Joe Budden - Blood On The Wall lyrics
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<i>[Intro: Joe Budden]</i><br>
Whoo! (Uhh, welcome) Ohhh!<br>
I'd like to welcome e'rybody, welcome e'rybody (yo y-yo yo yo)<br>
To the muh'fuckin Padded Room (yo, y-yo, yo)<br>
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<i>[Joe Budden]</i><br>
How many niggaz fell victim to the streets<br>
Rest in peace young nigga, it's a heaven for a G<br>
I'd be a liar if I told you that I never thought of death<br>
My nigga, we the last ones left (l-look) l-look (l-look)<br>
I said - how many niggaz fell victim to the streets<br>
Rest in peace young nigga, it's a heaven for<br>
I'd be a liar if I told you that I never thought of death (l-look look)<br>
My nigga, we the last ones left; but life goes on<br>
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And I ain't gon' stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall!<br>
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L-look, look, look, look<br>
Maybe it started with the rims on the whip<br>
Uh, I lost the Hummer, push the Benz through the strip<br>
But I'll swim with the fish before I lend niggaz shit<br>
Cause personally, they ain't worth the phlegm that I spit<br>
That's why, sometimes I think the end's comin quick<br>
My old ass father shot twins out his dick<br>
So, if they so happen to come out without a older brother<br>
Won't be alone cause comin up at least they'll have each other<br>
At least they'll one another cause life's a muh'fucker<br>
But while I'm here my only job is not to see 'em suffer<br>
Through dope boys, shootouts, stick-ups and undercovers<br>
The world is full of suckers but don't worry, I'm your buffer<br>
Buffer, like I shoulda been for BJ<br>
Well he never listened to nothin we say<br>
(It was) half past 12, midnight on a weekday<br>
Not even 20 hours past his release date, we stay<br>
This nigga hit him up four times, one kick the heart<br>
And that kicked my heart<br>
Call his pops, niggaz pick the phone up<br>
So he can come find his son lyin in his own (blood) blood<br>
On the block that we ran through<br>
House we grew up in, corner we would post on<br>
Shot dead in front of niggaz we would be with<br>
But how the fuck nobody see shit? (nigga)<br>
It's on there to be a brother to his brother lucky<br>
Cause in the belly of the beast I know this shit get ugly<br>
Get on my knees and have a convo with the Lord above me<br>
Maybe sometimes I hear him wrong, I think he sayin "Fuck me"<br>
Only he could judge me, care less what they thinkin of me<br>
Cause honestly I'd be aight if no one ever love me (love me)<br>
I write "I only fear Joe" in blood<br>
Smeared slow on my brain by my earlobe (earlobe)<br>
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And I ain't gon' stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall!<br>
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Y-yo, yo, yo<br>
All I tried do is raise the bar<br>
See my, weeks is scabbed up, days are scarred<br>
Still I love to see a muh'fucker hate from far<br>
More they talk 'bout me the more I pray for y'all<br>
I mean, I don't get how Prodigy gon' acknowledge me<br>
When the nigga 'bout as big as an apostrophe (ohh!)<br>
For him to possibly think that he is hot as me<br>
is far from a prophecy, it's more like a mockery<br>
Used to be hip-hop to me, 'fore you bombarded me<br>
with everything ass like side of me has gotta be drugs<br>
Four-fifths and snubs, what's that about?<br>
Nigga you can't lift the guns that you rappin 'bout<br>
But real talk, I can't front on your old shit<br>
Now you just old as shit! Not old and sick<br>
'Stead of holdin my dick, here's a better way (dawg)<br>
Never mind me, worry about your Medicaid<br>
... Shit's so unfair<br>
Nigga beats carried your ass most of your career<br>
Wanna blog, here's a reason - I FUCKS "Murda Music"<br>
Anybody ever dissed this nigga is still breathin<br>
Jay-Z, Saigon, Nas already peeled him<br>
2Pac, he ain't alive but you ain't kill him<br>
50 signs the bum only cause where he was from<br>
Put his stamp on a nigga and still nobody feels him<br>
Not a murderer, a gangsta, robber<br>
Washed up 90's nigga, now a gangsta blogger<br>
Me that, underground flow strike like the pound blow<br>
Your sound's old, not even worth a download<br>
I would have niggaz hunt you like a hound's nose<br>
Problem is you pussy, the whole town knows<br>
So why let the body count grow<br>
for some fiend-out nigga now starrin in a clown show (clown show)<br>
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And I ain't gon' stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall!<br>
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