Lyrics 40 Licks - Joe Budden

Yeah, I've had 'nuff of this

Look-look, look yo I could give a fuck about opinions
Like 'em or love 'em
I never change up, if you don't like 'em then fuck 'em
'Cause I was brought up sayin' sticks and stones
Only let you know about whoever's doin' the throwin'
Dudes is far from what they pretend to be though
I done fired a few shots and got plenty to go
So nah, if it ain't love, let's begin to be foes
'Cause now my minds kind of off, I'm like Emily Rose

When I seen my first man get murdered
I took a little strike from the game like a transit worker
I can't, won't keep pushin' cats to get paid
And be a grown ass man with no acolade's
And know the truth hurts, I can't fabricate
So nothing's made up, just the facts I say
My son 'bout to have a brother
It's a different father, same mother, if it ain't one thing it's another

Sometimes this rap shit seems so easy
'Til you home lookin' at that TV
Pissed, you havin' a fit, changin' it, fuck MTV
'Cause you starin' at them, thinkin' that should be me
The game and myself is like Jessica and Nick, 'bout to leave
The folks thought we'd never ever split
Try to work through it, all that we done for each other
Both talented but one is too dumb for the other

Let it go to its boiling point
'Til it felt like a long ass episode of Boiling Points
But all I got's this mic and this booth while I'm in it
I figure might as well tell the truth while I'm in it
Takina said enjoy my youth while I'm in it
I told her I do but the proof's still tinted
I'm like an old man with no friends or family
Tryin' to cleanse what he got left of his 'sanity

It's no happy dude here
I'm mad at the world while I'm wishing y'all Happy New Year
It's only fair somebody had one
New Year's for me always be like my last one
New year, same girl, she the same soldier
Think it's all good, probably 'cause I told her
But I got some resentment, shit that I ain't over
I don't trust baby girl far as I can throw her

Rightfully or wrongly she's gettin' quick sized
I'm on the horn askin' chicks for their tit-size
Face smilin' and there's tears in the kid's eyes
Hidin' it from hoes, by talkin' about my dick size
In the hood with the best of 'em
I'm still hood, just not hood like the rest of 'em
Where's the answer

Don't ask for a cig', I'm so self-centered I won't even share this cancer
Look to the sky
Talk to an invisible man and hope one day my prayers get answered
This shit gets hard with every pull from this cig' or cigar
More like with every lick from the guitar
God

Do that boogie
So huh
Pull my shit right out
You ain't tryna hear me
Jump, jump, AK
Fuck niggas, just wanna get out of here
Just wanna get out and do it, start spittin' like you know it
Like eat him or something

Like Yeltsin, good motherfuckin', good enough for shit
Like it's still gon' get the red line, back and take back the shit
Huh, spin that boogie
You gon' nailed it, frozen, now yeah, now yeah
Soon, soon