Remember The Titans Lyrics - Mood Muzik 4 - Joe Budden

These niggas losing their minds 

You find that there's no reward 

They say they already home 

It's really clear they abroad 

They sound like they boxed in 

It's not just where they record 

There's a cost to be the boss they can't clearly afford 

Swear to the Lord, there's guns like the audience 

You put on a show, my forty clearly applauds 

Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored 

Plotting on a Kanye, but screaming where's my award 

Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY 

Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP 

Flow outta this World, I'm coming for my Moon man 

You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance 

No glitter glean, handgun with a beam 

Have some boys follow you, street fam, twitter team 

Like you could fuck with me 

Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream 

I'm a grown ass man, this kid a teen 

You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream 

Audi coupe looking good so I went and copped it 

Got that TT poppin' like a trending topic 

My ride is matte black 

My pride is that jack 

It might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked 

Anyway though, styles don't apply to me 

Jeff Goldblum couldn't be more fly to me 

Shorty say right after the suck fuck proof 

You hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose 

You shoulda got the message that I chuck up deuce 

Break em off and leave it 

You seen my fucked up tooth 

It's fucka bitch, there's more fish in the aquarium 

I rarely hear no, like when niggas ask you to marry them 

There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from 

Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them 

Reporting live from the beacon 

Booth tired from the beatin' 

Had foreplay all day 

Prepin' the beatin' the mic for a threesome 

With my vocal's bi-coastal, speakin' til their eyes totaled 

Mr wi-fi, out a franchise go to 

Magic, standby local's 

Watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the pro-tools 

I teach you how to have models screaming get behind me 

E-pills and maybach's ain't gon matter if your tip is tiny 

Nevermind me, we could get knee deep in the beef 

Seek me with the heat but you'll need more to keep me on a leash 

Here's a cc for the peeps that wanna see me in the streets 

Invest in Rockports and be easy on your feet 

Give a few hammers, a few semi's and a few snubs to a few crips, 

Couple vampire's and true bloods 

Gambling in casino's, have a hundred handing me my c-notes 

The modern day gambino 

I'm careful every step I take 

You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray 

That'd be the last mistake you ever make 

Me I chop his head off from a rooftop 

And race it downstairs just to see if I can catch his fade 

Like groceries when I'm shooting at fags 

Make sure the breads separated and put the fruits in a bag 

Withstand the hatred 

Dudes is falling off doing all they can to save it 

But everybody's run stops ask Brandon Jacobs 

What y'all call swag to me is all faggotry 

Fours want blatt at me that'd equal more casualties 

Abort the strategy 

Or get attacked with that Duracell they put in your back 

Now that's assault and battery 

You can keep the bitching to yourself 

There's beams on every burner 

These lasers, a petition wouldn't help! 

What good is having shooters if they the type that miss? 

Where I'm from, better be careful when you drive that whip 

Niggas put they life at risk for pies that flip 

In my town Ben Affleck wouldn't try that shit 

And if he did he'd get turned around burnt down 

Tell 'em new jacks it'll be a while fore they eligible to earn the crown 

Acid out the baggie 

This is more than dope 

Flawless flow 

Fucking off a sign every horoscope to wore my robes 

Strappin' up the corner cold, critical 

Unquestioned, my opponents know 

I shoot like Capone, watch me own the show 

Chromatose, toasted, getting money while I roam the coast 

Stones and boats, mansions, homes, and hopes 

I deserve 'em both, overdose 

Time to earn my votes, watch me turn the volts 

Voltage through a hater, this electric chair, danger 

Yeah, I see ya 

Now make way fore it turn to diarrhea 

Hear a microphone will give you 3 of everything I wear yeah 

Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer 

Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by the chair, square 

Sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary 

Get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your theory heat 

I got a drop damp here, niggas try me barely 

No one breathes, I need an ants ear, precious necessary 

Got my mind on the cheddar kill my haters together 

Bury em in abundance and starve there family's stomach's 

Paper come in my thumbage, brand new fifties and hundreds 

On point, just like the drum is 

I'm warning them baby mothers 

Got the hunger of a broke rapper 

Kill you while I'm rollin' up then smoke after 

Catch you at your show, snatch ya, empty out the dough faster 

Bentley off the scene, magnum Mo splasher, four packer 

Southside nigga spittin' coke at ya! 

This is for the fronters and the naysayers 

I'm about to scare away the drummers and the bass players 

They say I'm out of my league on this one 

So when I get done I want you to cut your fuckin' ears off, Twitpic 'em! 

Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity 

You gon be around here bout long as Justin Bieber's virginity 

This is Jesus identity, mixed with weed 

Hennessey, Kennedy, King 

Mixed with a kill or be killed, killer regime 

Ill as you seen, switch 

Y'all write all that hard shit then you fall right off, it's horrible 

My oracle is all I offer, so before I borrow 

You won't be here tomorrow flow 

Sorry, I will probably adios my body with somebody toast 

This shit just practice 

Sickest rapping Baptist 

Kill your pastor, steal your Chapstick 

After that make you kiss a cactus 

Then, take your hoe, make the hoe give the whole clique fellatio 

Everyone, that wasn't the whole entourage on HBO 

Then after that, I tell her, I can't do much with you, shawty! 

I just found out I could fly to Dubai and hire buffy the body! 

Don't call us if the bitches ain't flawless 

If they are then we can hang like Aretha Franklin bra-less 

The drunk me can box like the sober you 

The sober me be more nervous than Waka Flocka in the voting booth 

We beef like being deep and dumping K's 

You beef like Lady Gaga and her stylist 

Y'all get together to look good in front of a bunch of gays 

My feng shui is a pump in the desert 

You'll come up shorter than an Asian jumping out of a trunk in the desert 

While my wolf pack looks for strippers and cocaine 

Niggas snitching, it's a shame 

We call em male tattlers 

Fiends touching they noses more than URL battlers 

It's hard to spit saliva when you spit fire 

So I'll just pour sugar in your gas tank 

Put a banana in your tailpipe 

Ah ha, so the car can fit the driver