Inspectah Deck - House Nigga (Joe Budden Diss) lyrics
[Inspectah Deck - House Nigga Joe Budden Diss lyrics]
First of all, you a blog thug, YouTube goon
HOUSE NIGGA! Your food get chewed up rude
I see you like to put your world online
Ain't nobody checking for you
They checking for your girl's behind
While your homey in the bedroom
Lust in his eyes
While you filming dumb shit
They probably fucked a few times
Wow, how you Slaughterhouse? You
Barely get a nod
I'm convict benching, daily in the yard
So I'm built like Optimus Prime
You couldn't see me with binoculars
I'm, way ahead of you
Obviously I'm better too
Deck show him how to properly rhyme
He on mine
Like he didn't see the property sign
Lyrically blunt, I'm broad day
Physically dump
This nigga's life's a publicity stunt
But, he think he fever, I ain't a believer
Def Jam chucked him
They ain't feel him neither
Why are you talking like
The Morpheus of rhymes? When my first shit
Sold more than all your shit combined
Worshiping Tahiry's doing something
To your mind i should get your tummy tucked
Just for jumping out of line
Man, really? Name me three Joe Budden songs
Don't worry, I got time, I cut the song
Oh, oh man, umm, three Joe Budden songs, umm
Damn, uh, the - Pump It Up!
Uh, agh - ahh, shit this
For a hundred thousand, too?
Ahh, I'm bout to blow the shit!
Ahh did I say Pump It Up? Oh, oh -
Still waiting, Resident Patient, stay sick
Basic, the truth's on, face it, taste it
Hunt it to the head
Make him retract statements
My next move, probably increase your hatred
Take it how you take it, HBO Bodie
State wide ain't nobody rocking no Joey
I'm a legend, Meth let you live, I'mma set it
And I ain't on the phone but
You get the text message
I'mma rep til the death
With my life put on it
If it's dollars, then it's cents
Then I'm likely on it i'm deep in the pit's
Where the trife be on it
Only hood you be in, got Nike on it
HOUSE NIGGA! You don't see the strips
Your fuzzy house shoes underneath your bitch
And I ain't got to talk bout Gloria Velez
Stalker ass nigga, you was calling her
Obsessed computer love scrub
Think you safe behind a desk
Like we won't call Redman
And get your address
Yeah, yeah, we got a problem, Houston
Eyes all swoll when the God repute them
Like we need ghostwriting, mothafucka
We the titans
You catch your head cracked with no dice, man
Hood like the dollar van
Taliban carrying bombs
Verbal onslaught, warhawk, blowing your flag
Throw in your towel, there's no chance
Load up the mag
Hold down the Shao, return home
Holding your dome
Glorious king, I wish you would
HOUSE NIGGA! Couch gangsta, think you Suge?
Nah, you the fiend out, halfway house cat
Missing tooth rap, touch Deck, I doubt that
"Pump It Up" was wack
You swagger jacked "Scenario"
All that other trash
Couldn't last in my stereo
Couldn't beat Lloyd Banks, couldn't beat Meth
Couldn't beat Jay-Z, what you got left?
I show you what substance is
(uncontrolled, nigga) , ruggedness
Like fifty ATV's, label me G
You a HOUSE NIGGA! Take your slippers off
Microsoft crook
Never seen a juks, never seen your wifey cook
Never seen you sitting with
Your seeds reading books
Wanna show the mass, that ain't work
So you sold your ass
Showed the world you lame and
No control you have you Google MC
Your feet the only 'sole' you have
Act like you strong in the pit's, up north
Get your manhood took
Right along with your kicks
Like you got it going on in The Bricks
Nigga please only ones know the words to
Your song is your kids
And this here, won't even boost my career
This is kid's stuff
Plus your name ain't big enough
I said, "fuck it, I'd do it for fun"
Have 'em like, "Damn, Deck
Why you do it to son?"
'Cause he, stupid or drunk
Loose wit the tongue
Plus fronting like he want it
Should of knew it would come
Ask around, who dispatching the raw?
Throw our name on the scale
My side probably crash to the floor
Cause I'm heavy like the classic Ford
Before I fall
I will shoot, stab, kick, bite
Scratch and claw
I mean fistfight, grab and all
I'mma get like that's for sure
I'mma give right after the brawl
Small timers, too late for you to come up
You won't get a name off me, you get done up
HOUSE NIGGA! You don't get your hands dirty
They don't respect you outside of Jersey
They don't respect you outside of Jersey, man
Nobody fucking knows you
You trying to disrespect the legend
We king size in this shit, man
Understand that, I go to mothafucking Germany
Japan, Honolulu, France, Ethiopia, Croatia
Niggas know my mothafucking name
Who's you? Who's you?
They don't respect you outside of Jersey
Bow down to the face of greatness, mothafucka
Yeah, you better recruit everybody
The war is on, nigga, the war is on, nigga
Johnny Blaze, you know I got you, man
This nigga is fish food
Straight up fish food
You wanna swim with the sharks?
