Lyrics to 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)
(Thanks to John for these lyrics)
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)
(Thanks to John for these lyrics)
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