So Serious Lyrics - Mood Muzik, Vol. 2 - Joe Budden

You niggaz couldn't fuck the broads I choose 

Couldn't push the rides that I cruise, niggaz couldn't tie my shoes 

I've been all around the world 

You niggaz ain't men, y'all are girls, niggaz couldn't bench what I curl 

Shouldn't be a question about your favorite rapper 

And my label got me questioning my favorite rapper 

So I, broke hard, one man gang, no squad 

No Cailis needed to go hard, listen 

It's not rappin, I'm spittin bout everythin that happened 

In a few bars, twenty five years get packed in 

No regrets til my days up 

Can't be Pat Ewing lookin back on that lay-up 

When you hood like me, you pull up in that Taurus 

Still turnin down pussy, you get too many offers 

My guards up, too many crossed us 

Nowadays, not enough chiefs and it's too many bosses 

I'm forreal wit it 

Everybody can't be a boss man 

Everybody can't have weight 

Somebody gotta have bags 

Everybody can't have a brick, somebody gotta have an O around here somewhere! 

Man lets just be forreal about it 

As if y'all needed to be reminded 

I don't look for trouble, I just help a nigga find it 

A & R feel like everybody the one 

I walk around feelin like everybody my son, one 

Shorty feelin the God, I can't blame her 

And kicked down the door and came through like Kramer (word) 

Now find a nigga better than that 

I walked out the movie "Source" and started settin my trap 

And I don't yap about how I move wit all the guns 

Like a hustlers dance, can't do that where I'm from, son 

Talk to me, if it's about a buck, heavy cream 

On my Eric Bana shit, fuck everythin! 

They thought I would go astray, but I won't 

David Banner may have time to play, but I don't 

Cause I spit the cane wit ease 

And I can't just freeze not until this whole game's febreezed 

Muffuckas