busta speakin in background] Ooh shit ha ha That was fun Next time you got a problem with me, Address me before you make shit a public issue and i'm gone, return back to my regular self and have fun again

There's Been A Murder

JAY-Z "Vol. 3... Life And Times Of S. Carter"
[*BLAM BLAM*] [*woman screaming in pain*.. cops yelling 'Go! Go! Go! Go!'] [*police sirens*] [Hook:] {sung vocals} Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh I ahh, think there's been a.. I.. I think there's been a.. Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh I ahh, think there's been a.. I.. I think there's been a.. [Jay-Z] I hustle from, night to morning, dawn to dusk Kidnap and robberies like, (c'mon nigga) 'You goin with us' I held roundtable meetings so we could go on and discuss not only money but all the emotions goin through us Why we don't cry when niggaz die, that's how the street raised him Look in the air, say a prayer (hail mary) hopin God forgave him Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavement We live dangerous, often findin ourself in the eyes of strangers (Who the fuck is you) My dream is big and in it my team is rich as seen through the eyes of a nigga who ain't seen shit Back to live action, I'm packin, I'm still in the mix like new hits, I think I'm goin over your head a lil' bit But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town Stay free and be who I'm professional known as now Jay-motherfuckin-Z; and with that said back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh [Hook] [Jay-Z] My infatuation with autos led to autos gettin sprayed Houses gettin broken in, quarters gettin trayed Bricks gettin chopped, mom's pots gettin used One thrown in that water, try the soda in there too Expensive shoes worn, Louis Vuitton seat, roof gone Coke cheap, my face is like a coupon I gotta do Shawn, cause even when Jay-Z was lukewarm I was gettin my loot on, nigga I'm too strong Eat til the food's gone, they placed me on this earth The twin brother of rich/poor though, seperated at birth I got the soul of a hustler, quiet noise like a muffler Fuck with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us Learn why we buck at the guys that come up with us Ain't enough bucks for us to split in this shit Plus ain't nobody lovin us; and with that said back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh [Hook] [Jay-Z] See my life is like a see-saw And until I move this weight it's gon' keep me to the floor Travel with me through my deep thoughts Y'all can't learn Jigga by the shit y'all be readin in The Source; It's deeper of course Follow the life of this reckless minor At sixteen in the 600, unlicensed driver Playin, cops and robbers, like shots can't stop us Flippin a bird to the choppers (fuck you coppers) Buck-thirty on the turns Reckless abandon, when I'm standin on this pedal Hand on my metal, minus all this time they tryin to give me Lord help me, all I ever wanted to be was wealthy or somebody to tell me that they felt me I tried to play the hand you dealt me but you gave me five funnies an' shit I was hungry I need menage money Nothin less than a 520; and with that said back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is *BLAM* {Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh}

Straight Loonie

Keith Murray "The Most Beautifullest Thing in This World"
featuring Redman Erick Sermon Intro: Redman Huahhhhh! Ha ha ayyaah owww owww Funked out word is bond word is bond Then you ayyyayyyah ha In the mother in the motherfuckin house With a dick in your mouth Word is bond word is bond Verse One: Erick Sermon I freak a technique Goin Way Back like Just Ice And don't think twice because I'm nice I come from the Mothership unknown to man With a blunt in my hand, a mic in the other hand God damn I slam I jam like this Sure nuff, my rap style is Cold Crush And plus, I tears the roof off the mothersucker my brother, fly shit that makes Stevie Wonder Heyyyy, who can it be now watch out It's the E live in 3-D with Keith and R-E-D I gets down for my troops And I ahh... get-it get-it get-it like Luke For those, who don't believe my skills get these I got mad expertise, for all you duck MC's I'm funky like G Thing my nigga I wanna know who's up in here, before I pull the trigger [Is New York up in here? HELL YEAH Is Def Squad up in here? HELL YEAH Is NJ up in here? HELL YEAH The Green Beret's up in here! HELL YEAH] Verse Two: Redman Verbally, I sew the brains up like Trapper John M.D. got nine millis made of lacquer Count Dracula, back with the, tow-truck with the Get Biz like Mark fuel-injected like Maximus My style sicker than an AIDS victim drinkin forty-five malt liquors I roll the spliff up The underground, slam, shock like Shazam Check my Jams get Def when I kick Methods like Man Computerized Robocop sounds I drop in sequence Funky to death so ask that old bitch where the beef went When I do em, I glue em, stick em like Patrick Ewing My shit bumps like Puerto Rican people moved in next door, I get raw with the grrrahhhh! Call four-one-one cause I'm Ghetto Red Hot Bo bo bo! Funk Doctor Spock catch a bruisin My style gets respect fifty Muslims You hang on strings like loose ends, with my hands on the nine Watch yo nugget bitch, I get busy with mines [How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines) How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines) How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines) How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines It's Keith Murray)] Verse Three: Keith Murray I come rollin in when I see that low flow Heckuva foe, heard a gun and settled for a metaphor I'm naive between the sleeves of the sheets Murderin, who should ever try to fuck with me Murray word is bond gets it on And ready to blow any nigga out the cypher of the sniper hype at dawn Long live Def to the Squad And we smokin everybody out there, shit it ain't that hard I brings classic drama microphone enbalmer Have your momma beg behind bars for your kidneys tomorrow My murderous apprentice E Dub Makes hard funk beats that I become part of When I be like A-E-I-O-U or battle Niggaz be like who who who who who like night owls The most beautifullest thing in this world is I shitted, and y'all was with it dig it

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