world takeover lyrics – joe budden

“world takeover”

[joe budden]
whoever thought that, taking over the world would take
longer than 3 years
i know i didn’t sh*t
matter of fact it ain’t, it ain’t been 3 years yet
well the takeover is coming
i know you hear ’em coming
it feel like ’03 yet?
you in that mood yet?!?!
i just like sayin that sh*t
that sh*t just sound good
jersey!
the king of new jersey
world takeover

you got some wanna shoot ’em on site then there’s some wanna [scratches]
some wanna shoot ’em on site [scratches]
some, some wanna shoot ’em on site [scratches] some
some wanna shoot ’em on site then there’s some wanna shank me
put him out to dry, you got some wanna hang me
then i p*ssed ’em off, or made some of ’em angry
all i did for this hood i thought n*gg*z would thank me
and i could give a f*ck bout where none of you rank me
him, him, them, son none of ’em ain’t me
i worked hard to get here, now that i got here
they want me gone, they tryna treat joe like a yankee
[gun shots] (is this what you want?!)

some wanna shoot ’em on site then there’s some wanna shank me
put him out to dry, you got some wanna hang me
then i p*ssed ’em off, or made some of ’em angry
all i did for this hood i thought n*gg*z would thank me
and i could give a f*ck bout where none of you rank me
him, him, them, son none of ’em ain’t me
i worked hard to get here, now that i got here
they want me gone, they tryna treat joe like a yankee
mic check 1,2
i say what i mean, i mean what i say what i feel
do whatever i want to
got into something you can’t undo
i p*ss in whatever subway your train of thought gotta run through
i’m by my lonely, so i might let the hawk show
any block, i double-park, get out and walk slow
and nowadays n*gg*z like listenin to bullsh*t, its obvious
even tyra got a talk show
left the sidekick home, took the old school pager
i wanna believe there’s no such thing as a hater
do something for somebody, they expect something in return
now there’s no such thing as a favor
soon as i stop smoking, blunts come out in flavors
i think of new orleans when i step out in gators (talk to ’em)
some dudes starving, their ribs just keep touchin
my shoulder nicknamed me chicago, i keep brushing
e’ry nationwide artist ain’t national
rappers appear to be d*cks that really v*g*n*l
e’ry capo out there ain’t seeing capital
and everybody’s rationale really ain’t rational (oh!)
so when i’m toting the 5
i rep willy’s and jers, i don’t need to be on ocean drive
see the white tee wit my cig lit
i’m larry brown, new york is f*cked up so they signed me to fix sh*t
when beef come i’m never tryna find me a biscuit
late night i’m never tryna find me a quick trick
call me i’ll tell you how stupid a b*tch get
i know they every move, see me on that kid sh*t
they wanna bring harm to you
front like they really got a bond with you
like ‘member i went to the prom with you (nah!)
f*ck dude got not choice but to bong at you
mans ain’t gorilla, so better have king kong with you
he’s b*tch see the lypo on him
caravan might ride slow on him, mu’f*cker
i might let this lil red light glow on him
hope he walk round wit geico on him, mu’f*cker
look, pardon you f*gs, yea i heard part of your raps
it’s all wack, how you start to get g*ssed
and this rap sh*t is like reality tv
it’s totally different from what it’s marketed as
know the game’s f*cked up, no i can’t call it quits
can’t knock me down, and i won’t fall and trip
i gotta just milk this sh*t for all it gives
no chain on but 10 mortgages
so naw fam, don’t wanna talk or just chit-chat
fell down liftin the pound just from the kick back
dudes got a problem wit me, just a snitch that
ask anybody, i’m the wrong one to get at
get that?

she so stupid, i’ma get her talk
some of that good phone s*x sh*t we be doin
aight, take me from the mu’f*ckin tippity

/ joe budden lyrics