Joe Budden - Thou Shall Not Fall lyrics
[Joe Budden - Thou Shall Not Fall lyrics]
Look I'm on a war path tell the opposition
Naw keep it to your self
I'm my only competition
But keep the hate coming
I love the criticism
But understand I'm successful by
My own admission i never had shit
But a bad bitch
Naw let me stop lying mostly they was average
If you'd say my voice would
Be heard by the masses
A dust head nigga from jerz
I wouldn't grasp it questions you can ask it
Teamed up with the Klasix
Working on a classic, smash hit's
And that's it
Maybe niggas thought my knees gonna buckle
Newport in my mouth with two
G's on the buckle
Got more now than them few g's when I hustle
Spanish broad with them two d's
Like I love you but sexy lady it was nice to
Know you gotta move on
They can't chink my armor a nigga to strong
I think niggas is shady but the proofs gone
I put the jewls on case fools thought
It was gone you've been warned
I tried to told dudes way back in 02
That eventually the game would go
Back to being soul food
I mean soulful while everything is woeful
I try to stay fresh like whole
Foods on the pro tool
But Mista F-A-B wanna mention him
Fell the fuck off I won't mention him
Only respect one Fab and I'm friends with him
Phonte back out I guess nigga
Pumped sense in him
They went in pumped slugs
In my little brother
But dog I still love little brother
This other guy ain't know whose dude
Got glued to you tube I hit Jin asked
Him if he digested his food smooth
How you beef with Joey did
Queer with out ears
To say he ain't show out of fear
Heathcliff ain't scared of the hoagie
The nerve of the young fork
Yosemite Sam is getting gun ho
Nigga bank account got one o
He could snort lines with his
Dick and won't come dope
They stringing you along
Don't take it and try to jump rope
Dog this how you know
You shouldn't feel glory
Cause, I ain't even show and end
Up being the story I'm sorry
Mic check i need it to be known
I'm grown i'm on some next shit
I'm thinking oil money, Texas not a necklace
You gotta to shot at mom dukes
Before the techs spit
I don't go out looking for
Drama like the feds did music with a message
But, I'm no back packer
Some vengefulness in me
But, I'm no back stabber
No baller in the strip clubs
I'm throwing cash at her
I'm trying to help shorty and
Her goals attach faster
Was insecure growing up
Niggas laughed at her
Now she things she got some self
Worth because her ass' fatter
I told her give yourself the hay suss so
Next time that chain you up
You can brake through those
Nigga call you out your name
Mommy break dude nose
Gotta get you where you going
Might take you slow maybe bend
But never let'em make you fold
Except your short coming baby
They gone make you whole i'm gone
Naw keep it to your self
I'm my only competition
But keep the hate coming
I love the criticism
But understand I'm successful by
My own admission i never had shit
But a bad bitch
Naw let me stop lying mostly they was average
If you'd say my voice would
Be heard by the masses
A dust head nigga from jerz
I wouldn't grasp it questions you can ask it
Teamed up with the Klasix
Working on a classic, smash hit's
And that's it
Maybe niggas thought my knees gonna buckle
Newport in my mouth with two
G's on the buckle
Got more now than them few g's when I hustle
Spanish broad with them two d's
Like I love you but sexy lady it was nice to
Know you gotta move on
They can't chink my armor a nigga to strong
I think niggas is shady but the proofs gone
I put the jewls on case fools thought
It was gone you've been warned
I tried to told dudes way back in 02
That eventually the game would go
Back to being soul food
I mean soulful while everything is woeful
I try to stay fresh like whole
Foods on the pro tool
But Mista F-A-B wanna mention him
Fell the fuck off I won't mention him
Only respect one Fab and I'm friends with him
Phonte back out I guess nigga
Pumped sense in him
They went in pumped slugs
In my little brother
But dog I still love little brother
This other guy ain't know whose dude
Got glued to you tube I hit Jin asked
Him if he digested his food smooth
How you beef with Joey did
Queer with out ears
To say he ain't show out of fear
Heathcliff ain't scared of the hoagie
The nerve of the young fork
Yosemite Sam is getting gun ho
Nigga bank account got one o
He could snort lines with his
Dick and won't come dope
They stringing you along
Don't take it and try to jump rope
Dog this how you know
You shouldn't feel glory
Cause, I ain't even show and end
Up being the story I'm sorry
Mic check i need it to be known
I'm grown i'm on some next shit
I'm thinking oil money, Texas not a necklace
You gotta to shot at mom dukes
Before the techs spit
I don't go out looking for
Drama like the feds did music with a message
But, I'm no back packer
Some vengefulness in me
But, I'm no back stabber
No baller in the strip clubs
I'm throwing cash at her
I'm trying to help shorty and
Her goals attach faster
Was insecure growing up
Niggas laughed at her
Now she things she got some self
Worth because her ass' fatter
I told her give yourself the hay suss so
Next time that chain you up
You can brake through those
Nigga call you out your name
Mommy break dude nose
Gotta get you where you going
Might take you slow maybe bend
But never let'em make you fold
Except your short coming baby
They gone make you whole i'm gone