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A Man With A Gun lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Biggie Smalls & Jay-Z)

[Notorious B.I.G.:]

I'm hard, Jehovah said I'm barred from the pearly gates

Fuck him, I didn't want to go to Heaven anyway

But my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped

Talking 'bout some praise the lord shit

Hail Mary, fuck her, I never knew her

I'd probably screw her, and dump her body in the sewer

Our Father – My pops stuck up dope spots

Big black and mean with the fifth by the gabardine

What you expected from his next of kin?

I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican

I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen

A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin

The lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin

Niggas keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question

How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop

and my body start to shake?

[Joell Ortiz:]

I ain't here to make friendships

I'm already cool with a bunch of fool ass niggas that extend clips

And get they blast on

You'll be better off walkin' through Manhattan with a Bin Laden mask on

I walk in the club – hammer's get to passin'

You walk in to clubs with Hammer – you a has-been

I'm what's hot now, don't get mad at me

I'll make sure your ever after ain't happily

They'll bring flowers, light candles, post pictures up

Spray paint handball courts – dead nigga stuff

And you don't want that, so breathe easy, relax

The shotty make your body real easy to detach

The doc'll have a hard time trying to put your BACK together

So get your ACT together, scrap

Now who had said Puerto Ricans can't rap? (huh?)

Homeboy please, this is Joell Ortiz

[Jay-Z:]

When the gun is tucked, untuck - nigga you die

It's like numchuks held by the Jet L-I

I'm the one thus, meanin' no one must try

No two, no three, no four, know why?

Because one's four-five might blow yo' high

You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God

It's a match made in Heaven when I (bam!) 'splay the seven

Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11

Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm

(bl-blast) that I'm so sin-surr?

I'm especially Joe Pesci with it friend

I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again

A One Two lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Intro: Joell Ortiz (DJ Tedsmooth)]

A one two, a one two (Tedsmooth!) A one two, a one two (Straight Face!)

I like to, introduce myself, my name is, Joell Or-tiz (You remember!)

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]

Uh! The feet is Nike the jeans is Levi

The tee is white the fitted is N.Y.

My box are Diddy the box is pretty

But the bottle inside a have you wobblin dribblin

I rep the most poppin city (New York)

The apple is rotten the blocks is gritty the ave is gwoppin

Decoys is lurkin toys is squirtin

Tuck that hurt in them boys is hurtin

We gamble wild the games get violent

The hammers loud the neighbors silent

The cameras flash the sirens flare

The ambulance ain't fast you dyin there

To pay cable you grindin here

The kitchen table a white affair

The rappers spit the time is near

I'm straight hood that's how I'm rhymin yeah!

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]

A one two, a one two, a one two, a one two

I like to, introduce myself, my name is, Joell Or-tiz

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]

Uh! The boots is Tim's the jeans is Polo

The hoodie is Champ the skully is Solo

The leather is Pelle the AB's no go

I'll let you slide if the ball is Ocho

I'm too cool can't ruin my mojo

Don't fuck you dicks pause no homo

You talk slick you 'gon fall in slow mo

My right quicker with the force of Cotto

I write hits on my thoughts I'm oh so

Starlight like a toss from Romo

The theater is wack we bottleg movies

Too much for packs the moves is Lucy's

The broads is bad with awesome fatties

It turns you on when they call you daddy

The butter is shower the high is sweet

The love is yaowww and you like this speech

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]

A one two, a one two, a one two, a one two

I like to, introduce myself, my name is, Joell Or-tiz

Am I A Psycho (Remix) lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Pharoahe Monch & B.O.B.)

I see you!

I see you looking at me, looking at me

So I ask: am I psycho?

Am I psycho? yeah, I'm a psycho!

I guess I'm a psycho!

Is a cricket making noise outside of my window cell,

I can't concentrate at my'

While reading a book and cooking, some say this is add,

I count every single step I take I like add.

I just removed the breaks of my brand new atv,

And switch the wheels with a bmx that I received in '83.

I'm a' a political naked and say hey!

I totally forgot what I would say,

But it would be mean and they would just scream

And throw the' and tried to chase me'

I used to love the goose, but'

It was actually a tragedy, man'. is crazy!

When everybody's happy, that makes me mad and I get angry,

Everybody said that I'm' I'm not a baby

I just like to have my way and play and say these really good rhymes,

And make you tumble up'

[Chorus: x2]

Am I a psycho?

Am I a psycho?

Yeah, I'm a psycho

I guess I'm a psycho!

Hey, why are you looking at me, hm?

I ain't looking at you, hm?

But I gotta be looking at you, to see that you're looking at me

That's true!

Forget what I just said, may name is ted, you wanna be cool?

Maybe go shoot some pool,

Maybe go swim in a pool,

Maybe will hit the gym, you'll see how much weight I can pull.

I make good', but I ain't so cool and'

But maybe we won't be friends, I'll make your eyeball look azul.

With a left, a right, I'm kicking the fight, let's fight and that it's cool!

Last night I watched the ' that movie it was clear,

Nobody walked across the screen, and I'm the only one the cheer!

Scratching my nuts here, 'beer, hugging my bear,

Dough, a deer, a female deer, rain upon him, run son!

Protect your mom and sister, here they come!

Bring it on you' how dare you test the'

I'll drag your fury ass across the'

[Chorus: x2]

Am I a psycho?

Am I a psycho?

Yeah, I'm a psycho

I guess I'm a psycho!

Here's the line about how I reached my [?] when I rhyme,

[?] ego is nine, I'm a fucking american psycho.

Lucky number seven, six million'

So seven, leaving skeletons [?]. this reveal post,

[?] I killed him, propped them behind a wheel.

When I ditched his last words, you need to see doctor'

Cannibal, tragic, and more dramatic,'

Defrost the [?] smack the shit out of you and refreeze it,

Call it the first murder remix, kill him, revive him, I'll live him, [?]

You should totally sting that police officer with a sling,

'inside my head and not the police, it sting

Be wrapped around my finger when I'm working on the moon'

[Chorus: x2]

Am I a psycho?

Am I a psycho?

Yeah, I'm a psycho

I guess I'm a psycho!

Appreciate Ya lyrics - Joell Ortiz

I appreciate ya

I treat this like a war. I don't want no mediators.

Nah, this that grow up in the B's behavior

Next door to the greezy neighbors

Yeezy thank ya I do this for all the mean creators

I wish someone who neva needed favors to get where I’m at

Now they deem me a savior

But to be honest, I ain’t feelin’ like that

Man I just really like rap

Y’all lucky, trust me, I’m opposite the hands of Sandusky

With the shit that my pen state, these niggas can’t touch me

Ugly, shiit, you serious?! I’m hideous

I was betta than all you silly kids

While tryna figure out just who I really is

Throw a shot at me and I just laugh

My bullshit feel like a rifle full clip

Snipe that ass, boy, I’m hot and I be writin’ fast

Imagine if a nigga took his time to spazz

[Interlude]

You said it three in one? Funny

It’s four of us in a slaughter, that’s a three in one

Learned that in public school too

Like what’s in between a three and one

In Housegang I spoke to all three on one call

Like I dropped two albums and no.3 is one second from being done

Need y’all three to send me one verse a piece

For this heatmaker’s beat and brothers keep a one

Simple mathematics, I’m adding up to all these rap addicts

I don’t want to divide dough so multiplied flow and subtract maggots.

Like a brand new Craftmatic, boy, I’m back at it

Smokin’ these new boys like my last habit

Dabnabit, I tried to quit, but everything I kick’s like the last dragon

Hold somethin’ my drumma dick, they on my band wagon

I just gotta laugh, y’all pushin’ a lotta swag

I’m pushin’ this big ole’ hearse, don’t get body bagged!

Big Pun's Back lyrics - Joell Ortiz

Big Pun's Back!

Big Pun's Back!

Where all my Puerto Ricans at?

Wave your flags like that

[Verse 1:]

Still not a player I am just here out here tryna crush if it's phat

Dead in the middle of little Italy blowing her back

Now you can catch me in a cherry red 750 sippin' on a nut cracker cruising with the semi with me

I seen this hoe tryna stare, she said, "I know you I swear"

I said, "what you said your name was again? And I know you from where?"

