Connect 4 Lyrics - Joe Budden

[Intro: Young Chris] 

Yeah... uh, C. West 

We do this, Joe Budden 

Yeah, young Chris, what, what? 

Yeah, uh 

[Young Chris] 

To the heart of North Philadelph, pour my spirit and flesh 

Give me the crown, watch me wear it the best, I ain't hearin the rest 

Long gone, dancin with bigger fish here 

Fish scale advances for glitter wristwear 

Ch-chea, motherfucker this year Chris here 

Homie the strong's so vital, survival of the fits here 

Ain't shit sweet y'all, life about a bitch yeah 

Say I drive her crazy though I ride that hoe fifth gear 

Talk so much poverty cause I live here 

Talk facility cause my family's doin a bid there 

You ain't rappin or ballin, we got our hustle out 

That's what a thug about, anything to get the fuck up out 

the ghetto, dodge the devil, prolong my demise 

Got a green sticky lah baby, 365 

[Joe Budden] 

Hold up, a nigga went from lukewarm to hot 

Scratch that, from coldest winter to hell's kitchen 

Aside from predictable shots and shells spittin 

Wouldn'ta even known it cause nothin felt different 

E'rything dope in this game ain't on the radio 

That proofs me, check the dames and the ratio 

Brain like fellatio, I mean it used to be cane like Horatio 

Fuck you, pay me though 

Look for him, style in whatever I put on 

Come from where you give a wrong look and you would look wrong 

Broads off the hook for him 

But I treat 'em like Subway, I give 'em 5 dollars and a FOOT long 

Young niggaz take your vitamins 

Your 28-inch rims higher than watchin me admirin 

JUMP OFF e'rything that they aspirin to be 

But the bullshit gets tiresome to me 

See, only one concern, gettin my bread right 

Hate to see you lose your (Life) over a website 

I'll feel (Sorry) 

Y'all'll only know what I show why Chris Brown and Rihanna that real story 

Off puttin words together like (Scrabble) 

Build your (Monopoly), they just gon' attack you 

Can't (Pictionary) it, they gon' think it's (Taboo) 

When you get more, they can't (Connect) the (Four) 

[Outro: Joe Budden] 

Dawg.. geah, Joey, Chris 

Yes Chad, I fuckin know the sound