's that (gangsta) shit, shit, shit Joe Beast goin' to the bank with this Now that's (gangsta), Beast is in Watch me sloppy Joe off this zero's gin Go
touch it like WHOA! You reach wrong, might lose your arm like WHOA! Got the detanator in my palm like WHOA! 3-2-1 hit the bomb like WHOA! I'm a beast,
(feat. Joe Budden) It's ya muh'fuckin boy, "Jump Off" Joe Budden here Clinton Sparks we gon' get familiar with it We gon' get familiar together man,
your lifestyle (owww!) Firm on the mic since my days of a child Got a "License +TOO+ Ill" to flash to police The only beast I huddles with the Beastie
Nigga That's On Thin Ice (I Think It's Time For Another Ghetto Rendezvous) I Hate You So Much It Shows I Hate You More Than Michael Hated Joe And Your
warn you that I'm rootin' For the other team in the culture wars So I stab the beast belly as the vulture snores YO JOE! Let it blow with convulsive force
and here could be forever she gon still be there but there some other niggaz I just take care of the room But they some other niggaz Now lets get back
s why how I love her for puttin little me here and me and huck'll beef forever, she gon still be there and there's some other niggaz, I just a character role be they some other
[Intro: Joe Budden] Whoo! (Uhh, welcome) Ohhh! I'd like to welcome e'rybody, welcome e'rybody (yo y-yo yo yo) To the muh'fuckin Padded Room (yo, y-yo
(feat. Joe Budden) [Intro:] Alright! Whassup my nigga? You say your name is John? [Joell Ortiz:] Joell Ortiz Yeah yeah I know I'm familiar with the
up * Aight, let's do it now, let's do it now * spray paint * Yeah.. yeah.. Nah gi-gimme the other cap, gimme the other one Yeah right there * more spray
em fuck each other My neck was 100, and my wrist was another I make her pussy wet, I leave that bitch with a puddle I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I should rap
you back to ringside, just when you thought it was over The last battle was brought forth by G.I.Joe and Cobra Mercenaries and soldiers, G.I. Joe was
when I got the .380 This is my costume, no moniker to make you eat daisies None needed, son weeded For some reason, on the mic I become some demon Other
a walk ya won't come back from I take you to the other side of the black sun (If you disrespect, you (?) regret it) Ya fuckin' right Joe Vertigo said
Passin' Gas When I Spit I'm The Definition Of Mastered Craft An All Ya'll Ask About Is Aftermath Motherfucker MOVE ON... [Chorus] [Verse 2: Joe Budden
ll Ain't Even Passin' Gas When I Spit I'm The Definition Of Mastered Craft An All Ya'll Ask About Is Aftermath Motherfucker MOVE ON... [Chorus] [Verse 2: Joe
Just from Los Angeles, blowin like Alanis Napolean, vision of Malibu golden sands Roll with J in a bubble outlet, you know the clan [Joe Mafia] Schemed