Lyrics Talk 2 Em - Joe Budden

How many MCs must get dissed?
How niggas still think they can fuck with the kid?
I guess I moved up in the world, Duke is not happy
Take it as my success, throwing shots at me (talk to 'em)
Gotta calm the lions, tame shooters
Gotta catch a new body with the same ruger
We don't spit the same mucus (naw)
I'm a boss and you not
Shit, they even tried to kill Frank Lucas (talk to 'em)

So nigga if I die tomorrow, you ain't gotta ask why tomorrow
Dogs, I done con the likes of niggas that you should never con with
Made bonds with niggas you shouldn't bond with (talk to 'em)
I'm sick world in my palm shit, repeated convict
While the dogs trying to con Vick, shit
I guess what I'm tryna say
Is niggas die running like Ryan Shay (talk to 'em)

All the lean me niggas
Got high hopes, call them dream team niggas
Gin is in my blood is a king gene nigga
I make you appear to be whatever I feel like
Green screen niggas (talk to 'em)
So go and get souped off words, maybe do it for Jerz'
Maybe dudes disturbed (talk to 'em)
Maybe dudes no go, maybe dudes bezerked
So when I pull up in a tank maybe you deserve me (talk to 'em)

I get into dudes character defects
Before your deal you was a character reject
Humble pie when you see a character regress
Fuck ya tape homie, I pass it up, eject (talk to 'em)
Time to seperate the real from the lies
The hills have eyes, but when the hill of ya demise
I reveal at the skies in a hot Ferrari
It's a new Joe in town and its not Girardi (talk to 'em)

Look, turn pink her face, getting her cam on
In the club man on, freak gettin' her jam on
Hands on, trying to put her hands on the ice
'Cause it's Saw part four dog, big enough to stand on (talk to 'em)
When did rappers start acting this fly?
Say you top five, they'll grab it and ride, but I'm humble
So even though I am legend
I can say Will Smith's the best rapper alive (talk to 'em)

When they tell you, you doing your thing
They taking your tampon out, pulling your string
How the fuck is you a thug when you stay shook, nigga?
You more like a schoolboy, you Facebook nigga, look
I'm just starving, this can't be greed
I'm not a drug lord, don't nobody hand me keys
Gotta drop a few branches off my family tree
Raised my sons all wrong, yes I'm Andy Reid, it's me (talk to 'em)

I can't put the jewels on without no chrome
I can't rock these Ice Cream's without the Cold Stone's
I'm so focused, get on some long nose shit
And I'll have the goons surround you on some Rose shit (talk to 'em)
The more I get into, streets or instrumentals
Bum ass niggas remind me of Mr. Wendal
Me, on the horizen, I've been trying to bring pies in
More dudes then Verizon behind them (talk to 'em)

Bunch of generals behind me, I'm the crew chief
Busting off my Ricky Davis, thats the new Heat
I've come clean about me and it's a damn shame
Only religions I'm into is a brand name (talk to 'em)
Campaign going full throttle like a race
Feeling Funkdafied, get a bottle to the face
Face, for you times is rough too (why?)
'Cause ain't nobody buying your albums but you (talk to 'em)

From the sounds of everything, I hear you lost it
Still rap aight, but ya peers exhausted
Fuck ya bunch of money, put ya ego to the side
And maybe it's time to study ya understudy (talk to 'em)
I mean, are we hustling or are we grown up?
Everytime I hear you, you changing ya tone up
When the new generation think about Jordan
All they remember is when Iverson crossed him (talk to 'em)

Take off the blazer, loosen up the tie
Nigga fell in love and Superman died
Better learn to cover ya ears when the toys pop
I hate ya last single and none of your boys rock
Can we hear some new niggas with promise?
The new generation won't forget you, we promise
We'll always pay homage
But let's get one thing understood, son
Every encore ain't a good one (talk to 'em)