Joe Budden - Heart Of The City(ransom diss) wit lyrics

Описание: Joe Budden responding to Ransom.
First the A-Team break, now everyday I wake Up
A nigga got a problem with Joe!
A clown nigga dont like you cuz his whole style recycled
And nobody wanna hear that flow!
Listen, I mean this is how you know a nigga looking for glory
Got my phone number, any problems, could've called me
Heard the Big Brother shit, honestly it bored me
How it go again? Here niggas, the real story:
I met you and Hitch, had a couple of dope punchlines
Yall was from the hood, aint want them to be unsigned
Said ?????? as long as niggas stayed faithful
And the Envys, Clues, Big Mikes wouldnt play you
They said yall was garbage, I said yall was hotness
Did a whole tape with yall and Nelly Nel dropped it
Got a little buzz gave niggas a little fame
Schooled niggas to the game, I gave niggas they name
No paperwork, stepped to yall like "what yall wanna do?"
Was supposed to sign to me, yall signed to Clue
I'm like "yall signed to WHO?" you know a nigga through
The harsh reality of all that is I was used
Then yall two split. Can't front, I disagreed
I only put yall together to make history
Feelings to the side we'll do the track together
We still alive dog, lets do it for Stack together
You see, I could care less about yor beef with Hitch
I care about our well being, features, hits
So I'll tell you like I told your manager kid
Just being real hoping you can handle the shit
Fuck how your glock pop off, how your flock not soft
You gettin no where fast being a Lox knock off
I'll clear your mental
You signed to a nigga on radio all week and he barely spin you
Like Every bar about some shit he rarely been through
Yeah you a guerilla and you looking for toast
It's no wonder he aint gettin no bookings for shows
Cuz your fans is like mine dog, looking for growth
I mean always the same shit, whole image tainted
Now he wanna chase the south, all on Wayne's dick
Your fiends is invisible, they never took a hit
How you Duffle Bag Ran and you never took a trip?
Dogs, lets kick it
Kick any freestyle where you rip shit, I got your more buzz off my snippet
So keep going with your Jersey City war stories
You'll sell recods on Ocean, maybe 4-40
I'm on my guard cuz it could get drastic
Your tapes bang like hardwood, they not classics
It's me, I'll always want you to get a million
Same nigga that told you to start spittin with feeling
You started your switch from your songs about water
Part of the reason now every song's about your daughter
I'm takin it light on you, I didnt wanna torch ya
The nerve of this young boy gettin out of order
look, it's one king. How I'm under you?
Go check hiphopgame, you'll always be number 2
I'm like "Ran comin at duke? the man got heart though"
Fuck me, worry 'bout Sam Scarfo
Serious Jones, Meedah, Bralick
It's too much history with me ock stop it
Or go keep being a murderer duke
I'm in the meetings, A&R's never heard of the dude
I'm just saying, the shit's lokking like it's all promo
They put the battery in your back, it's all homo
Your own team know you couldn't see me on your best day
If you was on Diddy's album, still wouldnt press play
The shit's childish, yall abort its slaughter
Never burn a bridge when you gotta cross the water
See if I reach Fab's level and you reach mine
Everyone'll be okay, we'll be fine
But you wanna go and put shit all in a rhyme
Build a little buzz maybe get a little shine
The JC disease: you've been bit by the hate germ
Comin' the wrong way dog, i aint your tape worm
The whole hood'll hear sirens for the man
I take the shit as you admiring, you a fan
If it's violence understand
I'll drive down, my gun'll be playing Anthony Hopkins in Silence of The Lamb
Look, instead wasting energy on some next shit
Lock in the studio nigga and make a record
Do somthing constructive, start your career
I'll meet you at the top and we can argue there



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