You can always count on me. . [Joe Budden - Verse 1]. I got no time to be wasteful, treat my time like its rare. I appalled at the fact that you think I got it to spare.
Whatever it takes, to find a way. To find a way. To find a way. I'ma do whatever it takes, to find a way. To find a way. To find a way. I'ma do, Whatever it takes to find a way.
[Joe Budden - Verse 1]. They say the World's coming to an end, homie I don't care. Bullet proof in my closet that I don't wear. Niggas talk behind my back as if I won't hear.
How can you just leave me standin,. Alone in a world thats so cold,. Maybe I'm just to demandin,. Or maybe I'm just like my father, too bold,. Maybe I'm just like my mother,.
Woooh. The weekend is here... (Aye). Which only means one thing. It's time to call up that old faithful weekend warrior.. And ladies if you don't know what the weekend warrior is, 9 times out of 9 you are definitely the weekend warrior.
[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]. I hate why'all duuuuuuudes. That get real life and rap confuuuuuuused. Don't get it fucked up, and don't get shoooot. Tryin to be somethin you're nooooot.
(featuring Stack Bundles). . [Joe Budden]. Nah mean, fuck niggaz (Joey!). King of New Jersey (It's, it's). It's what? (It's that On Top...). Still talkin that shit...(We got this locked, it's in the pocket).
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Busta Rhymes, Slum Village. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Flipmode Squad. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Where do we go from here?. Hopefully to the top, beneath the frame ock. Fallin' from the sky, similar to rain drops. Tryin' to make a little heat, keep the flame hot.
First class. Full blast. Smash. Everything, women wiggle that ass. All my niggas analyze the color contrast. Live parallel, bound, shake control that ass.
First class. Full blast. Smash. Everything, women wiggle that ass. All my niggas analyze the color contrast. Live parallel, bound, shake control that ass.
[ Intro ]. Yo, uh. . [ Verse 1 ]. I don't drive a Bentley, or a Benz or a Beamer. I don't drive an Audi or a Lamborghini either. I don't push a range round town just to act paid.
Party!. (Okay party people in the house). . Yo yo, in the place to be. My name is MC Ice-T. I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me. We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good?.
Ice-T, nigga. Representin. Strictly Westside, nigga. South Central in the muthafuckin hiddouse. Check the technique, nigga. Representin for my real niggas out there.
[Intro: Ice-T Talking]. ooohh, that's what I'm talkin' about. Ice Berg, 2006, remember this. . [Chorus:]. Go Ice man. Walking in the rain with the people that I love, feels so fine "uha".
attention!. at this moment you are now listening to an Ice-T LP. if you are offended by words like. shit, bitch, fuck, dick, ass, hole, cunt,. dirty bitch, low motherfucker, nigga, hooker, slut, tramp,.
It's goin down. From the Ammo Dump. I got my nigga SLJ and DJ Aladdin. Droppin the fat tracks. Hit em with it. Syndicate's in the muthafuckin house. All duck MC's get flat, muthfuckas.
[Hook: Sticky Fingaz]. Niggas sleeping better WakeDaFucUp. This weed habit, drink the fuck up!. Bloody murder, you get ate the fuck up!. Your whole crew, we will break the fuck up!.
Uh, she got a cool body, damn she got a cool body. . What I'm a tell you what to do with your hands for?. Much less your dirty ass shoes on the dance floor?.
Melanin on melanin. Your dude need to recharge off your velvet skin. Make 'em feel like, like twelve again. Soon as you give the green light I'm delvin' in.