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Family Reunion

アーティスト:Joe Budden  アルバム:Mood Muzik 3: For Better Or For Worse 

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(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 yall to the game (1, 2, 1, 2), 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 Yall doubtin who when I spit the whole lead They be callin code read like Mountain Dew Fore I count to 2 you can get cha back blown Cause ya gimmicks out of minutes like a track phone Get back holmes im 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 Im blackin all my niggas getting this fetti We in the chevy and ready to pop tags in (Chorus- Joe Budden) 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


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