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    Whoahhhhhhhhh, whoa
    Ladies and gentlemen, you now rockin with the best
    (Geah) Jersey City, stand up
    Patterson, stand up
    Off top.. Just Blaze!

    [Joe Budden]
    Hold up nigga, slow up nigga
    Don't start a war unless your dough's up, nigga
    Know what nigga? Joe's up nigga
    Y'all shouldn't cry about it, grow up nigga
    Guess what y'all? I know magic
    I could make your pulse dissapear and no hat trick
    Death threats - it ain't phase me
    When I bring the T-Mac through the Rucker y'all, it ain't Tracy
    Sewed up nigga, low cut nigga
    So keep talin bout your wrists froze up nigga
    You might see 30 whips roll up nigga
    We be at the pawn shop givin your Rol' up nigga
    Just wanted to make that known, you seen _New Jersey Drive_
    Round here, leave that Maybach home
    Before we vick that homes, we be on y'all jerks
    You'll find out the hard way if your On*Star works, cause

    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    I don't, need a reason to bust my guns
    So don't, give me reason to bust my guns
    You might, be the reason I bust my gun
    (Pa-pow, pa-pow - pa-pow, pa-pow)

    [Joe Budden]
    'Til my day's up nigga, stay up nigga
    Play Tony Montana, get your face cut nigga
    That goes out to all of you play thug niggaz
    How you want it, long nose or the trey snub nigga?
    Return and die dog, if I start clappin in your crib
    Nah I ain't tryin to turn the lights off
    Trapped on the chain, got the jewels and cape
    Be like Jared, Subways made him lose his weight, but look
    I'm bout gettin money for all races
    Only oldie but goodie I know is small faces
    Wait, make you sure you heard right; woulda been put the hit out
    But I ain't tryin to get my third strike
    Lace up nigga, say what nigga?
    Your Maybelline raps that you make-up nigga
    Wake up nigga, stakes up nigga
    For all my locked-down and my cased-up niggaz, cause

    [Chorus]

    [Joe Budden]
    Who's that nigga? New cat nigga
    Don't disrespect, don't do that nigga
    Hate to hear the sound of the tool clap nigga
    Dual strap nigga when I do black niggaz
    First hand with a three-eighty kickback
    Brains on your lap dog, babysit that
    Look, it's my turf, get up off the stoop now
    I'm Omar Epps, who got the "Juice" now?
    Street love nigga, G's up nigga
    You lookin for a loan on your re-up nigga
    Haters might wanna put hollows in ya
    When you're young black spendin like a lotto winner y'know
    I'm grown up now, I'm done with Jake
    When I say pounds y'all I'm talkin bout London cake
    I can serve it to you uncut or somethin baked
    Hope you ready for me folks, cause I'm comin your way, cause

    [Chorus] - fades out

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