High school? Go thata way

Man I'm doin' it ever night feel like a Saturday

You can't ruin it 'cause,

See the flow that I have put Joe's in a bag

Like a toe with a tag

So I know why you mad

When I roll down the Ave., real slow with a bad one making you guys at home look sad, but

Please don't be like this other dude that was thinkin' dumb

He tried to snuff Joe, so the Puerto Rican rum

Opened him up put a 6 to his fun,

A couple right hooks put a leak on his gums

Reached back to the TS, homie from the BX, but BKB is where I'm from

[Hook:]

Big Pun's Back!

Big Pun's Back!

Where all my Puerto roc's at?

Wave your flags like that

No need to worry to worry mi Boricuas

Yea your primo is back

Joell Ortiz the new Christopher Rios of rap,

And that's a wrap!

[Verse 2:]

16 but I'm not done

A few more strokes before I come

I am innocent in a lineup, In other words listen up niggas I am not the one

Ol' timer, new comer anybody can get it I'm so serious about these ones

This is how I feed my sons

So until the air leaves my lungs

Fe fi fo fum I'm a giant in this one

Take cover when ya'll hear me come

I'm colossal man, I squash you underneath my feet like gum

I rep the Roc and apple my squad will clap you

When they point that nozzle at you

It'll heart attack you

Skippin' on the beat like Pun

[Hook: x2]

Big Pun's Back!

Big Pun's Back!

Where are my Puerto roc's at?

Wave your flags like that

No need to worry to worry mi Boricuas

Yea your primo is back

Joell Ortiz the new Christopher Rios of rap,

And that's a wrap!

Black Rock lyrics - Joell Ortiz, Namir Blade, Stalley, Solemn Brigham

(performed as Mello Music Group)

[Joell Ortiz:]

Hear that choppa, hear that choppa

Hear that choppa ring, and then I-

Yeah right, y'all know that ain't my thing

Boy, I sold crack rock with Blacklock

Turn back blocks into black ops

Stuntin', turn big Willies into have-nots (yuh)

If you get shot, man, it's a hour before Matlock

And them show up, if your rent late

Then they padlockin' yo door up (c'mon)

My come up was ugly, store trips colorful money

Four-fifths huggin' the tummy, warships, nothin' was funny

That Brooklyn borough is thorough

Over bitches, Bengals they throw bullets like Burrow

And put you in the ground like you burrowed

Then spin your block again just to make all that murder shit plural

I can't believe I made it, like sperm that's supposed to be sterile

But here I am and my words are certainly fertile

A twist of the wrist, your favorite artist turns into a mural

Y'all wearin' dresses and purses, dressin' in Birkins, fam

I put a cap in that gown, pop and circumstance

[Namir Blade:]

I can tell you ain't from 'round that

Tell your favorite rapper that I want my sound back

(On God) My niggas can't allow that

We hop up in the whip and pull up where your house at

With the loud strap

We dem Browns, where you found that?

Unannounced, bitch

Keep the pace, then we bounce (hoo)

Niggas off-priced, so much cap it's astoundin'

East Side nigga run amok in your township

Back in that lab again

Back on yo ass again, I bagged and tagged

Then whip through Madison, now East Afghanistan

We murked 'n' skrrt, do dirt like Zatarain's

I been so adamant, so cold like avalanche

I go by Babalam, in my bag again

Mo' moolah, mo' problems, go crazy

[?], headshot 'em, red-dot 'em

Fed-watchin', two Os

[?] tunnel under just like I'm El Chapo

Back up on my bullshit

Me no send no stance, bitch, you get a full clip (huh)

Whole squad on some bullshit

This that churches [?]

Pulpit, you fuckin' with a cool kid

Loose deuce clique, small room full of goons

Could become a tumor, a nuisance

Fuck a shed, my dawgs come with a toolkit

They act a fool with

All my dreamers be elusive, I need the whole team

[Stalley:]

Cold-blooded, I been hunted by a slew o' niggas

Body bags, toe tags how I do it, niggas

Shotgun with a blue rag out the window then we blew on niggas

Ridin' round all night until the sky done went light blue on niggas

Yeah, we up (yeah, we up)

Yeah, son, we up (yeah, son, we up)

Shinin' like the 90s, Juelz's truck

I got the rope link with the boat anchor

Outside, I don't know danger

Hang around like a coat hanger

Still slidin', I throw fingers

Press the issue (press the issue)

If a nigga's ridin' with' you

Then they leavin' with' you (then they leavin' with' you)

If you owe me, then you pay me

I don't miss a nickel (I don't miss a nickel)

I'm a fuckin' symbol (fuckin' symbol)

My checkbook on Steve Ballmer

I'ma do what I want, don't believe karma

Hit the lot, get a new whip

Drop the top, then bleed on 'em (skrrt)

Niggas talkin' like they cold as shit

I ain't never seen a sneeze on 'em

I cough up another brick

Build a house, new keys on 'em

That's another mansion in North Georgia

While niggas goin' on foreclosure

That M3 my fourth order

Yeah, I got a lake out back, I'm sittin' on 50 (acres, acres)

If you said I wouldn't make it, y'all just (haters, haters)

And we don't pay attention to none of that

Y'all pocket-watchin' and clock-clockin'

We sittin' right where the numbers at

We quarterbackin', we play-callin'

We hand it off then run it back

We foresees in the Four Seasons

White winters and summers black

Now how the fuck they gon' handle that?

I came for the whole thing

I know you ain't expected that

[Solemn Brigham:]

Hold the work, need to skrrt

Hold the cheese, need to bail

Clean the gun, clean the funds

Clean my hands, clean the scale

Do my dirt, at the dance, ain't tryna flirt

Hit my mans, came home to first

Watch the feds, don't overlook

Hit the bed, but I can't right now

Same oldheads try to take me down

Tears so high, while the pay so low

Everybody here wanna get a good play

Tell 'em Brigham on four, better pray for the down

Still got a plug on payroll

Whole team make move when I say so

I'ma run the whole game on my grandmama chain

We done put a block up but it still came down

Slay me now, let me live

Heal me love, look me down, be my judge

Gangsta is as gangsta does

I got fans, they can't tell I'm just a man

Needed love, be my drugs, need my buzz

I don't plan, just show up, ayo

God, don't give what you can't, ho

I just met a bad thang, she stable

Now she mad that the crib gotta lay low

That's the life that you get with a playa, doe

Same band, never know when I get home

Fed up but we both wanna let go

Had to put in on chill like a leftov'

Coulda seen it all comin' from the get-go

Ayo, I know they run up (know they run up)

I roll up every moment

Hit the show like, "What up?" (show like what up)

I know they want us

Gunna eatin' carbonadas (carbonadas)

I know you need the ponies

I could float if you want it

Ayo, ayo, I know you better

I know you won't get on it, no one told you better (told you better)

My ponies and my homies live too close together (close together)

Got lamb but I don't live on and say my prayer but for the moment

Hold the peace, know the streets

Clear the air from my ass

Guard your coupe, flip the mat when I stash the loot

Won't show the world, head to turf

Break your legs, don't overwork

Just as fam can't know for cert'

Papa's gone, I ain't take it personal

Might get blown, I gotta feed the Earth

Flash the chrome, don't be a jerk

Once you're gone, you can't watch your tone

Rep the game, y'all know the perks

Catch the blame, y'all know the curse

Cops try to get me but I ran the first

Blue check, no stimmy, but it still gon' work

Life no gimme, but the wheel gon' turn

Tryna make it from the red to the endzone

(Endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone, endzone)

Can't You Tell? / Ghetto lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Scratching: Jay-Z 'Blue Magic']

"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"

[Verse 1:]

Natural born hustler

Satisfying a customer

With this little box along side my jugular

I got the voice of a champ, flow like the levee broke

Fade away? I bet a Dre publishing check he won't

I love money too much, I gotta have it

It been like this for some time, I got a habit

Of lickin' my thumbs

And flippin' through ones and crumbled fives

Before rap made them hundreds arrive

That was me (where?)

On that block, drunk with some of my guys

With bundles and dollar signs in each one of our eyes

Sometime we stay there until the sun would arrive

When you awake, I'm in last nights clothes gettin' that cake

Till the last bit of work was gone and then I skate

So it's nothin' personal Interscope, I couldn't wait

I need a release date cause a date mean doe

I hope my fans understand and don't hate me though

But yo

[Chorus:]

Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up

"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"

Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick

"Can't you tell that I came..."

