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JOE BUDDEN lyrics - Mood Muzik 3: For Better Or For Worse

I'm Serious (Long Way To Go)

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[Intro - Joe Budden - talking] Ya mean? (my niggaz, uh) Uh, talk to 'em [DJ On Point - talking over Intro/Chorus] (This shit right here is called Long Way To Go) Featuring Mr. Probz Shout out to Soulsearchin' on the beat [Chorus - Mr. Probz - w/ ad libs] Feet are tired and the pain shows It's such a long way to go now, such a long way to go Gotta be strong by myself now, such a long road My soul's so cold, weak in all my bones But I gotta work hard just to reach my goals Such a long way to go, so many miles left but I'm here now, yeah (DJ On Point) [Verse 1 - Joe Budden] Yo, yo, please Lord somethin gotta give (dog) They say for every negative, there's a positive (dog) But I ain't positive, for every buck deposited (dog) We still in the hood, livin like hostages and never mind colleges School of Hard Knocks scholarship, dealin with politics I would just sell success in the store, if I could bottle it But, I ain't a millionaire, won't see me in Forbes son Life is like a (Beach Chair), when you can afford one (oh!) Ruger loaded, just in case the war come Might as well, everything is comin to the forefront Need a clear head just to think And fuck a (Drink N My 2 Step) nigga, I'm two steps from a drink The pressure either bust pipes or it make diamonds No matter how high up the mountain, I stay climbin Freedom I keep chancin (oh) So if I fall like Beyonce, I just get back up and keep dancin [Chorus - w/ ad libs] (Yo Mouse, talk to 'em) [Break - Joe Budden] Never been a goal that I couldn't reach (uh) Never been a lesson I couldn't teach I done been through the World and back Fuck school, I got all the facts All I do is stand tall (stand tall) When they got my back against the wall When it's game time, all we do is ball My niggaz'll be here in one call (one call), one call (one call) When shit get heavy, all I do is pick up the phone Ain't gotta go through nothin alone When shit get heavy, all I do is pick up the phone Ain't gotta walk through this World alone, if I'm on my own [Break 2 - Mr. Probz] Keep on standin on my own two feet Everytime that I cry, when I sweat, when I bleeeeed See nothin can stop me, no nothin except meeeee [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Verse 2 - Joe Budden] Uh, let me talk to 'em real quick, la-look, look I'm chasin after pies With bags under my eyes You lookin at my representative mask, it's a disguise And I don't do things like I used to The past is the past (but I'm), I'm presently thinkin about the future Certain niggaz bettin I fall I'm speed joggin through the quicksand, I'm jugglin three medicine balls See I'm comin up, used20to share a room with two cellmates Now I tower over the Devil but this ain't "Hell Date" Long way to go, I see my feet gettin blisters I dare 'em talk to me like Mike Richards Or play Don Imus and think it's cool to disrespect our sisters I guess we got a while 'fore they actually get the picture I think about Virginia Tech, think about Katrina Niggaz that caught Sean Bell slippin with the nina A day before the wedding, safety off the weapon Though all these things play in my head, I keep steppin (oh!) [Chorus - w/ Joe Budden ad libs] [Outro - Joe Budden - talking] That On Top Music! Naw mean? Uh, a uh, uh, Joey Team Jump Off Oh, uh, you in that? Yes! [DJ On Point - talking over Outro] Shout out to My nigga Burr, Roundtable Management Can't forget my nigga LRM, follow the future

One, Method Man, KAM---Bulworth (They Talk About It While We Live It)

