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Freestyle feat. Stack Bundles & A-Team
Joe Budden
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Okay, yeah, it's what?
It's that On Top Music (Yeah)
Eighteen, Stat
Oh, oh, oh
It's your boy, man
Is this what you want?
Huh? Is this what you want?
Niggas ain't fucking with us, man, real quick
A.S. shit happen
Hold up, niggas still want none of sons
Pull back like they buns, but one-on-one, wait
It's time to ride, there you go, Akh, spray the K
When he got a thousand odd robots on layaway
Bullshit irrelevant, fam
Longest nose on the block, the whole hood'll call me Elephant Man
Nope, it ain't reggae when the eight gon' bomb you
And have his whole wig looking like Sinead O'Connor
Fire that Lyca, these rappers is like Tyson teams
Can't tell it's time to retire that mic?
Streets is still with him, some ign'ants still diss him
Now we know exactly how it feel to be a Piston
Bitch, shield keep your dome and sell that pussy
A monster, not Charlize Theron
Give it a sec, my team'll let it fly
R&B thugs, they never seen a bigger lie
They gon' move they body when the ninas in the sky
Fuck New York strong, got New York sewn
Now treat me like New York's home, nigga
Squad up, A-Dub, A-Dub
Squad up, A-Dub, A-Dub
Squad up, A-Dub, A-Dub
It's what? It's that On Top Music
I remember niggas wanted to bang out with me
Now I'm on a couple of Clues and niggas wanna hang out with me
Better slide 'cause Ran pull them things out quickly
Your man aight, but bet the nigga can't out-spit me
And you heard that I might be the truth
It's a crime to be this hot, the judge gave me life in the booth
I'm a monster, stomp your windpipe with my boots
Come to your block and stick a long knife in your goose
We can take it to the beef, I ain't talking 'bout rap neither
No, we can't chill or get on a track either
See me in Miami, black Timbs and black beaters
Fucking with the diesel, I ain't talking 'bout Shaq neither
Come on, dudes, you gotta respect me
If my hands can't do it, then the shotty'll let me
If you a mob, you'll need a couple Gottis to wet me
Throw in a Tony Montana or probably a Pesci, sucker
Squad up, A-Dub, A-Dub
Squad up, A-Dub, A-Dub
Squad up, A-Dub, A-Dub
It's what? It's that On Top Music
You nailed this to embarrassment, tipsy freestyle
Three hundred spins a week, now that's something to be ashamed of
TRL appearance is something to be ashamed of
With no distribution, that's something to be ashamed of
Gave 'em reason to hate him, same niggas they idolize
And look up to embrace him, so why wouldn't they raid him?
The up-and-coming with the most promising career
Running backwards, laughing at you niggas in the rear
The pressure is so hemorrhaging, need a helping hand
I'm running out of fingers counting these rap singers that's mimicking
He sound like Bunz, he sound like Stat
Listeners listening 'cause he ain't never sound like that
These niggas sound like me
If Twista did it with Roc, Ye did it with Roc, Cam did it with Roc
Then I'ma do all three
I'ma do it with the Roc, and cousin, I only spit it with Buddens
'Cause there's one way to being on top
Squad up, A-Dub, A-Dub
Squad up, A-Dub, A-Dub
Squad up, A-Dub, A-Dub
It's what? It's that On Top Music
Sit back, sit back with the brown label
With armor on my chest like a knight at the round table
Game tight, flame mics all in the same night
Nigga, CD's garbage, dirt cost the same price
While a kid'll blow, grip a O
Play the crack spot like the blacktop, watch how I give and go
Look, got a sicker flow, rip a show, twist a ho
And I been flames since my chain was a Figaro
Making all the bread, caking on the reg'
In the strip, so you might get taken by the feds
But my niggas is waiting with the lead
So they can put shells in your head like Jamaicans with the dreads
And dog, it ain't hard to do it, I get caught
I'm doing time in the crib like Martha Stewart
Trust that my whole squad is ruthless
So you should get back, I don't rap, I spit arsenic fluid, G
Yeah, it's On Top
Y'all niggas better scream at us
Yeah, it's A-Dub time
Squad up, bitches
It's that On Top shit
Y'all niggas is not ready
Matter of fact, hold up
It's '05, I'm like John Madden this year
I'm blowing the game up
Y'all niggas is faggots, man
Y'all niggas talkin' 'bout that '05 nigga 'round here
Nigga, yeah, yeah
It's On Top
201, Bitches
Scream at your boy