Текст песни Warfare - Joe Budden
You
now
hearin
hip
hop
at
its
finest
Im
just
criminal
minded
The
ed
hardy
wit
the
fine
fit
Track
just
started
no
need
to
rewind
it
(Joel
Ortiz)
Me
im
bringin
fresh
air
back
im
raps
heimlich
Got
em
all
sick
is
that
vomit?
Feel
u
nasty
Man
I'll
smack
ya
skin
if
u
feel
u
past
me
(Joe
Budden)
Its
like
we
lions
against
lassies
Niggas
aint
nice
they
lyin
the
flow
asscheeks
Im
on
the
beat
like
Contra
bllaoow
Steamroll
over
shit
im
in
a
tonka
now
This
aint
about
radio
see
im
beyond
a
thou
But
still
strong
arm
a
nigga
D
Konga
style
(Joel
Ortiz)
The
inserts
of
ya
album
put
my
ganja
out
Ya'll
sweeter
than
the
lip
gloss
on
Rianna
mouth
Ya'll
sleepin,
in
pajamas
on
ya
momma
couch
Im
freakin,
in
the
Bahamas
throwin
condoms
out
(Joe
Budden)
Hold
up
dogg,
these
felons
aint
predicate,
Sand
castle
delicate
Metal
spit,
And
leave
em
on
the
field
like
Everett
I
does
my
own
stunts
like
a
Jackie
Chan
movie
Mismatch
belt
Prada
but
the
pants
Louis
If
you
aint
fam
to
me
then
ur
whole
camp
sushi
Rockin
iceberg
when
niggas
didn't
understand
Snoopie
Damn
Moulies,
chain
in
commands
ran
through
me
You
and
ya
man
uzi
slow
down
like
Brand
Nubi
Cant
do
me,
grant
to
me
like
a
man
groupie
If
that's
the
number
one
pick
then
he
Sam
Bowie
And
I
hate
to
pull
a
homi
on
ya
mans
You
aint
Kid
Rock
cant
box
the
Tommy
wit
ya
hands
(muthafucka)
(Joel
Ortiz)
I
was
really
in
the
lobby
wit
the
grams
tryin
to
take
gwop
In
the
hallway
all
day
is
or
it
aint
hot
(grindin)
Lissenin
to
hot
9 like
what
do
they
got
That
I
don't
wit
a
blindfold
I'll
see
everyone
they
says
hot
Its
too
easy,
im
feelin
like
im
a
cheater
The
flow
heavy,
yours
light
like
a
slice
of
peta
When
moms
was
pregnant
she
was
lightin
reefer
(that's
why
im
nice)
In
the
middle
of
Alaska
I'll
write
a
heater
Im
just
cool
and
ruff
hoodie
matchin
my
adidas
Pants
wit
the
permanent
wrinkles
like
I
aint
iron
either
I
will
make
every
last
one
of
you
guys
beleivers
Dudes
is
all
lost
that's
my
word
im
playin
finders
keepers
(Joe
Budden)
Treat
me
like
a
big
brother,
slash
fifth
tucker
Let
the
cig
snuff
ya,
u
a
kid
fuck
ya
Cock
AK,
May
day
lissenin
to
dre
day
Camcord
me
dickin
her
mouth
somtin
like
Ray
J
They
like
Steve
Irwin
up
against
a
sting
ray
Heat
up
like
Jean
Gray
when
somtin
let
the
beans
spray
(Joel
Ortiz)
Take
a
sip
of
E&J
then
a
lil
puff
or
two
Get
sum
butt
then
kick
out
the
slut
you's
a
bugaboo????????????????????
mr
wonderful???????????
yall
all
soft
and
huggable
Yall
dealing
wit
a
pro
hear
that
dough
here
Ya'll
stiff
and
worn
out
like
a
closet
wit
old
gear
And
I
aint
goin
nowhere
Producers
know
im
the
best
thing
over
those
snares
what
you
speak
is
wack
Ortiz,
i
overdose
like
the
needles
packed
I
be???????
then
I
give
the
speakers
dap
(Joe
Budden)
Holdup
joe
while
the
eithers
back
See
im
raps
Larry
Johnson
redempt
my
contract
now
the
chief
is
back
So
blame
it
on
fatigue
Have
you
like
Greg
Oden,
injured
before
your
first
game
in
the
league
Im
spendin
old
faces
Niggas
took
my
style,
gotta
steal
my
own
shit
back
like
O.J.
did
Might
size
you
and
your
spouse,
have
guys
go
in
your
house
Wit
ridges
on
the
nose
of
the
rifle
like
Alf
(bllaoow)
![Joe Budden - Mood Muzik 3: The Album](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/m/4/g/j/9dwnwyjg4m.jpg)
1 Dear Diary
2 Hiatus
3 Family Reunion
4 Get No Younger
5 Un4Given
6 All of Me
7 Long Way to Go
8 Thou Shall Not Fall
9 Warfare
10 Roll Call
11 Secrets
12 Send Him Our Love
13 Star Inside Of Me
14 Still My Hood
15 4 Walls
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