Joe Budden
Gunz N Butta
[Verse 1: Ransom, Ransom & Hitchcock]
Yo, it's all about guns and butter (Uh-huh)
Like Melvin from Baby Boy, come through and thug your mother (That's right)
Leave your baby boy under covers, undiscovered (Yeah)
That's what you get for talkin' to them undercovers (Snitch)
And when it rain, run for cover 'cause the slugs will hover
And penetrate to leave you thugs to suffer (Ha)
Like AIDS on some lethal shit but I don't gotta
Worry 'bout that 'cause Ran' keep tons of rubbers
Eighteen spit acid, baby (Uh-huh), I don't mind if
Y'all eatin' just as long as y'all pass the gravy (Pass that)
Might see me in a fast Mercedes (Uh-huh)
Speedin' through the traffic crazy tryna get a bag of hazy
Might catch me in the front row seat
For the Nets vs. Magic, all I had to do was ask McGrady (T-Mac)
Been hustlin' past the eighties
Only got locked once and y'all n***as can't congratulate me?
Fuck y'all, n***as had to hate me (Uh-huh)
And I never deal with n***as that's dumb 'cause the math be shaky
Soon or later you gon' have to face me (Uh-huh)
I don't wanna be calm, y'all n***as startin' to aggravate me
It's a wonder why you guys approach me (Uh-huh)
Like you prob'ly know me, I treat your girl like if I was Kobe (Haha)
And you know I keep the fire closely
'Cause a clip will (Clipper) have your ass on one leg like the Heisman Trophy
N***as
[Verse 2: Hitchcock, Joe Budden, Hitchcock & Joe Budden]
N***a, fuck who thought was the best (Uh) when you talk
Talk with respect (Yeah) before I put the hawk to your neck (Uh)
You're sure to get wet (Brapp), this is more than a threat
I'm good with the Gemstar, I never bought a Gillette, uh
I'm sort of a threat, record your cassettes
I got the long white tee with the Nautica sweats, uh
I'm ballin' great (Yeah), tourin' states (What else?)
And I stay strapped like the Jordan Eights (Come on)
Sick like Norman Bates (Uh-huh)
While you n***as tryna grill I'm tryna make George Foreman cake, uh
And when I hit the choch'
Your girl said you was small like Arnold, you got different strokes
Fall back youngin', get your folks, this ain't just a hoax
My n***as real, they will slit your throat
Hitchcock is a verbal weapon
And it ain't shampoo when I'm open off that herbal essence, uh
All y'all flowin' the same (Shit), I put a hole in your frame (Blaow)
Rappin' 'bout how you be holdin' the 'caine (Come on)
I don't really wanna show him the aim
Never doubt him, I'm hungrier Dhalsim throwin' a flame
'Cause my n***as want the glow and the fame
I'm blowin' an O in a Range, thinkin' 'bout blowin' your brains (Pause)
Can't do that, 'cause I ain't a killer (But)
But my man will 'cause he a gorilla, n***a
Uh
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
So many people they see you, they jealous, they envy
Watchin', wantin' to be you, some reason they feel the need to
G you, so they speak to you, since they know you they see it feasible
To be with you plottin' a time and when to put they piece to you
And feel that they got reason to
But I'm a straight up and down, I never changed, nah, never been seasonal
Knock-knock, bang wood, this ain't good
It's the Spurs 'gainst the Mavericks, n***a, same hood (Uh)
I'm a grown man, I won't let friends abuse me
And I think dudes is using that word "friends" too loosely, nah
We ain't best buds 'cause I lent you loosies (Or)
Exchanged pounds (Or) exchanged rounds, how does that exchange sound?
Force me to keep one in the [?]
And if you feel like jumpin', I'll provide the Red Bull (Uh)
Wanna start though his heart's Jell-O (It's)
It's young LeBron, but it's still room for Darko and Carmelo
I don't speak kilos, no, it's Neo's soul
Kid, the endin' of Matrix 3, Neo's Joe, cheah
Know that Jump Off's the best thing in Jers'
Wanna rob the house? Get through the West Wing first, n***a
Best doubt it now, [?] 'bout it now
It's a small world, we can make it less crowded now
Get into some drastic things
Magneto style, you can't hold me in a plastic bing, n***a