Joe Budden feat. Ezo Get No Younger 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
  • [Intro - Joe Budden - talking] - w/ ad libs
    Uh, it's that knock right here
    Uh, y'all in that mood yet?
    Taha, you need a subo to play this in the car by the way
    Let's go
    I'm a be quiet, let homeboy say what he gotta say
    Get his little shout outs out the way
    Goin, goin, gone

    [DJ On Point - talking over Intro] (*echo*)
    This joint right here is called Get No Younger
    Featuring Ezo
    Shout out to The Klasix on the beat
    Dave, Mike, I see you
    Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3
    Let's go

    [Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
    Now look, I'm in that 550 feelin like Chuck Liddell
    Aside from Rampage Jackson it's "fuck the world"
    My lean came so mean, +So Fresh and So Clean+
    Like a Sunday morning listenin to Joel Osteen
    Like my beat down low, I'm rimmed up with the seat back
    Boo with the sweet back, I definitely need that
    Even if her body make a nigga want eat that
    Bitch you don't +Make+ a nigga +Better+, better see Fab
    I know a bird named Amy, love to tea bag
    Set you up right for some loosies and a weed bag
    Alcoholic, cute face but her weave bad
    And she went to the Winehouse straight from the +Rehab+
    The recap rappers and they G stacks
    Fixated on imaginary ice like freeze tag
    I speed past, ease past with my G swag
    I'm at a level most niggas couldn't see past

    [Hook - Ezo]
    On my grind, chasin dollars (chasin dollars)
    In the fall or the summer (fall or the summer)
    Streets are pullin me under (pullin me under)
    And I ain't gettin no younger

    [DJ On Point - talking over Hook] (*echo*)
    Shout out to Paree
    Jill, Grimstyles
    Can't forget Jay, what up?

    [Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
    Whoa, whoa, some say "sky's the limit", still I'm tryin to reach higher
    So on my deathbed, I'm figurin how to be fly
    I'm talkin above heaven (but)
    But talkin about death is me beatin a dead horse and a nigga love "Slevin"
    I'm a '80's baby with a '60's mind state, Yankee fitted backwards
    Lookin at whippersnappers
    Livin young and reckless, never mind who the best is (might as well)
    They need to get rid of their style, put it on Craigslist (nigga)
    Cause you ain't crazy, stop it
    Even if you was wild like Randy Moss, start feelin Patriotic
    How I'm gon' lose with Tom Brady in the pocket?
    Beggin dude to come back like the Yankees did "The Rocket"
    And just like Clemens did
    Reappear to get the most wins it in, damn dickheads is so sensitive
    Pussies get hemorrhages, find a way to benefit
    Even when it seem the whole World is against the kid

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
    Whoa, I mean, the burner's in the air (is that what you want?)
    Like J. Holiday I'll put you permanently there
    It's +Bedtime+ niggas, weapon of mine niggas, Wesson or nine niggas
    "Minority Report", I'm ahead of your mind niggas
    You wanted to beef, you got twenty with you, I got a hundred with me
    Now this is somethin to see (oh)
    Boogieman your whole squad, put you under some sheets
    In that Dodge Richard Reid had under the sheet
    On some Jetsons shit but if the shook type approach me
    I'll fill 'em with metal 'til he look like Rosey
    Niggas ain't off the hook like Joey
    My feet is up cozy, at the end of my bed
    Get on my Puff Daddy +All About The Benjamins+ shit
    And turn my back on Danja/danger like Timbaland did (ya heard?)
    Hoodie over my head, the snub showin
    Fuck what the World's come to, where the fuck's it goin?

    [Hook] - without ad libs

    [Outro - DJ On Point - talking until the end] (*echo*)
    Shout out to my nigga Trees Bland
    Bland Management
    Shout out to Phat Gear down in A-T-L
    Can't forget Hall of Fame, Coliseum, Jamaica Ave

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