Joe Budden - Heart of the City lyrics
[Joe Budden - Heart of the City lyrics]
This my disclaimer this is not beef
This is far from beef see (whistles)
You know it's not beef
When a ngga's whistling
This is just family bullshit
So we going to get into this shit real quick
I don't want to spend too
Much time on this shit
But real quick - ayy ngga don't cut me off
Turn back up in the headphones
Real quick, I listened to the shit
I heard the little slick
Shit about, you know
You protecting my life and all this shit
That shit sound good on a record
Sound good on a record
I'll believe it when I'm dead, ngga
First the A Team break up
Now every day I wake up
A ngga got a problem with Joe
A coward ngga don't like you
'cause his whole style recycled
And nobody wanna hear that flow
Listen, I mean this is how you
Know a ngga looking for glory
Got my phone number, any problems
Coulda called me
Heard the Big Brother shit, honestly
It bored me
How it go again? Here nggas, the real story
I met you and Hitch
Had a couple of dope punchlines
Y'all was from the hood
Ain't want them to be unsigned
Said I'd intervene
Long as nggas stayed faithful
And the Envys, Clues
Big Mikes wouldn't play you
They said y'all was garbage
I said y'all was hotness
Did a whole tape with y'all
And Nelly Nel dropped it
Got a little buzz gave nggas a little fame
Schooled nggas to the game
I gave nggas they name
No paperwork, stepped to y'all
"what y'all wanna do?"
Was supposed to sign to me
Y'all signed to Clue
I'm like "y'all signed to WHO?"
You know a ngga through
The harsh reality of all that is I was used
Then y'all two split can't front, I disagreed
I only put y'all together to make history
Feelings to the side we'll
Do the track together we still alive dog
Let's do it for Stack together you see
I could care less about your beef with Hitch
I care about our well being, features, hit's
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
Gettin nowhere fast being a Lox knock off
I'll clear your mental
You signed to a ngga on radio all
Week and he barely spin you
Like every bar about some shit
He rarely been through
Yeah you a gorilla and
You looking for toasters
It's no wonder he ain't getting
No bookings for shows
'Cause 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, let's kick it
Kick any freestyle where you rip shit
I got you more buzz off my snippet
So keep going with your
Jersey City war stories
You'll sell records on Ocean, maybe 440
I'm on my guard 'cause 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 ngga 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 taking it light on you
I didn't 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 looking 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 wouldn't press play
The shit's childish
Y'all abort it's 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 ain't your tapeworm
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 Montgomery
Playing Anthony Hopkins
In Silence of The Lamb
Look, instead of wasting energy
On some next shit
Lock in the studio ngga and make a record
Do something constructive, start your career
I'll meet you at the top
And we can argue there i'm just sayin
This is far from beef see (whistles)
You know it's not beef
When a ngga's whistling
This is just family bullshit
So we going to get into this shit real quick
I don't want to spend too
Much time on this shit
But real quick - ayy ngga don't cut me off
Turn back up in the headphones
Real quick, I listened to the shit
I heard the little slick
Shit about, you know
You protecting my life and all this shit
That shit sound good on a record
Sound good on a record
I'll believe it when I'm dead, ngga
First the A Team break up
Now every day I wake up
A ngga got a problem with Joe
A coward ngga don't like you
'cause his whole style recycled
And nobody wanna hear that flow
Listen, I mean this is how you
Know a ngga looking for glory
Got my phone number, any problems
Coulda called me
Heard the Big Brother shit, honestly
It bored me
How it go again? Here nggas, the real story
I met you and Hitch
Had a couple of dope punchlines
Y'all was from the hood
Ain't want them to be unsigned
Said I'd intervene
Long as nggas stayed faithful
And the Envys, Clues
Big Mikes wouldn't play you
They said y'all was garbage
I said y'all was hotness
Did a whole tape with y'all
And Nelly Nel dropped it
Got a little buzz gave nggas a little fame
Schooled nggas to the game
I gave nggas they name
No paperwork, stepped to y'all
"what y'all wanna do?"
Was supposed to sign to me
Y'all signed to Clue
I'm like "y'all signed to WHO?"
You know a ngga through
The harsh reality of all that is I was used
Then y'all two split can't front, I disagreed
I only put y'all together to make history
Feelings to the side we'll
Do the track together we still alive dog
Let's do it for Stack together you see
I could care less about your beef with Hitch
I care about our well being, features, hit's
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
Gettin nowhere fast being a Lox knock off
I'll clear your mental
You signed to a ngga on radio all
Week and he barely spin you
Like every bar about some shit
He rarely been through
Yeah you a gorilla and
You looking for toasters
It's no wonder he ain't getting
No bookings for shows
'Cause 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, let's kick it
Kick any freestyle where you rip shit
I got you more buzz off my snippet
So keep going with your
Jersey City war stories
You'll sell records on Ocean, maybe 440
I'm on my guard 'cause 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 ngga 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 taking it light on you
I didn't 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 looking 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 wouldn't press play
The shit's childish
Y'all abort it's 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 ain't your tapeworm
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 Montgomery
Playing Anthony Hopkins
In Silence of The Lamb
Look, instead of wasting energy
On some next shit
Lock in the studio ngga and make a record
Do something constructive, start your career
I'll meet you at the top
And we can argue there i'm just sayin