Thou Shall Not Fall Lyrics - Mood Muzik 3: The Album - Joe Budden

[Verse 1] 

Look, I'm on a war path 

Tell the opposition 

Naw keep it to yourself, I'm my only competition 

But keep the hate coming 

I love the criticism 

But understand I'm successful by my own admission 

I never had shit 

But a bad bitch 

Naw let me stop lying mostly they was average 

If you'd say my voice would be heard by the masses 

A dust head nigga from Jerz I wouldn't grasp it 

Questions you can ask it 

Teamed up with the Klasix 

Working on a classic, smash hits, and that's it 

Maybe niggas thought my knees gonna buckle 

Newport in my mouth with two G's on the buckle 

Got more now than them few G's when I hustle 

Spanish broad with them two D's like I love you 

But sexy lady it was nice to know you gotta move on 

They can't chink my armor a nigga to strong 

I think niggas is shady but the proofs gone 

I put the jewels on cause fools thought it was gone 

You've been warned 

[Verse 2] 

I tried to told dudes way back in 02 

That eventually the game would go back to being soul food 

I mean soulful while everything is woeful 

I try to stay fresh like whole foods on the pro tools 

But Mista F-A-B wanna mention him 

Fell the fuck off I won't mention him 

Only respect one Fab and I'm friends with him 

Phonte backed out I guess niggas pumped sense in him 

They went and pumped slugs in my little brother 

But dog I still love little brother 

This other guy ain't know whose dude 

Got glued to You Tube 

Hit Jin asked him if he digested his food smooth 

How you beef with Joey? 

They're queers without ears to say he ain't show out of fear 

He clear scared of the old me 

The nerve of the young folk 

Yosemite Sam is getting gun ho 

Nigga bank account got one "O" 

He could snort lines with his dick it won't come dope 

They stringing you along don't take it and try to jump rope 

Dog, this how you know you shouldn't feel glory 

Cause I ain't even show and end up being the story, I'm sorry 

[Verse 3] 

Mic check 

I need it to be known I'm grown 

I'm on some next shit 

I'm thinking oil money, Texas 

Not a necklace 

You gotta to shot at mom dukes 

Before the techs spit 

I don't go out looking for Drama like the feds did 

Music with a message 

But I'm no backpacker 

Some vengefulness in me 

But I'm no backstabber 

No baller in the strip clubs I'm throwing cash at her 

I'm trying to help shorty and her goals attach faster 

Was insecure growing up 

Niggas laughed at her 

Now she think she got some self 

worth because her ass' fatter 

I told her give yourself the ace you sew 

Next time they chain you up you 

could break through those 

Nigga call you out your name mommy break dude nose 

Gotta get you where you going might take you slow Maybe bend 

But never let'em make you fold 

Accept your short comings baby 

They gone make you whole 

I'm gone