no comment lyrics – joe budden

“no comment”

[intro:]
uh-ohhhh, uh-oh
uh-ohhhhhh! that on top, ohh!
ta-ha, joey (yeah, sh*t go hard too)
no comment, no comment
ta-ha, whole bunch of yappin
jersey! that m.j. bullsh*t
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 n*gg*z 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 f*ckery 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, n*gg*!

[chorus:]
what up with you and so-and-so? heard you got a diss
don’t know about that, but i know about this n*gg*
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 n*gg*z on a pedestal
for rappin ’bout a bunch of bullsh*t 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 b*tches keep tellin him that size don’t matter (ta-ha)

[chorus w/ ad libs]

things n*gg*z 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 n*gg* is sensitive
in his interview, say i’m askin for a he*rs*
but couple months back he was askin for a verse
only hurts is the team used to b*mp you
now he look like a fiend, i should slump you

[outro – ad libs to the end]

/ joe budden lyrics