Give Me Reason Lyrics - Joe Budden - Joe Budden

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 nigga, slow up nigga 

Don't start a war unless your dough's up, nigga 

Know what nigga? Joe's up nigga 

y'all shouldn't cry about it, grow up nigga 

Guess what y'all? I know magic 

I could make your pulse disappear 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 nigga, low cut nigga 

So keep talin bout your wrists froze up nigga 

You might see 30 whips roll up nigga 

We be at the pawn shop givin your Rol' up nigga 

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 

[Chorus: repeat 2X] 

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 nigga, stay up nigga 

Play Tony Montana, get your face cut nigga 

That goes out to all of you play thug niggaz 

How you want it, long nose or the trey snub nigga? 

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 nigga, say what nigga? 

Your Maybelline raps that you make-up nigga 

Wake up nigga, stakes up nigga 

For all my locked-down and my cased-up niggaz, cause 

[Chorus] 

[Joe Budden] 

Who's that nigga? New cat nigga 

Don't disrespect, don't do that nigga 

Hate to hear the sound of the tool clap nigga 

Dual strap nigga when I do black niggaz 

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 nigga, G's up nigga 

You lookin for a loan on your re-up nigga 

Haters might want to put hollows in ya 

When you're young black spendin like a lotto winner why'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 

[Chorus] - fades out