Joe Budden - Give Me Reason Lyrics
Whoahhhhhhhhh, whoaLadies and gentlemen, you now rockin with the best(Geah) Jersey City, stand upPatterson, stand upOff top.. Just Blaze![Joe Budden]Hold up nigga, slow up niggaDon't start a war unless your dough's up, niggaKnow what nigga? Joe's up niggaY'all shouldn't cry about it, grow up niggaGuess what y'all? I know magicI could make your pulse dissapear and no hat trickDeath threats - it ain't phase meWhen I bring the T-Mac through the Rucker y'all, it ain't TracySewed up nigga, low cut niggaSo keep talin bout your wrists froze up niggaYou might see 30 whips roll up niggaWe be at the pawn shop givin your Rol' up niggaJust wanted to make that known, you seen _New Jersey Drive_Round here, leave that Maybach homeBefore we vick that homes, we be on y'all jerksYou'll find out the hard way if your On*Star works, cause[Chorus: repeat 2X]I don't, need a reason to bust my gunsSo don't, give me reason to bust my gunsYou might, be the reason I bust my gun(Pa-pow, pa-pow - pa-pow, pa-pow)[Joe Budden]'Til my day's up nigga, stay up niggaPlay Tony Montana, get your face cut niggaThat goes out to all of you play thug niggazHow you want it, long nose or the trey snub nigga?Return and die dog, if I start clappin in your cribNah I ain't tryin to turn the lights offTrapped on the chain, got the jewels and capeBe like Jared, Subways made him lose his weight, but lookI'm bout gettin money for all racesOnly oldie but goodie I know is small facesWait, make you sure you heard right; woulda been put the hit outBut I ain't tryin to get my third strikeLace up nigga, say what nigga?Your Maybelline raps that you make-up niggaWake up nigga, stakes up niggaFor all my locked-down and my cased-up niggaz, cause[Chorus][Joe Budden]Who's that nigga? New cat niggaDon't disrespect, don't do that niggaHate to hear the sound of the tool clap niggaDual strap nigga when I do black niggazFirst hand with a three-eighty kickbackBrains on your lap dog, babysit thatLook, it's my turf, get up off the stoop nowI'm Omar Epps, who got the "Juice" now?Street love nigga, G's up niggaYou lookin for a loan on your re-up niggaHaters might wanna put hollows in yaWhen you're young black spendin like a lotto winner y'knowI'm grown up now, I'm done with JakeWhen I say pounds y'all I'm talkin bout London cakeI can serve it to you uncut or somethin bakedHope you ready for me folks, cause I'm comin your way, cause[Chorus] - fades out