From BK

Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up

"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"

Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick

"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"

[Verse 2:]

See, in the game I came from we was poor

So when you got a lot of gwap, you ain't stop you get more (let's go!)

Don't think a little change gon' make me lounge

You rappers ain't safe until the Lord send his angels down

Man, this life don't owe you, you got a lot of nerve

Everything I get, I get cause I get what I deserve

Cause I earned it

Y'all see how I design them words

Some of y'all say I'm a nerd but it's easy to find a verb

Couple adjectives and some nouns and give it rhymin' swerve

And make it fly like when guys come and buy a bird

See, a lot of my metaphors from the dope game

If you ain't from there, you won't hear/hair them, you need Rogaine

Truth of the matter is, I came up wearing no name

My mom used to tell me, "Walk ahead" to buy her cocaine

And food stamps held me down like steel

That's a large part of the reason I feel how I feel

But yo

[Chorus:]

Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up

"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"

Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick

"Can't you tell that I came..."

From BK

Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up

"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"

Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick

"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"

[Verse 3:]

Uhhh

Ain't a damn thing promised in the dope game

Money make your man dishonest in the dope game

I'm tellin' you, the guns the hottest in the dope game

So please don't turn Carl Thomas in the "dope game"

And get emotional, just do what you supposed to do

Producers send more than one beat cause I'm tryin' to roast a few

And keep my snare poppin'

And DJ's hands choppin'

The Ortiz high won't die, it'll keep the fans coppin'

The haters is man jockin', they mad cause my Hancock is

In big bold letters on checks and they waitin' on Flex

To drop a bomb, I'm Vietnam, your boy I'll watch

Everything there gon' disappear like my real pops

Hustler ambition

Dope boy grindin'

Don't forget I'm old boy that Snoop's homeboy signed (Dre)

Things happen for a reason, y'all gon' know Joe name

I left the packs I'm with the tracks, this my new dope game

But yo

[Chorus:]

Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up

"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"

Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick

"Can't you tell that I came..."

From BK

Y'all just be lookin' tough, I'm in the lab cookin' up

"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"

Product of my environment, that's why I got the fire, kick

"Can't you tell that I came from the dope game"

Food For Thought lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Intro: Joell]

Yo I ain't gon' front, shorty used to look GOOOOOD

She's just lookin alright nowadays

It's crazy {"C-C-C-Cookin Soul"}

[Joell Ortiz:]

Uhh, I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night

I see that it was your love that inspired me to write

I remember that day in the summer of 9-2

Everybody gathered 'round and they was talkin 'bout you

Eavesdropped for an hour and was happy when I left

Went upstairs and wrote what I would say the day we met

A little shorty then but I was confident to death

They made you sound so fly so I just tried to be my best

Crumpled a couple papers, first impressions happen once

So I just wrote what I had heard - sippin liquor, rap and blunts

Everybody said you liked that so that's what I tried to offer

My crush on you was out of this world like a flyin saucer

So next day I went outside and told the guys

What I'm a tell you when we met and they looked at me all surprised

My age was so young yet my words so mature

One dude turned and said "She just might let you in the door"

[Interlude: Joell]

Y'knowmsayin? I had such a crush on this girl cause

She was beautiful back then, it was like 9-2

E'rybody's gathered 'round in front of my buildin talkin about her

I'm like "Yo I can't wait 'til I meet her"

I went upstairs inspired! Y'knowmsayin?

Like, start writin down ideas like what I'm a tell her, the day we met

Like damn, check it

[Joell Ortiz:]

After years of talkin to the guys I sharpened my pick-up lines

And recorded 'em, makin sure they was delivered to you fine

From tryin to find you it was myself that I would find

So I told you who I was and the chronicles I designed

Then a few years ago Koch Records gave me a sign

I was doin the right thing when they put some money behind

My story, they figued you like what I had to say

I was popular, my story had even got back to Dre

Knew we was gon' meet, so I tried to stay calm

But I was fin' to be the man if I had you on my arm

Ain't get to my head though, still wrote my letters with charm

That's when a dude named Nas wrote a letter that you was gone

Tried not to believe him but then he was co-signed

By writers across the globe that was on they own grind

So what was I supposed to do? (what?)

For the first time in a long time I ain't have nothin to look forward to

[Interlude: Joell]

So y'all followin me, right?

I mean I'm pretty sure by now y'all should have an idea of who I'm talkin 'bout

I'm pretty sure y'all don't think she look as fly

As she used to back in the days either

So I ain't alone in this vote, but um

I'm a try to, I'm a try to save her, man

I'm a try to rescue her, man

Y'knowmsayin? She deserve that (listen)

[Joell Ortiz:]

I still wrote to you, even though I heard the rumors

That's when I came to my own understandin of who you was

No one's actually met you, they just write and hope you hear it

And hope that you're attracted to the person in their lyrics

Some people try to bag you by tellin you what they have

Hopin you're materialistic and like to brag

Others try to scoop you by portrayin that they tough

Prayin that you're a good girl and you like 'em rough

The newest sensation's tryin to get you through a dance

So if y'all bump heads at a party you'll give him an extra glance (hey!)

Then there's a couple people like I

That let you know exactly who they are, why not?

But not a soul's met you face-to-face

So with every word they write is where they place the faith

(Dear hip-hop) Provin the next line in this lyric

How can hip-hop be dead when she's a spirit?

[Outro: Joell]

YAOWA! Joell Ortiz (yeah)

Just fuckin 'round with my pen again, you know

Food for thought nigga, haha

I'm nice! [laughs] Yo man

I don't even know, where this gon' end up, but just give it some air

Rrrrah!

God Forbid lyrics - Joell Ortiz

(Heatmakerz)

Crack Music

Every now and then I ball flex

And flex bars like Dominique Dawes, no giving my arm rest

I rest arms in a arm rest, take a long breath

I turn that run down a coffin while taking crawl steps

Real rap I'm hearing New York's back

Like we left, like I ain't always have New York's back

Just for years bars wasn't something New York backed

Now we trying to recoupe like they bringing two doors back (nah)

I been a man with the word play, play with words 'till the words playin your [?] and it throw you back like a Thursday

On my worst day, all my verbs sway like a earthquake

And the curb caves in like a hurt [?] when he first [?]

Man, I hope they learning while I'm spitting

Somebody better tell 'em, they ain't heard that I was different

Let a frog jump and I'ma burn 'em with this smith 'n

Have his man standing there like Kermit with the Lipton

God Forbid they try play with me (yeah)

Gon' be a long day with me

God Forbid they try play with me (yeah)

Gon' be a long day with me

Real talk, yaowa

Man, stop urging these emerging lil' shitlets

They was lurking through the curtains

I was purging with the written

Every person with a pencil is a potential murder victim

Wave it at any angle and murk you

I mean, what is this? It's magic in all positions

Like Earvin before the sickness

I'm just a hood brother that loves nutter butters

But another rug rats blood could touch my rug cutter

Y'all lucky the persian in mom's crib is a motherfucker

'Cause I ain't beefin', just eatin' with my amigos

Sometimes my ego trip, 'cause my kids rather hear Migos

I'm like come on y'all, listen to new me

But I ain't doing bad in my Boujee so

This Porta-potty is for papi and Puerto Rico

From poor eating porridge to posher pouring [?]

Por favor, now pour more for my people

Underneath the floor, long before they was post to be [?]

So, now that I can carry on with a carry licensce

And carry along a very long clip, if you carrying on

Wildin' out or just leave the Mariah Carey songs

High pitch screams and pallbearer that carry you on

God Forbid they try play with me (yeah)

Gon' be a long day with me

God Forbid they try play with me (yeah)

Gon' be a long day with me

I Want It All lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Iffy The Badman)

[Hook: Iffy The Badman]

I gotta get it before it's too late

Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away

I just want it all, (I want it all yeah)

I just want it all

I want it all

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]

More money, more money, more money

I wanna feel like new money till I'm old money

We have no money, mami will old money

Now I guess show money mami can blow money

I ain't stuck now, this is celebration

Poverty strickin hood nigga elevation

Mean I'm just chillin with this adaptation

Tryin to get use for car acceleration

And join all the form penetration man

I can't believe I fuck with one of those

Those the one from slumdog and them [?] clothes

Bad body pretty eyes extra funny knows

Who knows, I did drama the lucos, I did

When you close your eyes lip dream

Of a beautifully perfect get away

Now wake up and get it no

[Hook: Iffy The Badman]

I gotta get it before it's too late

Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away

I just want it all, I want it all yeah

I just want it all

I want it all

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]

I keep a head since [?] I'm disgusting

Cause money feel the end that's all that I've been [?]