I'm waiting for your response, nigga
Five minutes long
Next time I'mma give you eight
A dirty eight, straight to the face
Holla back, nigga
HOUSE NIGGA! Your food get chewed up rude
I see you like to put your world online
Ain't nobody checking for you
They checking for your girl's behind
While your homey in the bedroom
Lust in his eyes
While you filming dumb shit
They probably fucked a few times
Wow, how you Slaughterhouse? You
Barely get a nod
I'm convict benching, daily in the yard
So I'm built like Optimus Prime
You couldn't see me with binoculars
I'm, way ahead of you
Obviously I'm better too
Deck show him how to properly rhyme
He on mine
Like he didn't see the property sign
Lyrically blunt, I'm broad day
Physically dump
This nigga's life's a publicity stunt
But, he think he fever, I ain't a believer
Def Jam chucked him
They ain't feel him neither
Why are you talking like
The Morpheus of rhymes? When my first shit
Sold more than all your shit combined
Worshiping Tahiry's doing something
To your mind i should get your tummy tucked
Just for jumping out of line
Man, really? Name me three Joe Budden songs
Don't worry, I got time, I cut the song
Oh, oh man, umm, three Joe Budden songs, umm
Damn, uh, the - Pump It Up!
Uh, agh - ahh, shit this
For a hundred thousand, too?
Ahh, I'm bout to blow the shit!
Ahh did I say Pump It Up? Oh, oh -
Still waiting, Resident Patient, stay sick
Basic, the truth's on, face it, taste it
Hunt it to the head
Make him retract statements
My next move, probably increase your hatred
Take it how you take it, HBO Bodie
State wide ain't nobody rocking no Joey
I'm a legend, Meth let you live, I'mma set it
And I ain't on the phone but
You get the text message
I'mma rep til the death
With my life put on it
If it's dollars, then it's cents
Then I'm likely on it i'm deep in the pit's
Where the trife be on it
Only hood you be in, got Nike on it
HOUSE NIGGA! You don't see the strips
Your fuzzy house shoes underneath your bitch
And I ain't got to talk bout Gloria Velez
Stalker ass nigga, you was calling her
Obsessed computer love scrub
Think you safe behind a desk
Like we won't call Redman
And get your address
Yeah, yeah, we got a problem, Houston
Eyes all swoll when the God repute them
Like we need ghostwriting, mothafucka
We the titans
You catch your head cracked with no dice, man
Hood like the dollar van
Taliban carrying bombs
Verbal onslaught, warhawk, blowing your flag
Throw in your towel, there's no chance
Load up the mag
Hold down the Shao, return home
Holding your dome
Glorious king, I wish you would
HOUSE NIGGA! Couch gangsta, think you Suge?
Nah, you the fiend out, halfway house cat
Missing tooth rap, touch Deck, I doubt that
"Pump It Up" was wack
You swagger jacked "Scenario"
All that other trash
Couldn't last in my stereo
Couldn't beat Lloyd Banks, couldn't beat Meth
Couldn't beat Jay-Z, what you got left?
I show you what substance is
(uncontrolled, nigga) , ruggedness
Like fifty ATV's, label me G
You a HOUSE NIGGA! Take your slippers off
Microsoft crook
Never seen a juks, never seen your wifey cook
Never seen you sitting with
Your seeds reading books
Wanna show the mass, that ain't work
So you sold your ass
Showed the world you lame and
No control you have you Google MC
Your feet the only 'sole' you have
Act like you strong in the pit's, up north
Get your manhood took
Right along with your kicks
Like you got it going on in The Bricks
Nigga please only ones know the words to
Your song is your kids
And this here, won't even boost my career
This is kid's stuff
Plus your name ain't big enough
I said, "fuck it, I'd do it for fun"
Have 'em like, "Damn, Deck
Why you do it to son?"
'Cause he, stupid or drunk
Loose wit the tongue
Plus fronting like he want it
Should of knew it would come
Ask around, who dispatching the raw?
Throw our name on the scale
My side probably crash to the floor
Cause I'm heavy like the classic Ford
Before I fall
I will shoot, stab, kick, bite
Scratch and claw
I mean fistfight, grab and all
I'mma get like that's for sure
I'mma give right after the brawl
Small timers, too late for you to come up
You won't get a name off me, you get done up
HOUSE NIGGA! You don't get your hands dirty
They don't respect you outside of Jersey
They don't respect you outside of Jersey, man
Nobody fucking knows you
You trying to disrespect the legend
We king size in this shit, man
Understand that, I go to mothafucking Germany
Japan, Honolulu, France, Ethiopia, Croatia
Niggas know my mothafucking name
Who's you? Who's you?
They don't respect you outside of Jersey
Bow down to the face of greatness, mothafucka
Yeah, you better recruit everybody
The war is on, nigga, the war is on, nigga
Johnny Blaze, you know I got you, man
This nigga is fish food
Straight up fish food
You wanna swim with the sharks?
I'm waiting for your response, nigga
Five minutes long
Next time I'mma give you eight
A dirty eight, straight to the face
Holla back, nigga