Joe Budden feat. Emanny All of Me Lyrics

Mood Muzik 3: The Album Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Dear Diary
  • 2 Hiatus
  • 3 Family Reunion
  • 4 Get No Younger
  • 5 Un4given
  • 6 All of Me
  • 7 Long Way to Go
  • 8 Thou Shall Not Fall
  • 9 Ventilation
  • 10 Warfare
  • 11 Roll Call
  • 12 Secrets
  • 13 Send Him Our Love
  • 14 Star Inside Me
  • 15 Still in My Hood
  • 16 4 Walls
  • [Emanny]
    I give you my all, but it seems like that's not enough
    Now you can get all of me
    A lot of things have changed from what I see
    Is this the way its supossed to be

    [Joe Budden]
    Are you in that mood yet, one mo' 'gain
    Look, they say tomorrow's not promised, but if it was I wouldn't get open
    Wouldn't get souped, them shit's was made to be broken
    'Member comin' up dudes talkin' 'bout hoes, boastin'
    I was just a Juvenile movin in slow motion
    I dropped outta school to be a dude with mad jewelry
    Once I got it shit wasn't even cool to me
    I dreamt of condos and video vixens
    Until I learned most girls in videos is pidgeons
    I just wanted the world to see that I was for real with it
    Wanted a deal, I got it and couldn't deal with it
    I want me and my old homeboys to still kick it
    I wish they saw me as Mouse and not a meal ticket
    Let the beat play, I wish I could see a day wit no he say, she say, just wanna see Trey
    Wanna play the hood and not fuck with the toasters
    Middle child, wish me and my brother was closer
    I wanna scream at her, catch myself before I start to
    And then remember it takes two people to argue
    All she do is provoke me, all I do is diss her
    All I did was shake her, she say that I hit her
    She just takin' everythin' I say out of context
    I'm tryin' not to black, I'm like a nigga with a complex
    Was mad as a fuck, didn't even show it
    Yesterday was better off, didn't even know it
    Complete role reversal so it's useless these days
    TV got real, music went fake, please help her for God's sake
    When I proposed to the game I figured life was merry
    Five years later I'm feelin' like Tyler Perry
    Maybe I'm exhausted, maybe I just lost it
    Maybe I should pick up a pen and try n' force it
    Same old story, guts and no glory, they tryna low ball me, do him like Joe Torre
    I reintroduced myself to the world: I'm Jerz
    I'm an artist, I paint pictures, I don't rhyme words
    More than a rapper I pay attention to detail
    But how I do in retail tells me if I prevail
    Leonardo ain't seen these trials and tribulations
    Foul situations with some mild stipulations
    I feel like being an addict is a curse
    It's somethin' 'bout dude that makes bad shit worse
    Look, it's three types of niggas in this world ya' know
    So you either goin' make shit happen or
    Watch shit happen or, not know what happened
    So I couldn't just sit there like, fuck rappin
    It's dudes with problems I couldn't imagine havin'
    If I had to have 'em I couldn't fathom me lastin', like
    I used to bump into Tammy in the club
    Few of them, she even helped a nigga get in
    See a person long enough you know you bound to get fly wit 'em
    Care for 'em, be more than "hi" and "bye" with 'em
    Its been a while, I can't front like I ain't phased
    She was my reality check, cause we the same age
    I mean she put on a show that you can't stage
    She made the shit sound effortless
    I was damn near in tears checkin' my messages
    I got goosebumps all over my skin
    She said, Mouse I highly doubt that I'll ever see you again
    Hope everything is well kid
    You see I'm just findin' out I have a brain tumor but I never felt it
    The doctor's giving me three weeks to live
    Not three weeks 'til I die, that's three weeks to give
    I just wanna tell you that I love you and I care
    I wish you all the best throughout the rest of your career
    And then she broke into tears
    I pressed seven, took the phone from my ears
    Sometimes the simplest of things people need it
    But I ain't call back in fear of being speechless
    What was I to put her at ease with
    I picked a real bad time to be strategic
    I think my life's bad, picking up the pieces
    Some folk already got they appointment to see Jesus
    In this world full of diseases
    I've learned not to bite my tongue or have seizures
    Depression tells me I suck
    So I reply, I ain't here cause I fell down, I'm here cause I got up
    And then I'm goin' back and forth with Ransom
    Shit came outta nowhere, was real random
    According to him, I'm responsible for Jerz too
    I never helped niggas, how the fuck you think they heard you
    Motherfucka's got a lot of nerve, dude
    I was the nigga believed in you spittin'
    Had to con the industry just so they would listen
    But go 'head, you just gon' rep yourself
    How was you protecting me, you can't protect yourself
    Keep the lies to a minimal, just read your interview
    I can't help but ask what's gotten into dude
    Media trainin' but he don't know how that go
    It'd help you come across not soundin' like an asshole
    In my past though been to jail, I ain't enjoy it
    So why would I stand behind the mic and exploit it
    I ain't ig'nant, just because I exercise spiritually
    They try to ignore how I exercise lyrically
    I thought I had a great job
    Back when niggas loved the culture, wasn't in it for the money like a A-Rod
    Even when I'm spitting 'bout current events
    Its a sublime sayin', who's more current than him
    So I'm wonderin', if a higher power tryna under-man
    When you shoot for the stars, sometimes your gun'll jam
    I ain't been to Summer Jam
    I learned from Lupe: when you dumb it down its just harder to understand
    2008, foes is still near me
    So you can think I'm tight as FUCK, I'm still weary
    The Geto Boys say its all in the mind
    Certain wounds only heal over time
    No shame in my game, no pain, no gain
    And since I ain't see a prophet I figured God would stop it
    Waitin' on a alley, niggas just won't lob it
    Still a risk taker let me put it in words
    Can't steal second base and keep your foot on first
    Been about ten years since I was high off the angel
    Now I'm walkin' side by side with an angel
    In front of my eyes that prize keep gettin' dangled
    But can't grab at it, my pride is being strangled
    Workin' shorty's nerves like a personal trainer
    But its me, its personal, it ain't her
    Friends keep tellin me leave her, I won't
    Cause she sees somethin' in me that I don't
    And I see somethin' in her that ya'll won't
    If you never been in love don't tell me I'm wrong
    See I preach gratitude, she keeps an attitude
    Argue long enough and that shit becomes laughable
    My norm now since for her it's so natural
    Wish I could tell her that all them niggas after you
    So not compatible, that we compatible
    Its nothin' else in this world that we would rather do
    Anybody out there relate to my pain
    Turn the music up let me know that I'm sane
    We broke up, bitches was starin' at my chain
    Dude was fuckin' you but starin' at my name
    But we ain't gotta entertain all that
    Back like we never left, we overcame all that
    Fuck who made better tacos or who's ass fatter
    Let's live for now, right now, none of that matters
    Keep bringin' it up its goin' backlash us
    Why am I meeting so many back-stabbers
    Why when I'm about to crash I go faster, past is a disaster
    When your house is see through, learn to close your eyes
    In case the Glass shatters
    Just sayin', it's always a million more pages when my stupid ass keep
    Thinkin' I'm on the last chapter
    No tit for tat, I ain't equipped for that
    Back in New York, chit chat with a Midget Mack
    As I get older...I keep gettin' sick of rap
    Wanna call it quits, but a nigga can't picture that...

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