Joe Budden - World Takeover lyrics

Whoever thought that
Taking over the world would take
Longer than 3 years i know I didn't shit
Matter of fact it ain't
It ain't been 3 years yet
Well the takeover is coming
I know you hear 'em coming
It feel like '03 yet? You in that mood yet?!
I just like sayin that shit
That shit just sound good jersey!
The king of New Jersey world Takeover
You got some wanna shoot 'em on
Site then there's some wanna scratches
Some wanna shoot 'em on site scratches
Some, some wanna shoot 'em
On site scratches Some
Some wanna shoot 'em on site then
There's some wanna shank me
Put him out to dry
You got some wanna hang me
Then I pissed 'em off


Or made some of 'em angry
All I did for this hood I
THOUGHT niggas would thank me
And I could give a fuck bout
Where none of you rank me
Him, him, them, son none of 'em ain't me
I worked hard to get here
Now that I got here they want me gone
They tryna treat Joe like a Yankee


Some wanna shoot 'em on site then
There's some wanna shank me
Put him out to dry
You got some wanna hang me
Then I pissed 'em off
Or made some of 'em angry
All I did for this hood I
THOUGHT niggas would thank me
And I could give a fuck bout
Where none of you rank me
Him, him, them, son none of 'em ain't me
I worked hard to get here
Now that I got here they want me gone
They tryna treat Joe like a Yankee
Mic check 1, 2 i say what I mean
I mean what I say what I feel
Do whatever I want to
Got into something you can't undo
I piss in whatever subway your train
Of thought gotta run through
I'm by my lonely
So I might let the hawk show
Any block, I double park
Get out and walk slow
And nowadays niggas like
Listenin to bullshit, it's obvious
Even Tyra got a talk show
Left the Sidekick home
Took the old school pager
I wanna believe there's no such
Thing as a hater do something for somebody
They expect something in return
Now there's no such thing as a favor
Soon as I stop smoking
Blunts come out in flavors
I think of New Orleans when
I step out in gators (talk to 'em)
Some dudes starving
Their ribs just keep touchin
My shoulder nicknamed me Chicago
I keep brushing
E'ry nationwide artist ain't national
Rappers appear to be dicks
That really vaginal
E'ry Capo out there ain't seeing capital
And everybody's rationale really
Ain't rational (oh)
So when I'm toting the 5
I rep Willy's and Jers
I don't need to be on Ocean Drive
See the white tee wit my cig lit
I'm Larry Brown
New York is fucked up so they
Signed me to fix shit
When beef come I'm never tryna
Find me a biscuit
Late night I'm never tryna find
Me a quick trick
Call me I'll tell you how stupid a bitch get
I know they every move
See me on that kid shit
They wanna bring harm to you
Front like they really got a bond with you
Like 'member I went to the prom with you
(nah)
Fuck dude got not choice but to bong at you
Mans ain't gorilla
So better have King Kong with you
He's bitch see the lypo on him
Caravan might ride slow on him, mu'fucker
I might let this lil red light glow on him
Hope he walk round wit Geico on him
Mu'fucker look, pardon you fags
Yea I heard part of your raps
It's all wack, how you start to get gassed
And this rap shit is like reality TV
It's totally different from what
It's marketed as know the game's fucked up
No I can't call it quit's
Can't knock me down
And I won't fall and trip
I gotta just milk this shit for all it gives
No chain on but 10 mortgages so naw fam
Don't wanna talk or just chit-chat
Fell down liftin the pound just
From the kick back
Dudes got a problem wit me
Just a snitch that
Ask anybody, I'm the wrong one to get at
Get that? She so stupid, I'mma get her talk
Some of that good phone sex shit we be doin
Aight, take me from the mu'fuckin tippity