[Featuring KRS-One, Method Man, KAM] [Prodigy] Aiyyo, wordup Dunn Man you know how I feel Gotta be more to it than this, word up *Doing an impression of Scarface* This what it's all about Dunn? Uh? Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking (Can't understand) Whattup, I don't know baby Nah man, it's not, it's not yo word up I'm tellin you right now I know this shit though, aiyyo Disagreeable, foul energy, tryin to absorb my energy, knowin it's the strength of me Take a few to give me a edge My green light shine bright, Kryptonite type Fully operational, my physical cream Put the bottles of smoke down, pick up a magazine Popped it inside the AR-15 Put it aside, round up the regime While you rely on religion, I hold a nine on the mission, to pull fire on your opposition Revelation was the vision of this Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shit My story goes back to them lost Pyramids I'm seeing things that you won't believe exists He use a Lunar-tick, suspended in time Dunn The secondary light got your mind You rock the fatigues, to squab until ?popular? guns But are you really prepared, for the things to come? [KRS-One] Check it out True underground sound from the Boogie Down Uptown Downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces Calling out these racists, at Rolling Stone Spin Details and other places, KRS is The Source Fuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off course You'll print about Black Mayors, Black Senators Why you ain't got no Black Editors? Everytime I do an interview in Rolling Stone They sendin me a writer that look like he's Home Alone Ignorant, to the culture and the microphone This has got to stop -- your whole spot is blown sky high, battle why try? My view is bird's eye, scopin with my third eye You don't understand, why you're publically banned until you recognize the writing skills of a black man Black Editor, all of us ain't thuggin Gossiping over who's homosexual Some of us are Black Intellectuals, up in Harlem World You can't get with me, so now in Midtown you wanna stop and talk to me? Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication? Look I'm burnin this [Method Man] How many didn't want to see it happen Street moves, live from Staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin Hate to see a brother do good through legal action So you sabotage and throw a Def in the Squad Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po flashin these Dark Soul Assassins, Jake's hate the Gods with a passion So I keep it movin in an orderly, fashion Pedal to the floor -- peep the Jim Crow law, mind control theory Y'all niggaz don't hear me, Generation Next Droppin fast who's next, next to get wet by the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie is reality the truth, the whole truth and nothin but the truth, taste is the proof These niggaz want the Juice, and in the crossfire be the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they shoot [KAM] What kind of party is this, it's that political kind Where America's best, most hypocritical minds Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind And for the right dollar sign, do white collar crime behind suits, and clean shaves I confuse em and use em as tools and slaves Because my schools is graves and jobs is plantations -- I robs the damn nation so I can live in luxury, you fucks with me You marryin the dirt and I'ma throw in the tux for free I tell the people what they wanna hear I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every year So when the coast is clear, I stop duckin and start back doin dope, cussin and fuckin I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks That's my style, my pol-i-tricks Triple-Six convicts, lyin is automatic in the government, Republican or Democratic Fuck Freedom, Justice and Equality Nigga just accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy

Who Cares

DJ Pooh "Bad Newz Travels Fast"
featuring Threat Hook: No worse scared can't get away Dumpin' with them funky rhymes Pullin' out niggas frontin' like snobs Nowhere 2 hide [Threat] I deliver to you the new blueprints Vocal instruments phat like them Goodyear blimps We pimps Beats Put 'em in the streets Twenty four hours seven days a week I kick science but they still haven't learned Step beyond the point of no return get wet The rhythmic, hypnotic ear narcotics Strictly for fanatics and the gangbang addicts Uh, around the globe follow ya nose Down with the underground from my head to my toes Ride the groove like a three day cruise Peace to the east but the west coast rules The chocolate child unleashed out the wild Break the Richter scale and make the party shake tails Baddest on the atlas just tryin' to stay down You gotta get up I get off or get clowned Hook [Threat] I came across a close shave runnin' with them renegades All on display on K-T-L-A I hate to do it but I'm stupid don't test me Unless ya wanna get your new clothes all messy We fed 'em loot but they still insist to spit words But they can't fuck with this they get swerved Graduated old school G degree Calm down the savage in any MC North, south, east, west But simply hittin' 'em with the melody I possess So raise your hands up high and get all the way with it It's the joint, bodies get the munches when they hit it Like that Yep bigger fatter than the piece Inflation went up and make the killin' increase So long for the plan you was plottin' Cause it's long and forgotten once your style turned rotten Hook [Threat] It's the mad maestro and it ain't no other Turn milk into honey and make bread off butter I hold the title in the middle of my palm For makin' freaks dance on the floor till dawn Make way let me show you how it's done It's a party and the playerhatin' niggas can't come Got rhymes on my pad and they all hit rock Don't sleep cause the sheep just might be a fox On a hunt Hot on the trail Hoe givin' up the drawers cause a nigga in jail On the bottom of the ocean to the top of the hill MC can't deal with my hi-tech skills They tight tight last all night Buckle up for safety and prepare to take flight Destination on to the next plateau It's the Zuu in the house you can't funk with the flow Hook

