Joe Budden feat. Joell Ortiz Warfare 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
  • [Joe Budden]
    You're now hearin hip hop at it's finest
    I'm just criminal minded
    The Ed Hardy with the fine fit (oh)
    Track just started, no need to rewind it

    [Joell Ortiz]
    Me, I'm bringin' fresh air back, I'm rap's heimlich
    Got 'em all sick is that vomit?
    Ew you nasty
    Man I'll smack your skin if you feel you past it

    [Joe Budden]
    It's like we lions against Lassies
    Niggas ain't nice, they lyin, the flow ass cheek
    I'm on the beat like Contra POW
    Steamroll over shit, I'm in a Tonka now
    This ain't about radio, see I'm beyond the dial
    But still strong arm a nigga, E. Honda style (ow)

    [Joell Ortiz]
    The inserts of your album put my ganja out
    That sweeter than the lip gloss on Rihanna's mouth
    Y'all sleepin, in pajamas on your momma's couch
    I'm freakin, in the Bahamas throwin condoms out

    [Joe Budden]
    Hold up dog, these felons ain't predicates, hands castle delicate
    Metal spit, leave 'em on the field like Everett (oh)
    I does my own stunts, like the Jackie Chan movie
    Mismatch, belt Prada but the pants Louie
    If you ain't fair to me, then your whole camp sushi
    Rockin Iceberg when niggas didn't understand Snoopy
    Damn moolies, chain of command's ran through me
    You and your man uzi, Slow Down like Brand Nubie
    Can't do me, grant to me, like a man groupie
    If that's the number one pick, then he Sam Bowie
    And I hate to blow a homie on your mans
    You ain't Kid Rock, can't box the Tommy with your hands, motherfucker

    [Joell Ortiz]
    I was really in the lobby with the grands tryna take guap
    In the hallway, all day, is or it ain't hot
    Listen to Hot 9, like what do they got
    That I don't, With a blindfold I see everyone they say's hot
    It's too easy, I'm feelin like I'm a cheater (why?)
    The flow heavy, your's light like a slice of pita (haha)
    When moms was pregnant she was lightin reefer
    That's why I'm nice, in the middle of Alaska I'll write a heater
    I'm just cool and rough, hoody matchin my Adidas
    Pants with the permanent wrinkles like I am Ian Eagle
    I will make every last one of you guys believers
    Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm playin timer's keeper

    [Joe Budden]
    Treat me like a big brother, slash fifth tucker
    Let the cig snuff you, you a kid, fuck ya
    Cocked AK, Mayday, listenin to Dre Day
    Can't call me, dick in the mouth, somethin like Ray J
    They like Steve Irwin up against the stringray
    Heat up like ging ray, when somethin with the beans spray

    [Joell Ortiz]
    Uh, take a sip of E

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