travel half the globe to kiss a broad Kiddin', ma? Scratch backs, bringin' out them kitten paws And pull a bottle out that cabinet while that kitchen's warm Back
[Joe Budden - Verse 1:] I broke down a while ago finally picking up the pieces Memoirs of how the undefeated Can feel depleted I dont talk to God as a
I know you have it in you to indeed stop" "This is not your final calling, just a brief stop" "Hope you heed my words and understand" "So when I see you back
Nahh that would be worthless Bars sounding nervous A nigga much deeper then what you see on the surface I rather resort back to snatching purses Finally
to a place where there was no coming back Off my last break up, I was able to stomach that 2 weeks removed and you fuckin with a running back Life is
With another hot woman on his one good arm And they walk out for a while and he comes back in smilin' again So I finally had to ask old Joe, "Man, what
bitch, you don't want a nigga autograph Ice-cold like a 40 oz only thugs and killas be the ones down to ride with me Where my killas at? Shootin' up right back
back I want my Dat back I need my Dat back I want my Dat back Where the hell is my Dat at I want my Dat back I need my dat back I want my Dat back I
plenty hard Gave you a gusher, a well spring of oil There in your own back yard So pile them kids in the plush back seat Ridin? shotgun in the Packard
big knob Tryin' to find some life in the waste land Finally found a program, gonna deal with Mary Jane Ready for a trip into hate land Obnoxious Joe
; -> kane *cut n scratched* [big daddy kane] "can I get a yes? " no "why? " I ain't happy Cause I came back for these troubles
Downstairs at Danny's all-star joint They got a juke box that goes doyt, doyt The vice is nice, they stay in the back all day But when the night time
Taking you back to ringside, just when you thought it was over The last battle was brought forth by G.I.Joe and Cobra Mercenaries and soldiers, G.I. Joe
times But when the booze finally hit Billy Joe Grimes He said I don't know what it is, but you seem different to me I said I just came back from a place
up like canavaugh And my dimes disappear like magic wands I sell 'em, 'til the crack of dawn and destroy every track I'm on Plus I have a clam packed in the back
Brinks truck, CVL we dont care wat ya homies sell Rubberbands round' the stacks like a ponytail, I can meet a hoe sweeter then Damita Joe, she act conceited
they have seen Joe: (thinking to himself) Some people think That if they go too far They'll never get back To where the rest of Them are I might be