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