You are my properly that means nothing

I'm fresh off the block well I'm a guess so I'm rock skin

Money move everything

So money move everything instead of [?]

We can do anything I'm doing just [?]

Cause I'm Jesus with this rhyme so

Send a few more bottles yeah I send a [?]

This lady show em everything that mami designed it all

Makes sense

So I'm surrounded by damn and now I'm all loud

Response to [?] from being in the crowd to being int he crowd

I'm being and European that's beating a slow down

And [?] goes down and G's I can't believe she's the [?]

It feels beautiful I tell to feel easy

[Hook: Iffy The Badman]

I gotta get it before it's too late

Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away

I just want it all, I want it all yeah

I just want it all

I want it all

[Bridge: Iffy The Badman]

I want it all, I ain't got time to waste

I ain't got time to waste no

Every minute, every hour I will pay the chase

So baby, on the road to riches

And diamond [?]

You can settle for less when you work for everything

[Hook: Iffy The Badman]

I gotta get it before it's too late

Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away

I just want it all, I want it all yeah

I just want it all

I want it all

I Want It All (Remix) lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Iffy The Bad Man & Jim Jones)

[Hook:]

I gotta get it before it's too late

Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away

I just want it all, (I want it all yeah)

I just want it all

I want it all

[Joell Ortiz:]

More money, more money, more money

I wanna feel like new money till I'm old money

We have no money, mami will old money

Now I guess show money mami can blow money

I ain't stuck now, this is celebration

Poverty strickin hood nigga elevation

Mean I'm just chillin with this adaptation

Tryin to get use for car acceleration

And join all the form penetration man

I can't believe I fuck with one of those

Those the one from slumdog and them [?] clothes

Bad body pretty eyes extra funny knows

Who knows, I did drama the lucos, I did

When you close your eyes lip dream

Of a beautifully perfect get away

Now wake up and get it no

[Hook:]

I gotta get it before it's too late

Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away

I just want it all, I want it all yeah

I just want it all

I want it all

[Jim Jones]

[?]

[Hook:]

I gotta get it before it's too late

Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away

I just want it all, I want it all yeah

I just want it all

I want it all

[Bridge:]

I want it all, I ain't got time to waste

I ain't got time to waste no

Every minute, every hour I will pay the chase

So baby, on the road to riches

And diamond [?]

You can settle for less when you work for everything

[Hook:]

I gotta get it before it's too late

Oh I'm a go grab the moment so it won't sleep away

I just want it all, I want it all yeah

I just want it all

I want it all

Letter To Obama lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Dante Hawkins)

[Joell Ortiz:]

Yaa Waa,

What's up future president my name is Joell Ortiz

And I'm the voice of the underdogs in the hood so

I wanted to write this letter to you, to see what u thought

[Joell Ortiz:]

Dear future president

I grew up with no brothers and sisters

And my moms was on public assistance

And her husband was missing

She developed this disguisting addiction that had her on Some of the ugliest missions

So she missed some appointments

She was supposed to keep my coverage consistant

I was a chronic asthmatic

Huffin, puffin and whistling

Can't get a breath, I wished for death

It hurt my chest when I coughed

Ooh yeah, I'm from the projects of New York

We love baketball

But last summer my boy got left on the court

Some kid reached next to his shorts and put some lead in his thoughts

And the murder's moms, she jetted from court

Her only son had 18 years in the street he livin the rest up north

My other homie sellin crack, he always tell me it's wack

Everyday he filling out apps but they don't call him back

Backround check spotted his felony, but that aighnt fair

You make a mistake, you can't fix it man this world don't care

That's how he feel and he got bills so he movin them krills

Livin life over his shoulder, boys in blue on his heels

His little sister, man she grown, she done threw on dem heels

Exotic dancing on a pole look what she do for a bill

Took one of them little boys backstage persuing a thrill

Caught that thing now everyday she wake up doing them pills

I get mad when I see what other artists do with a mil

With a couple g's I bought my p's a few computers for real

Ya'll done forgot where ya came from, have you no honor?

Only thing that change do is causing you more drama

Here's a couple wise words from the dude that go Yaa Waa

It's time for a change and that change is Obama

Dear future president

I hope you heard this letter and do some things to make sure the next one I'm writing is better

Peace!

[Dante Hawkins:]

It's been a story of survival

Poverty and sorrow

And the question is;

Can you hold on till tomorrow (can you hold on)

And when tomorrow comes won't it be much better?

So Mr. Future President please open up this letter

Marijuana Man lyrics - Joell Ortiz

Y'all know who I is

Marijuana Man!

Yaowa

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]

Ok, I got the best pot in town

But before you get with me, boy

I want you to shop around

So when you come back this way

You know you dealing with that piff

I'm a king of the spliffs

No ands, buts or ifs

It's them magazine haze from down MIA

I got 5 G's a P, don't worry what I pay

Put your 20′s in a bag

Slide your 50′s in a jar

Made niggas could move hundreds

If they hustled up to par

I drive a nice car off the strength of that plant

Just breaking up a bud'll have your fingers all damp

I'm Ray? treated like dope

And have my shit stamped

Call it [?] everything I love all you need is one bud

To fuck up your camp

On the grind all the time

Y'all be knowing my steez

Environmentalists be hating how I'm moving them trees

But I can't stop, that pot keep knots in my pocket

Unless I get shot or knocked, y'all not gon knock it

Who I'm is?

[Hook: x2]

Marijuana man, high as a Marley man

20 in my right, nice philly in my other hand

I'm a hustle man, I'm just tryna double, man

Stack a couple hundred grand

Keep everybody puffing man

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]

I got it all colors

What kind of smoke are you trying to do?

Looking for something sweet and smooth?

Right this way: I'll show you them blues

The best part about this, go ahead and toss it on that scale

That this only a.7, this bud is puffy as hell

Want something a little stronger?

I got something that'll hurt you

Follow me over here – see that right there?

Yeah, that's that purple

The bud's a little tighter

And I"m sure you're smelling fumes

It tastes just like it smells and that high?

It packs a peww, now this fella right here

He's both fluffy and he's right

His nickname is "Albino", he's a rhino and he's white

I'd leave him in a jar so they could see him and get hyped

Cause he's drenched in THC

Looks like a tree with Christmas lights

And last but not least: he's plain green

But he can push! Grand-daddy of them all

Look at his swoosh, they call his "Kush"

Now it costs a little more – but my oh my will this one go

And so there you have it bro

Last thing left it get this dough

Who I is?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]

You can dabble with the other stuff

And made a lot of paper

But a couple guys I knew got hit with numbers like the Raiders

Real stand-up dudes, they ain't even mention a player

So I switched hustles – cash ain't as fast

But it's much safer

I'm in and out of state

Without even half of the risk

A weed case is like a bracelet

Little slap on the wrist

But enough about getting locked

Cause ain't nobody getting caught

Everybody getting guaped

The whole world smoking pot, baby!

[Hook]

Move On lyrics - Joell Ortiz (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 interview shit

I know what you gon' ask

I got you, don't even stress it

No I don't respond with answers that fit a script

So the repetition'll make a nigga flip

We in the game of smoke and mirrors, those engineerin a bigger spliff

Blowin circles out they mouth, gettin praised but the shit'll shift

I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it

Never alleged, word to dead I grip the fifth (boom!)

I made my housing tenement a strip, movin medicine and nicks

When I seen 'em comin I jetted from them pricks (ohh!)

And still to this day though she clean I wish my mommy never sniff

But the hurt is makin me better with this gift (look)

I'm live with this ink you could, die in a blink and

Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and

Motherfucker sometimes I cry when when I think and

Y'all ain't there when them tears bein dried by the sink (damn)

It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner

I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters (haha!)

