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this'll leave your teflon holey With the forty glock ready to ring, bring the trauma to the scene It's the Ghetto Heisman and the Drama King [Joe Buddens

s tip And that's just to get a mental grip You don't feel what the pencil scripts Then eight times outta ten you ain't been through shit When you hear Joe

[Beat to DOC's "Funky Enough" starts] [Joe Budden] Ohh! Oh yeah you fuckin faggot (okay) (Haha) You fuckin' faggot, Game You only a replacement till

a place where niggas tooling each other Where the President and terrorists are cool with each other Sending millions in the war make us do it with each other

gon' leave Right after this party [Verse 1: Joe Budden] 1, 2, 3 and to the fo' Tell me what's good y'all its ya boy Joe No need to answer y'all already

Ooooo Yeah yeah yeah yeah Oooh Oooh Na na na na na Na na na na na na na Oh Na na na na na na na If I was your man, girl Girl I'm so tired of things

Uh huh, yeah Oh no (louder) oh no (louder) Uh huh, uh huh [Chorus] (Drop drop) - my homies that ride chromies let it (Pop pop) - at the bar Budden them

to detach myself Maybe it ain't you Just something I lack myself But if these wounds are self inflicted I can patch myself Now listen I could give a fuck bout how them other

(feat. Stack Bundles) [Joe Budden] Look here.. See I grew up around the projects Grew up around the glocks yes Taught to fend for myself whenever Pops