Songwriter: Joe Budden

[Intro]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah, you thought I was playing
Let's go!
Fuck you and suck my dick you rat bastards!

[Verse]
Who's the nigga in the sweatsuit and Air Force 1's?
Ain't worried 'bout beef, I got air force guns
A silent snub, I can hear your guns
I'm shootin' at dumb dumbs, y'all shootin' with dumb dumbs
Major league, all my mans braggin' now
Because everybody's on the bandwagon now
See us pullin' the Benz's and Porches out
For fun we pop the hood, let the horses out
The Bacardi dark, y'all copy art (Uh-huh)
And when the shotty spark it pierces body parts
Look, I keep bitches [?]
Clowns got a lil' lip in their rim, think they deep dishes
Wanna be real, nigga, never touch steel, nigga
Local cat screaming that he got a deal, nigga
Your cake lil', nigga, can't pay the bills, nigga
Steady playin' a demo that I don't feel, nigga
It's all hearsay, he's signed but he's independent
No promotion, no radio airplay
The jewels that I put on be gray
While you bummin' every week, talkin' 'bout it's laundry day
And a lot of rappers out can't rap worse shit
On a Neptunes track spittin' wack Earth shit
Know nuttin' 'bout rap if you think Joe Budden can't rap
Def Jam wasn't fuckin' wit' that

Joe Budden

Joe Budden is from Jersey City, New Jersey. He was born in Spanish Harlem but lived in Queens until he was 12 and from there moved to Jersey City, New Jersey. Budden is one of five boys (one older brother and three younger brothers – two are twin brothers). Budden heard music in his home (his father is a multi-instrumentalist) and on the streets while he grew up.

He is also one quarter of Slaughterhouse, alongside fellow rappers Royce da 5’9”, Joell Ortiz, and Crooked I.