No Comment Lyrics - Joe Budden

[Intro:] 

Uh-ohhhh, uh-oh 

Uh-ohhhhhh! That on top, ohh! 

Ta-ha, Joey (yeah, shit go hard too) 

No comment, no comment 

Ta-ha, whole bunch of yappin 

Jersey! That M.J. bullshit 

Let me talk to 'em, l-look look look 

[Verse 1] 

Since the world don't revolve around me 

(Then what?) Hoodie on, revolver on me 

I'm the wrong one you wanna amp (why?) 

Cause niggaz could get missin 

like you straight out of LeBron's summer camp (ohh!) 

Anytime the fed's see me 

I tell 'em that the only thing FUCKERY here gets you an STD 

My life, should be sold as a movie 

From the (Slum dog) tryin to be a (Millionaire), no groupies 

When did the civilians decide to be a thug? 

Motivated by the hate (BUT) inspired by the love 

Rappers sayin my name like it's a bright tactic 

Jackson 5, put your (Mike) in a casket 

Let the fans gas you and tell you you're nice 

Be a legend in RAP, but a failure in life 

For real, I don't think these dudes is spectacular 

Pretty Ricky thugs who move like spectacular, nigga! 

[Chorus:] 

What up with you and so-and-so? Heard you got a diss 

Don't know about THAT, but I know about this nigga 

No comment (what) no comment (what) 

No comment, I ain't got a comment 

Bloggers, Twitter, Budden TV 

No comment, y'all ain't gettin nothin from me 

I said, no comment (what) no comment 

No comment, I ain't got a comment 

[Verse 2] 

So I been called a snitch (BUT) 

But I been called worse by better so let's skip over the lecture 

That's a common lie (why?) 

Cause if I ever call the cops it's only gon' be to report a homicide 

How am I in beef? I walk about free 

They only talk about YOU, when you talk about ME 

So go ahead and act hard 

And somebody gon' grab chalk (and) and turn the streets into a blackboard 

So I'm supposed to put niggaz on a pedestal 

for rappin 'bout a bunch of bullshit that they don't ever do 

You look stupid when you go there 

Say I'm only hot online you ain't heatin up nowhere 

SHOT-gun in SHOT-gun, ride right past ya 

Windows down, got every right to blast ya 

No wonder he thinkin he'll provide a disaster 

Cause bitches keep tellin him that size don't matter (ta-ha) 

[Chorus w/ ad libs] 

Things niggaz say I don't mind it 

Say they lost respect for me, who the FRUCK is askin you to find it? 

This is me practicin censorship 

Since the new definition of real nigga is sensitive 

In his interview, say I'm askin for a hearse 

But couple months BACK he was askin for a verse 

Only hurts is the team used to bump you 

Now he look like a fiend, I should slump you 

[Outro - ad libs to the end]