JOE BUDDEN - "WHATEVER IT TAKES"
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Whatever it takes, to find a way, to find a way, to find a way
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I'ma do whatever it takes, to find a way, to find a way, to find a way
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I'ma do, Whatever it takes to find a way, to find a way, to find a way
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Whatever it takes to find a way, to find a way,to find a way
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Alright I'm dealin' with some shit homie, it's in the back of my head
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An' it's some shit homie, but I just rap it instead.
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See I got wolverine bones in me
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But the whole World's throwin' stones at me
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Like they all gotta bone wit' me.
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Got a child's mother, an' I hate her to death
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But that's my child's mother, so that's my mate to the death.
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It's wild how I love her, for puttin' lil' me here
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And me and her could beef forever, she gon still be there.
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Then there's some other niggas, I judged their character wrong
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But they some other niggas, now let's get back to the song.
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I got a drug problem, that I ain't tendin' to
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Because I got enough problems
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An' my solution is to stuff problems.
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But if suttin' goes wrong with that
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Then it's back to PCP, an' so long with rap
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See I'm depressed lately, but nobody understands
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That I'm depressed lately, I'm sorta feelin' repressed lately.
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But y'all been hearin' an' seein' me less lately
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Like, has anyone noticed the regress lately ?
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Look deep nigga, don't I seem stressed lately?
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Seemed disturbed, lotta' regrets lately?
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Got a company - that I'm signed to
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But they ain't in my company, when all I need is some company.
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When I start feelin' like everybody's done wit' me
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I'm try'na see what everybody want wit' me.
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Then the mistress - yeah, the girl from Ten Minutes it's her;
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Now I'm needin' ten minutes from her.
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I can't get into it, but I want'chawl ta' know
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That I'll get into it, but I'll save that for The Growth.
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Then, their's rap beef, but I'm so secure wit' me
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It's only rap beef, I don't need sec-ur-ity!
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Wanna get at me, wanna go to war wit' me
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Thats just one phonecall for me.
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Check the shit - I got a whole hood, that don't appreciate this
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But it's not the whole hood that depreciates me
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What'chu you gun' tell me, when it's the streets that made me?
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An' I won't let the belly of the beast degrade me
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An' then, there's rap critics, they say all I make is "dance music"
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But to almost anything you could dance, stupid!
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They ain't like the single, so they ain't cop the album
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Wouldn't give a chance to it, not a second glance to it.
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They say, "he wines too much, he's too bitter"
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They call it, "complainin'", I call it, "explainin'"
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How normal niggas could get caught-up in the game an'..
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Lose they mind, an' y'all call it, "entertainment".
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Some shit wit' me, but dude's been knew 'dat
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But I'm gamblin' a lot, an' I ain't use to do that.
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Then this rap ain't payin' the bills, it's mo' money, mo' problems
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Or it's no money, mo' problems.
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All enormous when you play at these stakes
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That's how it feels to have a warrant on a famous face.
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Then,o the album's pushed-back;
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'Cause they say, "he needs a single at the moment"
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But what "he" NEED is a single moment!
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Then I'm involved in the he say, "she say"
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That's on my mind on replay, each day.
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Then, it's the bullshit that she say, "he's gay"
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'Cause she wouldn't like to think that he ain't like her.
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Jus' 'cause she was throwin' it at me, an' I ain't touch 'er
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She'll say anything aside from, I ain't wanna fuck 'er
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Naw... I don't feel good, so I don't wanna go to a club
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Don't wanna go to a lounge, I jus' wanna lounge!
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In the same sweats that I had on for days
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Same T I had on for a week, what I got on it speaks...
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What I got on, it reeks
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No shape-up, chillin', 'cause that's just how I'm feelin'.
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An' one day at a time, it's God willin'
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I'm try'na see straight, but the fog keeps buildin'.
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Pulse starts racin', the Bulls's startin' to hate me
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But I gotta be a King, 'cause their's Wolves try'na play me!
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Hoodie when it's hot, like it's freezin' Winter
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Rap star, eat and sleep for dinner
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An' it's h |