In Your World

TWISTA "Mobstability"
(feat. Speedknot Mobstaz, Christopher Williams) [Chorus] (Let me in your world) I rock your body all night Sip on some () drink to make you feel right Lay on the waterbed and hold you real tight I be makin' you feel nice if you let me in your world I can rock your body all night Sip on some () drink to make you feel right Lay on the waterbed and hold you real tight I be makin' you feel nice if you let me in your world (Let me in your world) [Twista] Hey love, what's up, come give me a kiss Have you ever seen a po pimp with eyes as pretty as this And still be the rawest, spittin' flawless game while I get my G's I hit my B's, pullin' up on fees I bet I get piece 'Cause I'm impressin', lovin', when I'm kissin' and huggin' All into good rushin', touchin', better roll when I flush 'em I'm causin' concussion, sportin' pellet, come here baby My way will change, I used to kinda rugged my day Let's dance, while we get our groove on I get known If it's on, then Lexus she gon' get home First get bucked up and sip on G on the room and drink po wine up in the whirlpool Don't leave my comb and pearl too Leavin', let the girl cool my world, ooh I like to get down, straight up you're freaky You wanna meet me, just beep me, take the () and weakling Drop the top and leave haters wishin' the (....) Let's keep it a hood thang, you get busy on wool grain I treat you precious as diamond rings, so don't cut me up I start the fussin', I'ma get the bustin', now no thang, I gotta give it up 'Cause all your love can make the hardest thug cry like a dove Pull my mink over your shoulders when we leave out the club Ain't no need to knock a con, I'm feelin' like Chaka Kahn She the bomb like Lebanon, still fine with no Revlon Just let the Don inside, I promise pleasure and sweat I guarantee you ain't gon' be no regrets If you just let me get it wet [Chorus] [Christopher Williams] Baby I'm fine, want you to be on my pager I wanna know you, we can kick it like players (....) make me really want you Let me in your world How can a man leave a woman like you're lonely But still some phonies, call me when you need me Sit down with my homies, pull up in my Lexus Let me in your world [Liffy Stokes] I need love, it's off the hizze, think you can please me Don't hurt me, take it easy girl, we on the E-Way You know you met me when I crashed the bar And why'd you kissin' on my neck, I'm 'bout to crash the car So pass the 'la, relax baby it ain't far Since you started askin' me questions on gossip about stars Girl you better be on script on who you with She's been forcin' Liffy Stokes from the mobsta click [Mayz] I'm chillin' at the click, with nums getting numb, I bumps Tryin' to find a cutie to kickin' with, watch the risin' sun Here she comes with them big legs, no fat on the back What's up shorty, can we kick it tonight and choke on the sack Come see as I foreplay, freaky at this slow-ass track Big and black, had attention ready to dig in that So what we just met, that don't mean I won't give you respect I just fight the temptation to get your body real wet [Christopher Williams] Ahh, keep givin' them hand claps, baby Watch them speakers be harmed And the bass be soft, ooh Ahh, keep givin' them hand claps, baby Watch them speakers be harmed And the bass be soft, ooh [Twista] On my elevator you can feel our love rise to the top 'Cause on the way up to my condo, your ears pop When I hit the lock I'm a villain, the mobstas make the killin' As we lay on my waterbed with the mirrors on the ceiling The wall too, got friends that's all true, I call Cru Tryin' to fall too, I got tall brew, it's all you Or like I be, let's shoot up to the club, like two tattoos VIP, who gets who, no dancing with two left shoes Do that fool, do that, do that, who that creeps on my hood Do I see my nigs thuggin' but, dawg, y'all lookin' good Ballers please, it's a straight playas party, can't fuck with these Champagne and Henessies for my G's and stuck a piece, and uh Haters please, no bustin' we up in place Put 'em in the trunk, the flame When I'm tryin' to get up with 'what's her name' The precious tonight I met, let's ride, I feel this like a set While you're dancing, I'ma kiss off the sweat That's how you let me get it wet [Chorus] [Christopher Williams] Baby I'm fine, want you to be on my pager I wanna know you, we can kick it like players (....) make me really want you Let me in your world How can a man leave a woman like you're lonely But still some phonies, call me when you need me Sit down with my homies, pull up in my Lexus Let me in your world Let me in your world

Make Em' Say Uhh!

