would talk about Kimbo but I ain't crazy I'm like Marty McFly goin back in time and dissin his momma nigga you can't fade me [Joe Budden] They say he
[Check me out right here Na'mean old school Old school niggas used to be like.. What they used to be like? "Check me out now" What other ad libs these
were just to be different I would rather reveal myself than my situation I wonder if the things I did were just to be different [Verse 1: Joe Budden] (
game wants lames that'll march in place Uh, one of the last from the Garden State that spit like he in a jungle goin hard with apes (nigga) [Joe Budden
[Joe Budden] Whatever happened to that? Joey! Yeah Seems like I gotta buy a weed bag (so easily sidetracked!) I think it mighta been next week Mighta
[Joe Budden] Joey, uhh... Uh, one question Now who rep Jersey like me? Baby few dudes ain't worthy like me You know I keep somethin pretty by me Good
[Opening: Joe Budden] Uh... Can't even really be rap. You can't even really act like you gotta' get it in wit'out a... uh. (Wait a minute!) Cocksuckers
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an' I. We are like birds of a feather We are two hearts joined together We will be forever as one... My brother under the sun. [Verse 1: Joe Budden]
[Amalgam Download Bonus Track] [Intro: Joe Budden] I hear what nigga's sayin'. Nigga's gonna' talk to me like... Like when I come on the plane an'
[Hook:] We could do what we wanna, it's an all night bash Put the pedal to the metal and crash Here anything goes (goes, goes) Anything goes (goes)
[Verse 1:] Now let me ask you a question Who are you? Where you from? What you reppin? Is every bar about a burner or a weapon? Now he all gassed up
hood, he got ran out How's he living so good? His money should've ran out Figured he'd be thirsty for a hand out, or living at his mans house None of
[Intro: Joe Budden] Uh... Can't even really be rap. You can't even really act like you gotta' get it in with'out a... uh. (Wait a minute!) Cocksuckers
ll march in place. I'm one of the last from the Garden State That spit like he in a jungle goin' hard wit' apes, nigga. [Verse 2: Joe Budden] L-Look
one night (oh!), a one night fuck. See I know this girl ain't shit, but I'm still try'nna hit. [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Look, look, look... Any place
talk about Kimbo but I ain't crazy I'm like Marty McFly Goin back in time and dissin' his momma nigga you can't fade me [Joe Budden:] They say he a bastard
