remember the titans
joe budden
these niggas losing their minds
you find that theres no reward
they say they already home
it's really clear they abroad
they sound like they boxed in
it's not just where they record
there's a cost to be the boss they can't clearly afford
these guns like the audience
i might appear to be bored
but screaming where's my award
bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit sp
i'm coming for my moon man
you niggas slide back like that walkin on the moon dance
have some boys follow you
like you could fuck with me
dr king and def jam aint the only ones with a dream
you're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream
audi coupe looking good so i went and copped it
got that tt poppin' like a trending topic
jeff goldblum couldn't be more fly than me
shorty say right after the suck fuck proof
you hit it on the head girl
you shoulda got the message that i chuck up deuce
break em off and leave it
you seen my fucked up tooth
there's more fish in the aquarium
like when niggas ask you to marry them
there's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from
i'm just here to bury them
reporting live from the beacon
booth tired from the beatin
prepin' the beatin' the mic for a threesome
with my vocal's bi-coastal
speakin til their eyes totaled
watch the track bust once i show my dick size to the pro-tools
i teach you how to have models screaming get behind me
e-pills and maybach's aint gon matter if your tip is tiny
we could get knee deep in the beef
seek me with the heat but you'll need more to keep me on a leash
here's a cc for the peeps that wanna see me in the streets
invest in rockports and be easy on your feet
a few semi's and a few snubs to a few crips
couple vampire's and true bloods
have a hundred handing me my c-notes
i'm careful every step i take
you the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepperspray
that'd be the last mistake you ever make
me i chop his head off from a rooftop
and race it downstairs just to see if i can catch his fade
like groceries when i'm shooting at fags
make sure the breads separated and put the fruits in a bag
dudes is falling off doing all they can to save it
but everybodys run stops ask brandon jacobs
what y'all call swag to me is all faggotry
fours want blatt at me that'd equal more casualties
or get attacked with that duracell they put in your back
now thats assault and battery
you can keep the bitching to yourself
there's beams on every burner
a petition wouldn't help!
what good is having shooters if they the type that miss?
better be careful when you drive that whip
niggas put they life at risk for pies that flip
in my town ben affleck wouldnt try that shit
and if he did he'd get turned around burnt down
tell 'em new jacks it'll be a while fore they eligible to earn the crown
fucking off a sign every horoscope to wore my robes
strappin up the corner cold
getting money while i roam the coast
now make way fore it turn to diarrhea
hear a microphone will give you 3 of everything i wear yeah
get beat silly tryna lamp here
better bring your theory heat
got my mind on the cheddar kill my haters together
bury em in abundance and starve there family's stomach's
paper come in my thumbage
brand new fifties and hundreds
i'm warning them baby mothers
got the hunger of a broke rapper
kill you while i'm rollin up then smoke after
empty out the dough faster
southside nigga spittin coke at ya!
this is for the fronters and the naysayers
i'm about to scare away the drummers and the bass players
they say i'm out of my league on this one
so when i get done i want you to cut your fuckin ears off
i want you to leave this vicinity
you gon be around here bout long as justin bieber's virginity
mixed with a kill or be killed
y'all write all that hard shit then you fall right off
you won't be here tomorrow flow
i will probably adios my body with somebody toast
after that make you kiss a cactus
make the hoe give the whole clique fellatio
that wasn't the whole entourage on hbo
i just found out i could fly to dubai and hire buffy the body!
dont call us if the bitches ain't flawless
if they are then we can hang like aretha franklin bra-less
the drunk me can box like the sober you
the sober me be more nervous than waka flocka in the voting booth
we beef like being deep and dumping k's
you beef like lady gaga and her stylist
y'all get together to look good in front of a bunch of gays
my feng shui is a pump in the desert
you'll come up shorter than an asian jumping out of a trunk in the desert
while my wolfpack looks for strippers and cocaine
fiends touching they noses more than url battlers
it's hard to spit saliva when you spit fire
so i'll just pour sugar in your gas tank
put a banana in your tailpipe
so the car can fit the driver