Set up to be loser but was made to be a winner (look)

If they paint hip-hop I bet my face be in the picture

If they wrote a rap bible bet my name be in the scriptures

If shorty say I'm her idol bet her face be in my zipper (woo!)

I came a long way from the staples in my scrilla

Stains on my pants, hardly had a gut

The ladies ain't wanna dance so house parties would suck

All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple

Nah I ain't complainin, just tellin y'all what it is

So if y'all goin through it now just know that another kid

Made somethin outta nothin, well I'm frontin, I was never nothin

Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he somethin?"

I look at a lot of you cats and laugh

Cause I'm the shit man, and y'all ain't even passin gas

When I spit I'm the definition of mastered craft

And all y'all ask about is Aftermath – motherfucker move on!

Move on...

Move on...

Move on...

[Joe Budden:]

L-look, look; I gotta give my own interview

Since niggaz that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule (like!)

Or paint me as a cynical, but the canvas'll limit you (dawg)

You can't go beyond what there's no limit to

If I think hip-hop is dead I think it's bein revived

And that comes from me being inside

Where the demons get by, see 'em good-bye

If I'm anemic here's why, come from hearin and seein ve-nomous lies (oh!)

So the beast in me cried, cause when it's all you hear

Shit get old repaired, just when the obey near

And so I try to think straight cause when you stare in the rear

Rest in peace, do as you care, nigga yeah!

I'm on another label, not that other label

That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs

Some say it's a conspirac'

I say if e'rybody's on the throne, that just more motive to kill the heir

Ask me 'bout "Pump it Up" and I'm a think you SHEEP

Or you must not know I'm DEEP!

I'm so off of music so y'all could SoundScan every week

Me? I just got my lil' man every week

Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs (why?)

Cause they was baby steppin, I showed 'em how to leap (ohh!)

Ask me about swag - I'm a change the topic

To lyrics in them raps, plus look at you like a fag

I love e'rybody, don't ask 'bout who I beef with

They burned the bridge but they was standin underneath it

I'm on my grind, Benjamin Hutton

Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button

And stop usin slang just for you to be cool

Cause I go BACK to when it was cool to be you

I'm a hero (nah) no I mean I'm here oh

For heroes, y'all chase zeroes

Muh'fucker I just got finished hatin ME feelin like a zero

They played DeNiro, never been there though

So before your next thought, understand

Know it's MUCH more to me than the man

Either that or move on

Yeah, move on

Keep out trouble (ya mean?)

Good around here

Muh'fucker move on

Don't ask me 'bout no old shit

No choice, either that, or you could move on

It's, it's (mic check one-two one-two)

J to the O!

Move On (Slaughterhouse Remix) lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Slaughterhouse)

[Intro:]

Alright! Whassup my nigga?

You say your name is John?

[Joell Ortiz:]

Joell Ortiz

Yeah yeah I know I'm familiar with the interview shit

I know what you gon' ask

I got you, don't even stress it

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]

No I Don't Respond With Answers That Fit A Script

So The Repitition Will Make A Nigga Flip

We In The Game Of Smokin Mirrors

Those Engineering A Bigger Spliff

Blowin Circles Out They Mouth Gettin Praise But The Shit Is Shift

I Never Lived A Myth If I Said It I Did It

Never Alleged Word To Dead I Gripped Da Fif

I Made My Housing Tenament A Strip

Movin' Medicine In Nicks

When I Seen 'Em Comin' I Jetted from Them Pricks

And Still To This Day Though She Clean I Wish My Mommy Never Sniffed

But The Hurt Is Makin' Me Betta With This Gift

I'm Live With This Ink

U Could Die In A Blink An

Ya'll Got The Nerve To Ask Me Why Do I Drink An

Motherfuckers Sometimes I Cry When I'm Think'n

Ya'll Ain't There When Them Tears Bein' Dried By The Sink

It Was Cold In The Winter

My Community Centers Who Gave Me Dinner

I Aind Mind My Table Chairs Gave Me Splinters

Set Up To Be A Loser But Was Made To Be A Winner

If They Paint Hip Hop I Bet My Face Be In The Picture

If They Wrote A Rap Bible Bet My Name Be In The Scriptures

If Shorty Say I'm Her Idol Bet Her Face Be In My Zipper

I Came A Long Way From The Staples In My Skrilla

Stains On My Pants Hardly Had A Cut

The Ladies Ain't Wanna Dance So House Parties Would Suck

All My Friends On The Wall I'm In The Hall With A Cup

Nah I Ain't Complain'n Just Tellin' Ya'll What It Is

So If Ya'll Goin Thru It Now Just Know That Anotha Kid

Made Somethin' Outta Nothin' Well I'm Frontin' I Was Never Nothin'

Older Ladies Used To Tell My Mother Ain't He Somethin'

I Look At A Lot Of U Cats An Laugh

Cause I'm The Shit Man An Ya'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 Budden]

I Gotta Give My Own Interview

Since Niggas That Do My Interviews

Focus On Wutevas Miniscule

An Paint Me As A Cynical

But The Canvas Will Limit You

You Can't Go Beyond What There's No Limit To

If I Think Hip Hop Is Dead I Think It's Bein' Revived

An That Comes From Me Bein' Inside

Where The Demons Get By See 'Em Goodbye

If I'm Vehement Heres Why

Come From Hearin' It Seein' Ve-Nom-Ous Lies

So The Beast In Me Cries Cause When It's All U Hear

Shit Can Over-Bear Just When The Over In Air

So I Try To Think Straight Cause When U Stare In The Rear

Rest In Peace Stewart Shakir Nigga Yea

I'm On Anotha Label Not That Other Label

That Mean It's No Longer My Problem It's Theirs

Some Say It's A Conspirc'

I Say If Erybodys On The Thrown That's Just More Motive To Kill The Heir

Ask Me Bout Pump It Up An I'm a Think U Sheep

Oh U Must Not Know I'm Deep

I'm So Off Of Music So Ya'll Can Soundscan Every Week

Me I Just Got My Lil Man Every Week

Jersey City Loves Me Despite Ya'll Beliefs

Cause They Was Baby Steppin' I Showed 'Em How 2 Leep

Ask Me About Swagg I'm a Change Tha Topic

To Lyrics An Than Brag

Plus Look At U Like A Fag

I Luv Erybody Don't Ask Bout Who I Beef With

They Burnt Tha Bridge But They Was Standin' Underneath It

I'm On My Grind Benjamin Huntin'

Was Old Since I Was Young Call Me Benjamin Button

Stop Using Slang Just 4 U 2 Be Cool

Cause I Go Back 2 When It Was Cool 2 Be U

I'm a Hero No I Mean I'm Hiro From Heroes

Ya'll Chase Zeros

Mahfukka I Just Got Finished Hatin' Me Feelin' Like A Zero

They Played De Niro Never Been There Though

So Before Your Next Thought Understand

Know it's Much More 2 Me Than A Man

Either That Or Move On...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]

My Rhymes Reflection Is Scarface An Prem's Soul

Before Jordan Was Wearin' Four Five

I Just Look Like This I Just Seemed Old

But I Had To Bleed The Blood of A Dirty Motherfucker

To Suffer Clean Clothes An Touch What A King Holds

The Real Estate Market Is Harsh Everything Goes

From Folds To Who U Was Doin' Everything For

But I Cut 'Em Off An Move On To The New Checks

New Friends Chasin' My New Endz With New Threats

Watchin' My Dreams Fold Like A Stack Of Bills

In The Pocket Of Who Ain't Tryin' To Push Up Daffodils

But We The Super Group U Could'ntHandle This Shit

If U Were Standin' Before Us Carryin' The Pooper Scoop

U Dealt With Shady Shit? I Dealt With Shady's Shit

But I'm The Only One Can Trully Say I Dealt With Shady's Shit

I Mean That With All Respect To Paul An Sheck

But Ryan An Marshall Is All U Get

My Flows Superb I Luv Pauly Rosenberg

What I Say In A Track Those Just Words

Baby Boy Forgive Me I'm Just Street

Cause I Can Change Into Anything Niggas Want Me To Be

Like Mystique I Don't Gotta Dig Deep

To Realize Slim Baught Big Proof A Big Jeep

Because He Deserved It

How Can I Mourn The Same Way Shady Did

Over Him When He Knew Him When He Attended Osbourne

Marshall I'm Sorry I Knew It Went Left

I Ain't Into Fuckin' My Family Like Incest

If U Remember Ice Used To Be My Lifes Interest

Tell Hailie My Wife Just Had A Princess

Since I Made Up With EM There's Nothin' Else

That I Can Move On From So Who Wants Some

Like A Jar Of Grey Poupon

U Have To Ask Anybody In Any Car

Want It Or Move On...

