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112, jump off. Yeah, y'know You wanna get right, boo, headlights blue. Don't no other mami give me head like you. I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover. Now you ain't gotta pretend like yo
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Whatchu think that all of the rumors for? Mami dude you love dick, caress and rub dick. Love street niggaz, love a thug dick. But you don't look like you gettin' enough dick. But do you * in public
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Ladies and gentlemen, you now rockin' with the best. Jersey City, stand up. Patterson, stand up. Off top, just blaze Hold up nigga, slow up nigga. Don't start a war unless your dough's up, nigga.
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I hate y'all, dudes. That get real life and rap confused. Don't get it * up and don't get shot. Tryin' to be somethin' you're not. My niggaz want war, whatchu think you good for?. I hate y'all, d
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When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep. And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep. Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see, yea. When your mind ain't right, and it
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See what I'ma do is, like. I just kinda wanna be able to, you know. Smoke by myself. Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had to feel. Without really havin' to do nothin'. So I'ma
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Calm down, calm down. Baby just calm down. She use to tell me to calm down. Moms use to tell me to calm down. Baby just calm down She use to tell me to calm down. Moms use to tell me to calm down
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I'm 'bout to say some * to you. I might need you to answer back top Bad enough that the mic give me feedback. I ain't gotta come home and see that. Let me talk to you for a minute I wanna know. I
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Come and take a walk with me. I need all of y'all to come and take a walk with me. I need for all of y'all to feel what I'm goin' through. And see what I see, if you got time then take a walk with
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Salutation, Joe Budden here. I be your host for this evening, you know. Doug B, with the banger, webb, nitty, dollar. Shouts is stupid, let that bass knock Still on your block with it. Street
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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
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I just want everybody to kinda be clear. Of what's takin' place right now. It's not an introduction, it's more like a beginning. It's like the calm before the storm. I guess you can sorta call it,
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Pump p p pump pump p p p pump. Pump p p pump pump it up. Pump p p pump pump p pump p pump. Pump p p pump pump it up. (Just Blaze). Pump p p pump pump it up. We gon do it like (Uuh, uuh, uuh). .
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Yeah the world famous DJ Clue desert storm. Jump off Joe Buddens on top. This go out to all my niggas. You ain't gotta chain but you got a. Mean muthafuckin' wrist game. All my ladies you ain't g
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Say blood, heh, heh, what's happening?. What you mean, blood? I got what you need. (Pusha man nigga). Go around this corner with me real quick. (Ohh) (* you thought?). Oh *, watch out for thug.
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Whoahhhhhhhhh, whoa. Ladies and gentlemen, you now rockin with the best. (Geah) Jersey City, stand up. Patterson, stand up. Off top. Just Blaze!. . Joe Budden. Hold up nigga, slow up nigga
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Intro. Uh huh, yeah. Uh huh, yeah. Oh no (louder) oh no (louder). Uh huh, uh huh. . Chorus. (Drop drop) - my homies that ride chromies let it. (Pop pop) - at the bar Budden them bottles and th
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