MASTER P "Ghetto D"
*dialtone, touch tone buttons being pushed, phone rings twice* No Limit Studios, whassup Who dis is Who dis is Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this Oh dis P P! *said with disbelief* Yeah dis P! P! (Yeah) Well if this P lemme hear ya say ungggggggggggh UngnGNGYAHAHgngnnghh *voice cracking* This ain't no motherfuckin P! Man, hang the phone up [MP] Ungggggghh, na-nah na-nah [MP] Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH) Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah) [Master P] Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin tank Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank 3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats Convicts and dealers, and killers with TRU tats Never gave a fuck bout no hoes on our riches And niggaz come short, I'm diggin ditches M.P. pullin stripes, commander-in-chief And fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin out some teeth I'm down here slangin, rollin with these hustlers Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas Steppin on cold, break a niggaz nose In the projects niggaz anything goes Breakin fools off cause I'm a No Limit soldier At ease now salute, this pass me the doja Chorus: Master P and No Limit Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH) Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah) (repeat 3X) [Fiend] Fiend exercisin this right, of exorcism bustin out the expedition Bullets choppin haters business to about the size of prisms our mission They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary No tellin how bad it get, because the worst'll vary I heard you make em worry, that this for the loot They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot Tank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store, cause they know everything Fiend know, mean mo' money mo' Little Fiend still want the greens, the cornbread and the cabbage In your hood, remindin you bitches of who the baddest Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick em up My UNGGGGGGH went twice (ungh, ungh) And ended with nine, get em Chorus (2X) [Silkk the Shocker] P gon' make ya say UNGGGGGGH, I'ma make you say OWWWWWWWW I'm not Eric B but guaranteed to Move this motherfuckin Crowd I stay on like light switches, money, cause I like riches Hittin nothin but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya Nigga make em say nah-nah-nah, don't trip After I bust yo' shit, then after that say na-nah-nah-nah I hang with niggaz, I do my thang with niggaz (unggggh) They wanna know if I gangbang, cause I hang with a whole gang of niggaz So when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick Cause I got a, vicious right hand but ya know what My left is quick! Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence You might be right cause I'll step in the club and say somethin to get that motherfucker start to, fightin!! (Bout it!!) Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through P-G never fuckin knockin niggaz cause I make em all see 3-D And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back I run this motherfucker, TRU niggaz And I, betcha y'all niggaz ya say, Bet! Chorus (2X) [Mia X] We capitalize and monopolize on everything we see keep pistols drawed and cocked, we got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot Check the spots that we got, on Billboard This Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin all you hoes Want some mo Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin caskets We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto So feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin 10 niggaz Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia The Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater, believe her Or see her, and get that ass embarrassed If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away So stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin Chorus (2X) [Mystikal] Hi I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe when they won't know how to do it You could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker with the braids in his hair Usin limos and choppers too I done paid my dues, but still played the blues Nigga play me like you was scared to lose I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news I was a No Limit nigga, makin major moves I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop You can't stop me, so bitch don't try we We TRU soldiers, we don't die We keep rollin, na-nah-nah-nah-nah All aboard, bitch it's like a choir inside The group goin hallelujah Niggaz goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors Bitches be sayin he there, we there, BEWARE!!! C there, Silkk there Fiend there, Mamma there, P there Ain't no salary cap, on top of my dollars I roll with nothin, but them No Limit riders I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high Watch how many bitches get wild, na-nah na-nah Chorus and fade

All Got Our Runnings

Again I step out of my yard Head swings 'round, clocks my landlord Start chippin' up the road 'cause I owe him three weeks dough The ships sinkin' telly's on the blinkin' in the pub it's one beer to last all evening Later on chips for feeding When the quids are down try sneakin' a bottle of brandy round bouncers into the Ministry of Sound, scores, Moffat, back indoors with a profit 'Cause they do say that having no money forces one to make the right choices on life each day If you can't pay you can't play Success hides a multitude of sins but I aint succesful and my piggy bank's still in the bin Been there since I was a kid Going 'round in circles not being careful but say, I get paid on friday Can't wait to live life my way Cause on the streets I'm just a geezer I've gotta make ends meet, yeah Gotta do what I need to Shit, we all got our runnings now On the streets I'm just a geezer I've gotta make ends meet, yeah Gotta do what I need to Shit, we all got our runnings now +2x Brut pocket I'm back in the Burassic seat again After spending sixty pound last week on beers with friends Brought it all on myself see, granted now I'm scoring draw for everyone to get my next splif sorted Hang 'round mums house to get smothered God no tins in cupboard this week Hold on to your seat, cos it's all gone a bit Pete Live for the moment said he, wrong! Downing beers out of my tree Now the moment's passed the cash is a distant memory You know things are bleak When you're tellin' the birds you asked out last week, that things are busy When really you got no dough in the piggy Two days after payday's clocked and it's in The Black Dog stuffin' them socks into pool table pockets Cause on the streets... x4 I'm skint, got no moolah Need to get some colour in my cheeks says mom That will be my English inner city tan I'm skinny like a woman Need to get some punan through the door 'Please sir, can I have some more' Oi, oi! Lend me a tenner so I can go to the chips shop, twentyfour hour garage and then for a quick top, this time opting for the reassuringly cheap option When the quids are down my Schott hoodie's my ball gown my essential accessory is my bad day frown, cause Life in the third class carriage can be evil, when your only ticket to freedom is a permit to travel Sir Uncle Shiner, you best go get the spade and dig me a grave Cause I can't pay the rent but I got hundred and nine pound pair of trainers on Cause on the streets... x4 La la la And then this geezer turned round to me and said 'What are you doing you twat' And I was like 'What the fu*k is this, what are you saying you div' Oi, that's it.

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