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Crooked I]

When Fans Picture My Interviews

They Think I'm In A Swimmin' Pool

With Women Who've Been Abused

So They Turn Into Strippers

Makin They Livin' In The Nude

One In The Middle Blowin' My Inner Tube

While The Interviewers Gettin Ridiculed

Is This Your Vision Cool

Let Me Give U A Little Jewel

Any Dude Who Wanna Sit N My Tennis Shoes Is Missin Screwz

Don't Get It Misconstrued

Don't Get Tha Shit Confused

I'm 2 Seconds From Prison Food I'm a Different Dude

Pistol In My Reach Man

Still In Long Beach Man

Hoping If My Grind Don't Help Me Get Out My Speech Can

I Been In The Streets Longer Than Yao Mings Wingspan

U Can Be MTV I'll Be CSpan

I Deal With Politics Bandanas And Hollow Tips

Half U Rappers Follow This

Role Models Can Swallow Dick

Was Stressed Out Over Cashflow

HipHop Used 2 Console My Soul

Now It's A Bunch Of Assholes

Rap About And Dance While I'm Targeting Cops

Spit Sum Shit 4 Oscar Grant Hit Tha Seargent With Shots

Make Him A Ghost Like He Part Of Tha LOX

I Won't Stop Recordin' Till I'm Makin Songs Harder Than Pac's

If It Don't Happen At Least A Nyggah Know He Right There

Every Memory Under My Dodger Hats A Nightmare

As A Kid I Had 2 Steal Breakfast

An Now Tha Best Question U Have 2 Ask Me

Is This A Real Necklace

Wheres Ya Beat From Dre Ya Feature From Cube

These Things Leave People Confused

Cause They Know I Leave Speakers Abused I Eat Tha EQ's

I Eat Thru Tha Beat What's Tha Secret I Think It's Tha Shoes

Out In Cali Nyggahs Blaze An Stress

Waitin' On DeTox 2 Save Tha West

Even If Tha Shit Is Dope

It Ain't Givin U Nyggahs Hope

Unless Your Signatures Wrote On Tha Check From Interscope... NOPE

Never Sleep lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Mr. Probz)

[Mr. Probz:]

We never sleep

The block's hot 'till it rains

An I'mma keep goin' 'till the devil come and get me

[Joell Ortiz:]

I can't rest up

I got a habit

Kid I'm out here messed up

Y'all don't know the half of it

[Mr. Probz:]

We never sleep

The block's hot 'till it rains

An I'mma keep goin' 'till the devil come and get me

[Joell Ortiz:]

Why the devil tryna take me away?

Why the devil tryna take me away?

Uh

E'day you walk past, you pro'ly notice me

I'm right there in the garbage gettin' my groceries

An' e'day I ask the lord: " 'dis is how is 'posed to be?"

Wintertime it's freezin' out here and my coat is weak

Summertime it's even worse, I damn near overheat

Ain't no AC strong enough to cool a [?]

I get jealous when the neighbors say that home is sweet

I can't go in: I'm always outside like Bruce Bowen's feet

Man, I remember when I had enough dough to treat

E'ry Mother's Day we packed in my Range Rover jeep

Me, my girl, my moms, and grandmoms used to go and eat

Red Lobster: 45 minutes before you on a seat

So here's a jewel for potheads: if you smokin' cheeba

Watch ya man's fill the Dutch up and control the leaf

I ain't know my man smoked [?], he was so discrete

Now e'day I'm sellin' e'thing and can't go to sleep

[Mr. Probz:]

We never sleep

The block's hot 'till it rains

An I'mma keep goin' 'till the devil come and get me

[Joell Ortiz:]

I can't rest up

I got a habit

Kid I'm out here messed up

Y'all don't know the half of it

[Mr. Probz:]

We never sleep

The block's hot 'till it rains

An I'mma keep goin' 'till the devil come and get me

[Joell Ortiz:]

Why the devil tryna take me away?

Why the devil tryna take me away?

Uh

Man, I wonder what's in 'nere 'dat got me chasin' 'nat

No appetite, 'cause when I eat I only taste the crack

The smoke got my teeth yellow like my Laker's hat

Made my smile ugly, dog, I used to major mac

My son buggin' out, he treat me like a steppops

He still holdin' that grudge, 'cause I sold his Xbox

That boy crazy, think I let that go for 2 jacks

Man, I got a bundle for dat: I ain't no new jack

My fam' ashamed of me: they ship to them programs

I clean it up while I'm in 'nere, but I come home an'...

Y'all know the rest, a carpet ride in the sky

It's funny: I swear I hate it, but I like to get high

I grab that pipe an' I fly

When I come down, I'm so mad (no!)

So I hustle up ya bread to get one more bag

The other fiends, they just jealous, man, I watch 'em hate

Ya see they need the whole 10, I get my rocks for 8

[Mr. Probz:]

We never sleep

The block's hot 'till it rains

An I'mma keep goin' 'till the devil come and get me

[Joell Ortiz:]

I can't rest up

I got a habit

Kid I'm out here messed up

Y'all don't know the half of it

[Mr. Probz:]

We never sleep

The block's hot 'till it rains

An I'mma keep goin' 'till the devil come and get me

[Joell Ortiz:]

Why the devil tryna take me away?

Why the devil tryna take me away?

Uh

I'm tired, it's like I'm standin' up half asleep

I don't even need a whole night, a lil' nap is sweet

This habit got me runnin' round like I'm an ath-a-lete

Underarms bangin', homie, I ain't take a bath in weeks

An' that's funny, 'cause, how I'm smellin' so foul

But go in grocery stores and clean out they whole soap aisle

I wanna quit and I would, but I don't know how

No I don't on second thought I think I wanna smoke now

Life sucks, 5 bucks was a beef and brat

No it's just 3 bucks away from a decent rock

I'm tired of e'body tellin' me I need to stop

You like the shit and try to quit, tell me that it's easy, pop

Trust me: you won't say nothin', you be fiendin', ock

Mouth on freeze like it's studyin' to be a cop

E'day I wake up like "That's it, Imma beat the rock"

But e'thing change when I turn that corner and see the block

[Mr. Probz:]

We never sleep

The block's hot 'till it rains

An I'mma keep goin' 'till the devil come and get me

[Joell Ortiz:]

I can't rest up

I got a habit

Kid I'm out here messed up

Y'all don't know the half of it

[Mr. Probz:]

We never sleep

The block's hot 'till it rains

An I'mma keep goin' 'till the devil come and get me

[Joell Ortiz:]

Why the devil tryna take me away?

Why the devil tryna take me away?

Nissan, Honda, Chevy lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Jim Jones)

[Freestyle over Lloyd Bank$ & Juelz Santana's: "Beamer, Benz Or Bentley" beat.]

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]

Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - Nissan, Honda, Chevy!

Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - My stash is never empty,

Baby Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - Nissan, Honda, Chevy!

Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - The-the D's will never get me!

[Joell Ortiz:]

In my Hoopty I be swurvin'! (err!) - The public who I'm servin'

Boost phones forever chirpin', I be out there puttin work in. (c'mon!)

Know them dirty boys lurkin', if they nab then it's curtains

So when I'll go see a person, I spend the blocks so I'm certain,

And that it's cool! - I'm no fool, see Raul is more than reckless

So I meet him when it's busy at that Meek or Morgan exit!

Off that BQ B-B-B-B-B-B-BQE near Mickey D, (oh!)

And occasionally treat myself to a nice little fish and cheese. (whoo!)

I'm really-really in the street! - Benig broke's my enemy

Teachers said I'm dumb but I dropped out and I know chemistry! (aahh!)

I make that soft get hard! (hard!) - And meet my homie Pito

In the parkin lot of Home Depot off Northen Boulevard! (c'mon!)

