Joe Budden - Three lyrics

When you stay ready you
Ain't gotta get ready, parks
Understand that

Microphone check
It's something new y'all rage
These views only prelude from
The dude on stage i'm old school
So my mind is in a New York state
Still feel like I'm the best rapper
In the New York State
Though I'm a Jersey City product
We like two doors away
Maybe I'm just the best rapper
Whipping New York plates
Indeed it be the God
If Fetty is the face of New Jerz
Then you see how badly we needed I
Young doing it my way, that's Frank Sinatra
I might hang with you bloggers
But I bang with the mobsters


See me right in Hell's Kitchen
Having drinks over pasta
Need the fake to love the real so
Let me thank you impostors Bicoastal early
Y'all hit the Daytons and Impalas
Started buzzing around the time Sporty
Thievz kept saying "nada"
Emcees ain't even bother
And I don't know what's truly worse
Them wanting my spot or not knowing
They gotta move me first

You are now entering the mind of the sick
About as remarkable as it gets
Here's what they think about you
Here's what they think about you
You are now entering the mind of the sick
About as remarkable as it gets
Here's what they think about you
Here's what they think about you

Now, Parks, let me get back to my shit right
Quick now turn me up in my headphones, let
Me get back on my rage
Shit right quick though
But turn the lights down in the booth
Let's do this real quick look it go

Few years, weights up, still sleep, wake up
Bitches know the stakes up since
I beat my case up hip hop shit list
Look at these bastard men dress
I'm just taking back what's owed
And adding interest
Maybe just my love died, loud lit above high
Slugs fly, eyes scrubbed dry
Still a thug cries
All this paraphilia versus my necrophilia
How are they record dealing ya?
I wasn't ever feeling ya
This feeling equates professional weapon
Can't seal it, bruh
Deuce deuce, 380, a chopper Beretta millia
Hov said 30 is the new 20, me
I feel like 30 is the new 40
I bought 30 new 40s
A bitch moving pills get 30s to move off me
Just watch how you moving in Jersey
It's too costly
And memory with candles is where
The energy laying you
Protect me from my loved ones
Enemies I can handle
If you talking Slaughterhouse please
Refer to "SlaughterMouse"
Think twice before you blink twice
You gotta roll with mouth
Got you birds popping
It's Korver or Kurt Warner mouse
And I be dolo
Nobody gotta come warn the mouse
Used to take drives through the tunnel
We getting offers now smelled my men a soda
(Minnesota) , it's teddy
I bridged the water's mouth
Live from the Horror house, calling out
Done with all this drawing mouth
Duke with all the Terry Bradshaw about
Kill spree, cops should look after
Y'all be yelling free your mans
I yell at my man stop getting captured
And all my Irvington niggas over on Lyons put
One in the air for Rev ron
You know we rock with the pastor
Moment of silence

Put one in the air with me
Right quick bruh, we love you
Rest in peace all my Newark niggas
What up? All my niggas
Over at Chancellor, what's good?
Surf, I see you, on neighborhood what
Up? Anywhere there's real niggas around
I'm right at home alright
Bring my drums back in a minute
I like this bass though
I don't think that's gonna change
No time soon though