Joe Budden Give Me Reason Lyrics

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 n____, slow up n____
Don't start a war unless your dough's up, n____
Know what n____? Joe's up n____
Y'all shouldn't cry about it, grow up n____
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 n____, low cut n____
So keep talin bout your wrists froze up n____
You might see 30 whips roll up n____
We be at the p___ shop givin your Rol' up n____
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

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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 n____, stay up n____
Play Tony Montana, get your face cut n____
That goes out to all of you play thug n____z
How you want it, long nose or the trey snub n____?
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 n____, say what n____?
Your Maybelline raps that you make-up n____
Wake up n____, stakes up n____
For all my locked-down and my cased-up n____z, cause

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
Who's that n____? New cat n____
Don't disrespect, don't do that n____
Hate to hear the sound of the tool clap n____
Dual strap n____ when I do black n____z
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 n____, G's up n____
You lookin for a loan on your re-up n____
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

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