I got my route down packed! - I'm about my stacks!

And my mouth don't chat, I let my 'bout 'bout clap. (boo!)

But I ain't with that though, I'm tryna get that dough (yeeahh!)

"Beamer, Benz Or Bentley" I don't know, I stay low in that...

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz (Jim Jones interlude in the background)]

Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - Nissan, Honda, Chevy!

Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - My stash is never empty!

Baby; Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - Nissan, Honda, Chevy!

Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - The-the D's will never get me!

[Interlude: Jim Jones]

'Ey Ortiz!

I know a nigga that could put a stash on anything... on my mama!

Hey! Y'all know I had to jump on this!

You know I stay low, tinted up!

Jones!

[Jim Jones:]

I remember gettin' soup when I first had the Acc (I remember!)

It was the '97 Coupe I didn't know how to act. (turn on 'em!)

When Juju did the stash the body shop on Jerome (74th!)

Way before the boost, I had the flip mobile phone! (right!)

Before that it was the beeper (whoo!) - had one "Streetsweeper"

We all cut class so we hardly knew the teacher!

When The Rink was really hot! (alright) - Rockin' minks was really hot! (I remember!)

We was on the car waggers wasn't thinkin' about a drop. (okay!)

Now I scoop you in the charger drop you off in the 'Ghini

Let you out on the corner right before your boyfriend see me. (and?)

Keep a low vehicle (right!) - when I'm low speedin through

And I'm sccopin' up your hoe they don't know that it is you. (Jones!)

Used to watch my uncle do it! (yeah!) - Scoop 'em up in the Buick (and?)

One chick Delores turned fiend she was gorgeous. (where?)

Speakin about cars I think we still got a Taurus

I ain't 'gon mention 'bout the color, cause it's still takin orders (FUCKER! GO!)

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz (Jim Jones)]

Nissan, Honda, Chevy! (and?) - Nissan, Honda, Chevy! (and?)

Nissan, Honda, Chevy! (and?) - My stash is never empty baby!

Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - Nissan, Honda, Chevy!

Nissan, Honda, Chevy! - The-the D's will never get me!

[Interlude: Jim Jones]

I, I hope you got your registration!

You, you know...

I used to get a bitch to get me runnin' and still put tinteds on that mu'fucker! [echoes, beat stops]

Outta Control (Kendrick Lamar Response) lyrics - Joell Ortiz

One two one two!

Y'all knew I wasn't gonna stay quiet! YAOWA!!!

I ain't even gotta give this too much thought

Joell Ortiz won every war that he ever fought

This ain't no different I'm listenin you the king of New York?

Lil' homie you ain't the king of New York, you the next thing on my fork

The messenger with all them rings on that horse

Carrying kings heads 'til I kick you in your chest

And you cough and fall into a bottomless pit homie you know how many bodies that fit?

When we met you said it's an honor man the yaowa can spit

Maybe that's why you left me out of that shit

Maybe that's why the Slaughterhouse ain't get dissed

Or maybe I'm not on your radar, you feel you ain't gotta acknowledge my clique

Either way I personal train this beat it gotta get ripped

You rich rappers can't respond with all the dollars you get

Gangsta rappers can't retaliate with hollows and clips

And you fashion rappers wear the kind of jeans that hardly get zipped

So zip it I got this shit, real hip hop in this bitch!

The apocalypse has fell upon us watch the zombies I spit

The walking dead I've been a monster shorty y'all can get bit

And never turn I'm immune to these rappers y'all callin sick

I stomped the red carpet holdin my dick

And throw tomatoes at the podium for wack awards that y'all niggas get

Then stand up and scream YAOWA then dip, and smack a legend on the way out of that bitch

'Cause I don't big up the elite

The elite can get it too you all fit under my feet

You all victims all chitlins when a nigga tryin to eat

I'll see it to it y'all missin like a wino nigga teeth

Anybody can get it - old nigga, new nigga

Him nigga, you nigga, one nigga, two niggas!

A few niggas, I do niggas harm with these bars

It was brave, you took a chance like Monopoly cards

Put that telly you trying to check in, boy, that property's ours

Can't get a W on Broadway, I'm NEW YORK ALL DAY!

Yeah, that's where the boss stay, you no hear that oye?

A hundred Ricans runnin at you (Chief) like Okoye

Last time in Compton I was kickin it with Jorge

I rocked with some cons/Kan's out (West) like the boy 'Ye

But I don't claim king even though my name ring

And I had China in the Bay, we call Beijing

Rodeo to Diego they telling you the same thing

Chico be in Sacramento so much he can claim +King+

But that's the west coast, I'm from this coast

I'll leave the king of LA to Dre, I was this close

to stayin Aftermath, but lamped out like a Genie

But Dre you a fuckin gangster and Kirdis you're such a sweetie

And guess what, I'm a (Free Agent) again if y'all ever need me

But back to these bars, I'm hungry, this beat is gon' feed the needy

Y'all lookin like granny's ziti, zucchini out in Tahiti

On Fiji with Erykah Badu's booty in a bikini (haaaa!)

Your main chick is a Precious, my side chick is a RiRi

I fuck her then take her out for fries and a panini

I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a nigga that rap

Before this, y'all saw the cypher, I ain't bringing that back

Why should I recycle bars when my mind is a flight to Mars?

And the force that I come across was like rhyming inside a star

with the Universe on my back, your human verses is wack

I grab my extraterrestrial testicles when I rap

And tell Earth suck it (SUCK IT!), tell the planet try it

I turn this bitch into Independence Day without the lucky drunk pilot

I love competition, constructing a composition

of destruction, putting Destructicons in the calm position

I'm Optimus Prime trucking your boulevard, just wishin'

That a star screams so I can go on a bombing mission

You raised the bar high, I set the bar higher

You gon' learn though, inferno scorch a bonfire

Project Boy lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Intro:]

Uh. Slow the music down just a tad

[Nas:] "The projects"

[Flava Flav:] "Bwoyyyy"

Uh. Yeah. That sound good right there

Joell Ortiz. Yaowa! Premier what up man? Uh

"The projects"

[Verse 1:]

God damn it, I done did it again

I swear them cameras flash every time I pick up a pen

What y'all spit sugar coated, I be spittin' that phlegm

Cause where I come from, little dudes got guns bigger than them

And crack heads smoke anything that fit in that stem

And little girls do grown men just to sit in that Benz

I'm from the projects boy (what)

I'm from the projects boy (what)

If you're not from there listen close I drop some knowledge boy

Night, time you hear thunder from the hottest toy

If you upstairs you sayin' prayers hopin' it's not your boy

With police around, it ain't just to lock you up (naw)

They hope somethin' look like a gun so they can pop you up

See me, I play it smooth like a hockey puck

If I ain't writin', I'm in the room with a stocky slut

It ain't friendly outside

Cause like 'rybody po' for that doe you can go

Let me let 'rybody know this

[Chorus: scratch]

"Now this here is for the projects"

[Flava Flav:] "Bwoy!"

"Now this here is for the projects"

[Royce Da 5'9":] "It's wrong or not"

[Royce Da 5'9":] "This is rap"

[Royce Da 5'9":] "That's all you got"

[Verse 2:]

See where I come from

Motherfuckers get home from up top

And the kids they used to send to the store own the spot

And them young boys don't give a what if you old or not

You talk that "listen shorty" shit and he will roast your knot

While you was gone, he got it on and moved that dope and rock

But before them roosters cock-a-doodle-do he post the block

Yeah that's a projects boy (what)

Yeah that's a projects boy (what)

If you ain't from here listen close I'll drop some knowledge boy

Snitchin'?

We don't allow that

Man, you tell and you dead

The repercussion be disgustin'

Put Joell in the Fed

Somebody clothes and shottie smoke till their melon is red

In the streets my name hold weight like elephant legs

I'm a projects boy

Crooper's P's be here

They let me in and now it's locked like pezzy hair

Oh you don't get it?

Let's please be clear

It's like I went celibate

Cause ain't nobody fuckin' with Ortiz this year

[Chorus: scratch]

"Now this here is for the projects"

[Flava Flav:] "Bwoy!"

