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(feat. Slaughterhouse) [Joe Budden] New York, Jersey, Philly; New York, Jersey, Philly New York, Jersey, Philly - you know I keep it filthy Out in New York, Jersey, Philly; New York, Jersey, Philly New York, Jersey, Philly - check it Rockin spikes and a beater, beside me a diva I'm hearin all the talk of how you ride with a heater Make sure I don't survive but when I see ya You (Sleep With a Broke Heart), like you went and took advice from Alicia Tell me if you really wanna take it there Best in the world if you ain't remained aware Latest gear, love nope, hate it yeah You and your scared style'll get aired out, start stop and stare now Change the truck's grille, yeah the car got veneers now Lot of rappers spittin shit, I don't wan' hear now They talkin Gucci but they shoppin at Sears now If you weren't prepared now, you ain't get the warnin yet So I'ma go hard early, call it mornin sex New York, Jersey, Philly; New York, Jersey, Philly New York, Jersey, Philly; tinted up, rims silly If a nigga try and kill me, chalk it up as the brother whylin Your mind playin tricks on you, get off Shutter Island Showin you somethin you never would see, I'm gettin checks every week SongtexteYou tryin to meet your executive needs, I'm in executive suites consecutively Somebody had to body ya, guess the job was left to me So when I kill the track they can't charge me with double jeopardy They asked you if I'm a boss and you say "No sir" How you don't concur? My gopher got a chauffeur Standin on the couch in the club with a nympho Reppin Slaughterhouse, see the blood on the window I try and get wealthy, bein broke gettin healthy So I ain't tryin to buy whatever shit they try and sell me Got a broad up in the telly I could trust her what you tell me Still bringin (Lunatics) with me, yeah I learned that trick from Nelly Cause I know that it get urgent, when they see you just splurgin Strip club, in the private room tryin to fix the curtains Wanna cause a big excursion, run up on the kid squirtin Make sure the mac ain't broke and you ain't buy the Knicks version Out in New York, Jersey, Philly; New York, Jersey, Philly [Joell Ortiz] Nissan, Honda, Chevy - my stash is never empty baby Nissan, Honda, Chevy; Nissan, Honda, Chevy Nissan, Honda, Chevy - th-the D's will never get me In my hoopty I be swervin, the public's who I'm servin Boost phone forever chirpin, I'll be out there puttin work in Know them dirty boys lurkin, if they nab me then it's curtains So when I'll go see a person I spend the blocks so I'm certain that it's cool, I'm no fool, see Raul is more than reckless So I meet him when it's busy at that Meek or Morgan exit Off that BQ, B-B-B-B-B-B-BQE near Mickey-D's And occasionally treat myself to a nice little fish and cheese I'm really really in the street, bein broke's my enemy Teachers said I'm dumb but I dropped out and I know chemistry I make that soft get hard And meet my homie Pito in the parkin lot of Home Depot off Northen Boulevard I got my route down packed, I'm about my stacks And my mouth don't chat, I let my bout-bout clap But I ain't with that though, I'm tryin to get that dough (yaowa) Beamer, Benz or Bentley? Oh no, I stay low In that Nissan, Honda, Chevy; Nissan, Honda, Chevy [Royce Da 5'9"] Pistol clip and pistol - that's all I rap about It's my pistol clip and pistol, pistol clip and pistol Pistol clip and pistol - that's all I rap about bitch My dick is like a missile, my pistol's in my pants But my dick is hangin lower than my pistol clip and pistol bitch Now we talkin 'bout my dick, you know yo' shit big when your bitch give you head and her mouth is only 'round the top of it Now let's talk about my pistol clip If the gun is playin music than the pistol clip's the instrument The soldier holdin onto the fo'-fo's composin The drummer's BRRRRRRRRRRRR, 7-6-2's explodin I'm about to stop talkin 'bout my dick, pistol and my pistol clip Dick, pistol, pistol clip, bitch, I'm a hypocrit If you say, fuck the world that mean that I'm literally tryin to put my big, big dick in it My, pistol clip, pistol whistlin [whistling to the beat] ... I hope you listenin Pistol clip, pistol big dick, now your bitch is interested I'm 'bout to enter it and injure it I am not indirect, I am so motherfuckin BLUNT Pistol clip, pistol dick, BITCH! I'm sayin - you like, "Oh my God, get that gun out of my face" It's not in yo' face, it's in my hand Pistol clip and pistol [Crooked I] Tequila, vodka, Henny Tequila, vodka, Henny - that liquor fuckin with me It's tequila, vodka, Henny; tequila, vodka, Henny Tequila, vodka, Henny - that liquor fuckin with me Yeah I'm nickels dimes and pennies, I'm dollars fives and twenties And I'm twenties fifties Benji's; buy Beamers, Benz and Bentleys Buy bullets, guns and semis; buy Louie, Gucci, Fendi Fuck Wendy's, Mickie's, Denny's; I'm Morton's, Chow's and Benny's With Keisha, Tasha, Kimmy, Felicia, Shauna, Cindy Jameeka, Dawn and Jenny, Tamika, Rhonda, Nikki They from New York, Jersey, Philly on tequila, vodka, Henny Patron, Ciroc and Remy, some weed, shrooms and pilly's Now we loco, loony, silly; fuck they mouth, box and titty {"Umm, she is licking the shaft of the penis."} That's brains, breast and kitty, while I'm drunk, fried and tipsy While I'm twisted high and dizzy, pussy juicy hot and pretty Gushy, gooey, sticky, gushy, gooey, sticky Bitch I'm Eazy, 'Pac and Biggie off tequila, vodka, Henny Spit like Wayne, 'Ye and Drizzy mixed with M.J. and 50 In my Nissan, Honda, Chevy, my pistol clip and pistol grip Rappers got a bigger buzz, bitch I got a bigger dick That was my Royce line I'm on my Cali, Brooklyn, Jersey and Detroit time (Slaughterhouse) Them boys grind We goin past the top, so Mount Everest won't cut it You low budget, we 'bout to go public Tequila, vodka, Henny; tequila, vodka, Henny Tequila, vodka, Henny - that liquor fuckin with me It's tequila, vodka, Henny; tequila, vodka, Henny Tequila, vodka, Henny - that liquor fuckin with me Aus Songtexte Mania