5th Gear
(专辑: Mood Muzik 3: For Better Or For Worse - 2007)
[Intro Joe Budden talking] Mic check, mic check Mic check, mic check Ah, yeah Y'all know who it is, taha Oh! Uh, Uh, uh, uh It's, it's, it's that On Top Music! [DJ On Point talking over Intro (echo)] Let's keep this shit goin We call this one 5th Gear Shout to whole Play Big Entertainment Crystal, Curtis, I
see you DJ On Point, Joe Budden, Mood Muzik 3
[Verse 1
Joe Budden] Look, come and cruise with me I'm good in any hood, no matter who's with me My mind on (Gettin Money), bumpin new 50 Or my mind was off music, 'til Clue hit me And told me keep it on the
booth strictly (oh!) So I
step in, watchin my surroundings and my settings Then I
let the
Percocet set in Rough year, lost five of my homeboys I
ain't worried 'bout it, y'all alive (y'all alive), just home boy I
feel like I'm the
last real nigga left (or) Maybe all the
real niggaz just left (come on) We growin extinct, we like dinosaurs There's only a
few exceptions, so minus y'all (uh) The
greatest rapper alive (uh), is wearin suits and ties (uh) So you got a
bunch of whack niggas sayin they him Used to be if you strive for somethin you could achieve it Now just say shit, these niggaz'll believe it (AH!) I'm done screamin out "Jump Off rules!" Lost my girl, broke all of my Jump Off rules Kept fuckin the
side chick, so a
nigga lied more Picked her up in the
woman's car, that I
ride for her Creepin, I
would hide more (oh) Got confused as to who I'm 'sposed to fight for (oh) I
can't even blame the
jump, it was my fault (why?) 'Cause I
gave her the
gun and she killed the
only bitch I
would die for (AH!) So the
noise is called for When you goin through T's type of Pain dog, ya voice gets altered (OH!) Know it's hard to stay calm, gonna need State Farm When you fuckin with a
con no, not Akon (let's go!) I'm high off life, a
walkin napalm Fastballs comin at 'em from a
Dice-K arm (from a
Dice-K arm) Ridin suspended L
No wonder I'm on fire, I
already been through Hell So, when the the
World's against you well Naw, I
never snitch but I'll let the
pencil tell I
suffer from wrong thinkin (so?) So I
avoid straitjackets and the
bitch that dumped Sean Kingston (uhh) Better they respect you than to fear you I
learnt that (Staring At The
World In My Rearview) But come get me cocksucker, I
dare you Rather box a
felon than a
nigga that's fearful (Understand somethin) Want a
clear view, without a
clear view I
put the
wall up but thoughts just tear through God I
hear you, givin me a
earful (but) But I'm a
cruise in 5th gear until I'm near you (DJ On Point) (oh!) Eye of a
Tiger, naw a
Sniper with great aim I
won't be another great slain (nigga!), takes flames, embrace pain Ask Eddie Griffin, you gon' lose everytime goin up against a
freight train (AH!) Niggaz bleed like us, we in the
same World Keep the
Patron comin, try and make the
day hurl (oh) It's a
few niggaz checkin out my chain pearls Go ahead, try and lift somethin that you can't curl Far from "Wayne's World" If life's a
bitch, it ain't just R. Kelly and Ush' fuckin the
(Same Girl) (nope) O.G. swag, walk got a
limp in it It's my World, everybody's payin rent in it I
left Jersey, I
took flight on 'em Dudes tried to take the
crown, (dog) didn't look right on 'em (naw!) How you gon' fuck with a
crook, heist warn 'em? Play Vanilla Ice, I
get Suge Knight on 'em Meanest Porsches, gleamin crosses Came from Queens to restore this, deemed it in orbit When the
red carpet rolled out, that mean it's bosses Don't get it fucked up, we had fiends before this (oh) My third eye sharp, so keen it's gorgeous (oh) I've seen it all, even Halloween in August (talk to 'em) Gun in my hand The
game used to make you sell ya soul, now it gotta come with a
dance I'm on the
clear view (whoa!), without a
clear view (oh!) I
put the
wall up but thoughts just tear through (oh!) God I
hear you, givin me a
earful But I'm a
cruise in 5th gear until I'm near you (AH! oh!) [Outro Joe Budden talking] Uh, it's, it's, it's that On Top Music [DJ On Point talking over Outro and until the
end] Shout to my nigga Ferris Bueller Can't forget Hip Hop Heaven out in Iowa My nigga Dame Philly in Miami