[Opening: Joe Budden]
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Uh...
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Can't even really be rap.
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You can't even really act like you gotta' get it in wit'out a... uh.
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(Wait a minute!) Cocksuckers (oh ye'), pause.
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(Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2 [x4]) It's ya man, Joey!
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Reportin' live from the slums (wait a minute!)
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Reportin' live from the belly of the beast (wait a minute!)
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Reportin' live from a hood near you (it's... it's...)
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Or maybe not so near you.
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[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
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L-Look, look...
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First off, I'm not competin', I'm more like stampeding
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I'm more like steamrollin' (or...)
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More like puttin' my foot on the neck of the game until I see it chokin'
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I hol' on for dear life, (I mean uh...) the flow is air tight an' the bars are bar none
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Regarded as the one, fuck music, it's a art ta' son, let's rewind.
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See, I was born in the projects, left for a new hood
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Jetted ta' a new state, lookin' for a new pace.
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Diamond in the rough, I stood out amongst the food cache
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Swear a friend a mine headlined every news page (jhea').
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Wit' dreams of bein' wealthy
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You now checkin' out the new Jersey version of Peter Petrelli.
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But wait! Wit' a lil' Travis Barker on the side
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'Cause when it all falls down I normally survive.
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I'm try'nna see a new tax bracket
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So I'll never have ta' grab matics
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I ain't concerned wit' no rap racket.
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So y'all could take my name through the mud an' drag it
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Spread it ta' the masses, (I'mma) I still play it passive.
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I got no choice but' walk around wit' the lead on me
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Life is way too short, too many dead homies.
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(Or...) plus, wit' all the money I invest
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Everyday a nigga die for less!
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(So...) so, if a nigga wann' go ta' war, wave hi ta' Death
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I mean He lives right next ta' me, so He ain't a threat ta' me
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[Hook]
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He's a beast, he's a monster, he is insane!
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He's an animal, he cannot be tamed!
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What rapper you know'll straight feast on a lame
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An' rock on a track, beast on the game!
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(Damn right I'm on my grind,
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Look like some shit is on my mind. [x2])
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Yeeeeeah!
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[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
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L-Look, look...
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I'm still livin' life in the fast lane (oh!)
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Still plottin' on my big money scheme like he Wesley an' Woody thinkin' how ta' rob a cash train.
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Shittin' on ho's that'll act fain
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'Till the whole World know his last (wait a minute!)
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Still spit like it ain't no ta'morra'
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It ain't over y'all, underrated so I overcharge.
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Ol' Dodge, radio off, fuck a station
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Get ta' know me through the music not a publication (naw).
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It's no justification, (but a...) mean enough wit' the waitin'
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(I mean I...) I lost all my just an' my patience.
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That came wit'out the crown or the chair or the robe
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Nigga, I don't care what'chu sow (wait a minute!)
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They let the beast outta' the cage, look at the hunger
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Got'chur self inta' some shit, look at the plunger.
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I'm talkin' 'cause I'm livin' it, entrepreneur Steve Rifkind shit
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Though a few haters wann' Kinder it.
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I'm comin' wit' some different shit
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An' these offices all about my paper, that's that ?? shit.
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Rapper on 'roids, sick wit' the thoughts (but...)
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But managed ta' keep my name out the mention report.
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See I'mma inspiration for a whole generation
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Even when I'm gone, but my message is indication.
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Then you too can attain the unattainable
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(But...) fuck try'nna explain the unexplainable!
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[Hook]
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He's a beast, he's a monster, he is insane!
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He's an animal, he cannot be tamed!
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What rapper you know'll straight feast on a lame
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An' rock on a track, beast on the game!
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(Damn right I'm on my grind,
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Look like some shit is on my mind. [x2])
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Yeeeeeah!
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On My Grind
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Joe Budden |