Released: February 22, 2011
Featuring: Iffy
Producer: Large Professor
[Intro: Large Professor]
Yeah! What we talkin 'bout?
Yeah! What we doin here?
Joell, with the Large Pro-L
[Hook: Iffy]
When you get yo money, get yo mind right
I say what's real, fuck that limelight
All these haters, they don't want it
All these haters, know I'm on it
And I got 'em like AYYY-OHHH; and now they like "Oh!"
Then I got 'em like AYYY-OHHH; and now they like "OH!"
[Verse 1: Joel Ortiz]
Yeah
You niggas think it's a game
See a smile on my face, Freq' turn me up
Pro - go wild on my bass, these motherfuckas gotta know
I'm crack cocaine in the 80's, I got a flow
I rap so crazy, you play with me, adios
Homey, I'm the second coming
This ain't the first time I've been on a record buggin'
Sho' 'nuff won't be the last, I'm just gettin started
You hollow, no furniture in a big apartment
I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a nigga that rap
And I can scrap nigga, don't get your ligaments cracked
Man I'll get at Twitter (ha!) I'm street to the 9th power
Walk in the spot, one deep with a light, yaowa
I'd be lyin if I told you that my bucks major
But I walk in and pick the broad that I'mma fuck later
Club carpet becomes garbage for the Dutch paper
I see you watchin'
What up hater?
[Hook: Iffy]
[Verse 2: Joel Ortiz]
Somebody said his homey was better, I guess he lied
I'm hot, got my borough on lock, like 25
To life when I write feel the ground shakin'
E'ry word that I recite, get the town bakin'
I'm not yo' average beast
I can't stomach y'all, make my abs get weak
Extra nauseous from the blab you speak
So drop your pens, rip your notepad and skeet
You not a friend, don't make me have to grab you creeps
I count to ten, one.. two/too late, bastards
Look at y'all, shook, Kool-Aid packets
You know the situation, I'm that intimidatin'
Cold dog(g), I flow like a fridge in Nathan's
You tryin to bring it back, I'm just tryin to bring it
You got them Red Bull bars, you just kinda wing it
Like a butter knife, that ain't gon' cut it
But I ain't even mad at y'all fuckers
[Hook: Iffy]
[Verse 3: Joel Ortiz]
You niggas can look around, ain't nobody as hot
If you nobody, I stop by and body your block (WHAT UP?!)
If you somebody I turn you to the first nigga
I'm the worst nigga
Call me Mr. Earth, niggas bodies are dropped
My team really 'bout it homie, shotties are popped
You a bitch
Probably shit, get on your potties and squat
This rap music is my new hustle
I don't plan to post up, with a few bundles
I'm on the grind all the time with a nine nigga, head nod shit
Y'all weak, man this is sweet like a eggnog mix
Every word I speaks like a splurge out of the pound
Y'all birds out here TWEETS, like words after a pound
Say my name and I'mma put you in your place
No not a song - I'mma come see you and punch you in your face
(BLAOW) Blame Brooklyn, cause that's where I was brought up
You ballin, I'm above the rim, don't get caught up
[Hook: Iffy]
Yeah! What we talkin 'bout?
Yeah! What we doin here?
Joell, with the Large Pro-L
[Hook: Iffy]
When you get yo money, get yo mind right
I say what's real, fuck that limelight
All these haters, they don't want it
All these haters, know I'm on it
And I got 'em like AYYY-OHHH; and now they like "Oh!"
Then I got 'em like AYYY-OHHH; and now they like "OH!"
[Verse 1: Joel Ortiz]
Yeah
You niggas think it's a game
See a smile on my face, Freq' turn me up
Pro - go wild on my bass, these motherfuckas gotta know
I'm crack cocaine in the 80's, I got a flow
I rap so crazy, you play with me, adios
Homey, I'm the second coming
This ain't the first time I've been on a record buggin'
Sho' 'nuff won't be the last, I'm just gettin started
You hollow, no furniture in a big apartment
I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a nigga that rap
And I can scrap nigga, don't get your ligaments cracked
Man I'll get at Twitter (ha!) I'm street to the 9th power
Walk in the spot, one deep with a light, yaowa
I'd be lyin if I told you that my bucks major
But I walk in and pick the broad that I'mma fuck later
Club carpet becomes garbage for the Dutch paper
I see you watchin'
What up hater?
[Hook: Iffy]
[Verse 2: Joel Ortiz]
Somebody said his homey was better, I guess he lied
I'm hot, got my borough on lock, like 25
To life when I write feel the ground shakin'
E'ry word that I recite, get the town bakin'
I'm not yo' average beast
I can't stomach y'all, make my abs get weak
Extra nauseous from the blab you speak
So drop your pens, rip your notepad and skeet
You not a friend, don't make me have to grab you creeps
I count to ten, one.. two/too late, bastards
Look at y'all, shook, Kool-Aid packets
You know the situation, I'm that intimidatin'
Cold dog(g), I flow like a fridge in Nathan's
You tryin to bring it back, I'm just tryin to bring it
You got them Red Bull bars, you just kinda wing it
Like a butter knife, that ain't gon' cut it
But I ain't even mad at y'all fuckers
[Hook: Iffy]
[Verse 3: Joel Ortiz]
You niggas can look around, ain't nobody as hot
If you nobody, I stop by and body your block (WHAT UP?!)
If you somebody I turn you to the first nigga
I'm the worst nigga
Call me Mr. Earth, niggas bodies are dropped
My team really 'bout it homie, shotties are popped
You a bitch
Probably shit, get on your potties and squat
This rap music is my new hustle
I don't plan to post up, with a few bundles
I'm on the grind all the time with a nine nigga, head nod shit
Y'all weak, man this is sweet like a eggnog mix
Every word I speaks like a splurge out of the pound
Y'all birds out here TWEETS, like words after a pound
Say my name and I'mma put you in your place
No not a song - I'mma come see you and punch you in your face
(BLAOW) Blame Brooklyn, cause that's where I was brought up
You ballin, I'm above the rim, don't get caught up
[Hook: Iffy]
more tracks from the album
From the album
- Free Agent (2011)
Joell Ortiz popular songs
- Outta Control (Freestyle)
- Battle Cry
- Hip-Hop
- Stay Schemin Freestyle
- 5 AM in Brooklyn
- Hip Hop (Remix)
- Brothers Keeper
- “0 to 100” Freestyle
- Fuckin’ Problems (Freestyle)
- Nissan, Honda, Chevy (Remix)
- Music Saved My Life
- Modern Day Slavery
- Life in the City
- Latino
- House Slippers
- Roll Deep
- Kill at Will
- One Shot (Killed For Less)
- Big Pun’s Back
- Marijuana Man
- Cocaine
- Soldier
- Make It Without You
- Stalker