Family Reunion Lyrics - Mood Muzik 3: The Album - Joe Budden

(Killah BH) 

Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion 

(Joe Budden) 

Mic check, mic check 

(Killah BH) 

We gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go! 

(Joe Budden) 

Them wolves is out nigga 

(Ransom) 

Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me 

I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV 

Black gon' pay me still get the smack on Baisly 

'Cause I'm touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy 

You did it I done it I get I punish 

The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach 

I'm the boss when I spit it you love matta fact I'm a Viking 

I need a whole village to plumage yea 

The nigga is here the city is scared 

You got the throne then I think I need to sit in ya chair 

We could really get physical here and the sky's the limit nigga 

I'll put the whole clique in the air baby 

So quit playin' fore the clip spray 'em 

And have his ass M.I.A. like Nick Saban 

His whole shit caved in my whole clique cave men 

Hardbody nigga my whole shit pavement 

You can't spit if you dead in the ground 

In the woods where ya head'll be found 

And its good that you getting it now in the prescient confessin' it now 

I can't fuck wit the rest of you clowns faggot 

(Hitchcock) 

I am the silence before the storm Lincoln Park to Audubon 

Slang rock on the same block that the water on 

I be more than gone run and get your order form 

Next time I record a song gon' put my daughter on 

'Cause she realla than most niggas I tote trigga 

For you broke nigga and gold diggas wit no figga 

That's why I palm the heater for all you non believers 

I'm on ya ass like white on rice on Condoleezza 

Betta con the preacher you tryna get on a feature 

Betta get ya casket bastard I'm gon' eat cha 

We ain't in the same weight class ya fake ass 

Couldn't stop a nigga wit brake pads I'm way pass 

Anything that you ever did I'm betta kid 

And we never sweat a bid it's easy to get a sig 

In the bing I'm like Ving Rhames I bring pain 

I sling cane off the wing like I'm King James 

Y'all doubtin' who when I spit the whole lead 

They be callin' code read like Mountain Dew 

'Fore I count to you can get cha back blown 

'Cause ya gimmicks out of minutes like a track phone 

Get back holmes I'm back on my shit 

I don't mangle I'm like Pringles stackin my chips 

Clappin' my fifth you the test me types 

Comin' out wit a blade and get Wesley Sniped 

So the cops could arrest me right it's not happenin' 

You ain't never gon' get on so stop rappin' 

H2O comin' this summer so stop askin' 

All heat like wall street ya stock crashin' 

Now the fed wanna read his rights 

Lord have mercy Jesus Christ I got passion 

I'm blackin' all my niggas getting this fetti 

We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in 

[Chorus:] 

So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done 

And since you wanna live by it lil nigga then die by the gun 

See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done 

So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won 

(Fabolous) 

Ayo money is the root of evil I thought 

But when I'm broke is when I usually have the evilest thoughts 

That's when the arms come out like sleeves when it's short 

Wit more bullets than ya favorite wide receiver has caught 

And that Randy Mossberg ya Steve Smith and Wesson ya 

The shoes pop up like instant messenger 

You've got mail nah nigga you got shells 

And my Mac you can't use for iChat 

A guy that confused that will lie flat 

And my gat is on leg like thigh tap 

I that nigga who you dudes 

Some broke niggas who tryna get some youtube views 

Unless you wanna point blank boy ya too close 

Bails in pocket this is Lawyer Lou Los 

I'm pretty sure more hotties see me in that foou door roddie 

Double pipes like a sawed off shotty 

(Joe Budden) 

I flow sickly ridin' bumpin' old biggie 

Roll wit me or lose wait Nicole Richie 

Fuck plat if I don?t reach diamond fame 

Ill treat a nigga face like that old simon game 

I figured out why men try us 'cause we o-d on rims and thin tires 

For that we Len Bias 

All it takes a punch he ain't brave he a punk 

I'll put his family in boxes meet the Brady Bunch 

How y'all feel y'all selves Shaquille y'all selves 

Us cowboys don?t need you you Bill Parcell 

And you ain't gotta empty ya pockets when the K's out 

Whatever you holdin' is mine you my Paypal 

See I don't get how this guy is a treat 

I'll make his life a net por pie to the neck 

Ride or die or do both nigga ride to the death 

I'll acapella the whole left side of his chest 

Not retiring still got that pension pendin' 

Tryna pop the hood and see the engine messin' 

Double barrel shotgun how ya men get missin' 

She got pretty brown eyes and she in mint condition 

Or the sig in the car you dissin' muah 

Get the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit 

I tell a bird like it is you promise the broad 

I one line her you Isaiah Thomas the broad 

I can send a clip cartridge at a nemesis target 

And catch a R.O.R. on some Jena six charges 

Nah I put the thing away 

I don't even need a whole handle to flip em all it takes is one finger wave 

But in the bing for days show you how I'm real 

Come home to the truck with the Optimus Prim grille 

Handin' out crack got the scene poppin' off 

They not sleepin' on 'em the fiends is noddin' off 

For real tell me how you a thug and you Superman (Nigga) 

I just seen you in the club doing the Superman (I Said Nigga!) 

A bunch of clowns holmes all 

I need in this world is the pound chrome Huxtable brownstone 

Major paper cake by the layers 

If these dudes is live I'm the created player 

They callin' 'em kings when they so so hot 

Somethings wrong wit that picture must be photoshopped 

I don't promote violence but when sparking the flame Blam 

Arms start waving like the Carlton Banks dance 

When them tools go pop it move whole blocks 

Come around wit cha dog or get Kujo shot 

These emcee's is lame I tryta be an emcee wit brains 

These niggas is M.C. Brain 

Yeah nice rapper just far from bein' nice 

I'm on the rooftop recordin' and niggas is bein' sniped 

That's light 

[Chorus:] 

So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done 

And since you wanna live by it lil nigga then die by the gun 

See whatever you tryna do lil nigga I already done 

So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won