old school mouse

joe budden

you now listenin to a different type of boss

abstract

they cut him from a different type of clothe

jers say that mouths want a different type of soft

only started when i was lookin at different type of lofts

told em

i'm a don

show me somethin with a pool next

i need four bathrooms

it ain't gotta be a duplex

white tee

boots yes

see 'em in a suit next

or somethin european shirt lookin like a two x

runnin for the ball like i'm plaxico burress

or in cancun breakin a back on a brunette

gimmicks down pat like they rehearse that much

i don't response to a sublime

it ain't hurt that much

yea i scream out jers that much

cause these other dudes fightin for new york like it's worth that much

and these sitcom niggaz caress and hold bitches

to them they 'golden girls'

to me

they old bitches

chicks lookin at g-ucons lookin to cheat you

owe a nigga money

you know he lookin to see you!

niggaz lookin to beat you

fiend treat the hood like its saw part two

cause they just lookin for needles

i wake up grateful that i'm breathin first

cause dudes'll kill you

they don't need a reason first!

these niggaz'll still hit em

they know the hood is too poor to hire csi

and gil grissom

nowadays

gotta keep a blue steel wit em

i know about snakes

cause i used to deal wit em

used to give my heart

used to rob

steal

wit em

let 'em meet mom

share my last meal wit em

to rap now

you ain't gotta have skill wit em

just appeal.witta lil bit a' rhythm

a dude has that and ready to attack y'all

you gotta kiss ass or else you get blackballed

if you don't like niggaz

still give 'em dap y'all

i swear to god this hip hop shit is a trap y'all

i don't even remember how i used to act y'all

something wrong wit the math

i know i can add y'all

i came out screamin desert storm everyday

and soon as i stop

he don't wanna play

stacks sayin what you did for clue

shit i just laced it

i didn't even know that dude was doin his tape

shiiiitt

he don't want the fame no more

its fuckin wit me

don't hear reasonable doubt the same more

i can't listen to blueprint

got a resentment toward hov

tryin to hate on em

throwin in my two cent

they say don't bite the hand that feeds you

even if i wanted to

i can't

no teeth to

don't get me wrong

i still got love for clue and hov

but they both rich

so what that gotta do wit joe?!

i gotta bring home food for joe.trey that is. like

fuck why i say that shit?!

see

girl why you take that shit

but it's just how i feel

so naw

don't erase

that shit

child supports a bitch

but i take care of mine

but the lord just say i ain't there for mine

and the judge i look at

don't wanna hear

nor do he understand that things got pushed back

i'm sittin here with all this anger

stop me

he's like what about this thing called a gangsta party?

must think i live life like it's a gangsta party!

i'm 10 seconds away from a gangsta robbery

nigga!

no four leaf clover

i can't luck up

feel like removin the seeds and gettin fucked up

feelin quick temper

somebody bound to get fucked up

i feel like everyone around me's a fuck up

ratchet on me

i'm screamin out what what

bout to live life like my last buck's up

i ain't got time to run around stuck up

not when i just seen a group of niggaz gettin stuck up

so you damn right

i'm on my grind

look like some shit is on my mind niggaz

need to talk

but nobody to turn to

so i go to horoscopes in the jersey journal

it's always somethin bad

i don't know why i read it

then i play it off

its fake

i don't believe it!

smoking like two packs a day

still got about five cartridges stashed away

and that's just were i'm at today

i'll be in a better place if i just pass away

just hop in the casket and lay

that's old school mouse

move on

put the past away

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