"Now this here is for the projects"

[Royce Da 5'9":] "It's wrong or not"

[Royce Da 5'9":] "This is rap"

[Royce Da 5'9":] "That's all you got"

[Verse 3:]

Man, I love where I'm from

You can call it the hood

Call it the ghetto, call it the gutter, call it the slum

I'm callin' it home

That's where I roamed all my life

This trouble is all I know so that's all I write (listen)

My family my friends, we are not all alright (nope)

So when I pick up this mic, I rhyme with all of my might

I'm from the projects boy (what)

I'm from the projects boy (what)

If you ain't from there, listen close, I'll drop some knowledge boy

See I ain't got to listen close

You make a lot of noise

I hear your whole conversation

Every word

The project walls thinner than my Blackberry Curve

When I was young my moms and pops got on my every nerve

With all that arguin'

Until that check hit

And them food stamps held them down like a tec clip

Then daddy made an exit

Mommy couldn't accept it

In and out the crib for that next hit

That project shit nigga

[Chorus: scratch]

"Now this here is for the projects"

[Flava Flav:] "Bwoy!"

"Now this here is for the projects"

[Royce Da 5'9":] "It's wrong or not"

[Royce Da 5'9":] "This is rap"

[Royce Da 5'9":] "That's all you got"

Rap Millionaire lyrics - Joell Ortiz & !llmind

If I dropped a few bars out of thin air

Would you care?

Would the air feel like it's thinning?

Anticipating what you gon' hear?

Would it break the internet and get a million shares?

Same way it do for these popular rap millionaires?

Probably not

Lucky I don't do this so that I be hot

I do this for those who pick Foreman and know how Ali box

But never say that shit to my grill, throwing body shots

And none of you pussies can kill me, (I'll throw Irv Gotti knot?)

Trust me I bump into these rappers y'all think is barred up

They see me and get hit by Polaris, yeah they be star-struck

Say that me and them should collaborate on a raw cut

And then, all of them become Oregon men, they all duck

I'm used to the stories, I get it;

"Joell, I'm busy, my new record is spinning

So much that it got me dizzy and I'm

'Bout to hit the road for a minute I'm on my grizzly

And I'm barely in your city"

Translation; you a grizzly

I can't bear hearing you tear me into little pieces

On my beats so bear with me 'cause I'm scared silly

And my manager handles my brand care-freely

(I'm weird really, I'm hair fully?) like my beard Philly

If I dropped a few bars out of thin air

Would you care?

Would the air feel like it's thinning?

Anticipating what you gon' hear?

Would it break the internet and get a million shares?

Same way it do for these popular rap millionaires?

Honestly I'm not sure if I even made it yet

I don't got the Spotify or Google Play connect

The cool label rep that lifts a phone and then creates a check

I just make sure the bars stay correct enough to break ya neck

Lot of major artists want to trade fame for respect

You'd be surprised with the names in my texts

If you gave to your left

I'd want to text a nigga back like

"Fuck a rap list, you fucking on an actress

'Til that cash hit and pay my taxes, shiiit"

I used to trap singles

I had the metro booming before the future of rap was trap singles

And to homeboy talking you on my radar

You hang with A&Rs, my dudes hang clips from ARs

The rap I'm a fan of took a backseat

For a few years now it's been all forefronting

Gloryfing abusing controlled substances

I'm trying to help good substance control the forefront

Rapping was tough, what happened to us?

My playback button was busted on the back of the bus

The black Maxwell full of rap I'd fast-forward so much

And flip it over, rewind was a extra couple of bucks

I know I'm, showing my age in a game that throw away legends

But ask me if I'm scared, you hear what I hear

How could fear interfere with this fearsome talent?

I'll sit you down like a chair on Wayfair, I'm way too unfair

Every word you heard 'em speak I heard

I'm like "Word? He a nerd, this verse deep? Absurd."

Got some nerve, sound like he rehearsed me

I be the first to call him weak

Before the world dickrides his first week

I wish everybody kept it a hundred

I wish every DJ played what he wanted

I'd be a superstar in a PJ, not dude from the PJs

One signed to a superstar

But it's cool 'cause I got nothing to prove to y'all

I ride for myself like a Uber car, fuck who you are

Made my way in the game with the flames cooking

I'm saying me and my gang made a name but I claim Brooklyn

Solo or group, alone or a crew

Same port of rock in the picture, pick a photo to shoot

I know every cameraman, tell him to point, let's go

Boy, I was on that Freshman cover ten joints ago

I ride the ferry every morning from Jersey into Manhattan

And sit with the 9 to 5ers, don't none of them know I'm rapping

Except for the real ones who got a true love for HipHop

You know the ones that don't do Love & HipHop

If I dropped a few bars out of thin air

Would you care?

Would the air feel like it's thinning?

Anticipating what you gon' hear?

Would it break the internet and get a million shares?

Same way it do for these popular rap millionaires?

Too Soon (Biggie Tribute) lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Verse 1:]

I remember how I felt when your tape dropped

Like 'how the hell can't find a song that ain't hott'

Strong voice, your delivery is unmatched

Your metaphors made it sure that you run rap

Gucci sweater with the Kango hats

When you was clubbin lumberjack with the hat to match

When you was thuggin, to this day I listen back to your tracks

Like you was buggin

Felt like strangling that faggot ass nigga who threw the slug in

And murked the king

Probably some jerk who wasn't worth a thing

You gave the ladies all them words to sing

Gave the hustlers commandments to live by

My how the time has wizzed by

I know your proud of Jay, he a big guy

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis

Now it's Xbox 360, Playstation on the hip

But when it comes to this game

Ain't a damn thing changed

Damn that man blew out an early flame... cause your still the man

[Chorus:]

Your candle burned out

Way before your legend ever lived

I'll see to it that you live

Talking bout you to the kids

Like this man right here handled his biz

Anybody who heard him knows what it is

(Blew out too soon)

[repeat]

[Verse 2:]

You wrote my favorite song of all-time

Whoever pulled the trigger on you had a small mind

Cause see this dude right here was a lot more than rap

I guess he was over ya'll head like a bad quarterback

Not mine, when I got signed I dwelled on what he spoke

Rhyme for the bitches the niggas want what the bitches want end quote

Ain't nobody better at putting emotion on the track

It's well understand why you cause commotion when you rap

Man you had the juice

Some people think that you lied, you never died, and you back in the booth

Man how I wish that was the truth

Because with you back in town... we could lead this game back to it's roots

We sincerely miss you

The whole world wished every one of them shells clearly missed you

Brenda's baby havin babies, now I'm fed up

I'll address this one though, you keep your head up

[Chorus x2]

Hip Hop (Remix) lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Jadakiss & Saigon)

[from "Grand Theft Auto IV" soundtrack]

[Intro: Joell Ortiz {Jadakiss}]
Yo do me a favor? (what?)
Accidentally step on your white sunglasses (ha ha ha)
We don't wear those over here, this is hip-hop {uh-huh}
This is Carhart jackets (yeah) Timberland boots unlaced {yup}
This is Champion hoodies, chicken wings and french fries {uhh}
R.I.P. pieces on the handball court (you see it)
This is us still fightin police brutality {AH-HAH!}

[Jadakiss:]
Everybody runnin they mouth 'bout how they real
Ringtones blowin the doors off album sales
Need to be tellin the people 'bout how they feel
So that's how it all started, I'm surprised they feel I'll
Music just ain't what it used to
We used to have songs that, you could shoplift or boost to
This is the truth too, listen we gon' pop in the Juice Crew
Then run up in the mall, get loose boo
Hard streets, hard times, beats and hard rhymes
Five Percenters teachin the god lines
Two turntables, a mixer, few speakers
Haze didn't exist yet, they blew reefer
Pink Champale, plenty of malt liquor
Extension cord was ran through grandma's kitchen
Fashion statements, bats was safe then
Now, D-Block Royal bash your face in

[Chorus x2: Joell Ortiz]
Aww man (man) this is hip-hop
Hands up, if you forever a fan of hip-hop
I wake up hip-hop, go to sleep hip-hop
Dream about hip-hop, cause I am hip-hop

[Joell Ortiz:]
Uhh, geah, check
I said hip-hop, started out in the park
Man I knew it was goin down from the start
I be backstage with that extra pound in my heart
Butterflies, what a vibe when I tear that whole crowd apart
It's hip-hop, my lips got problems, I spit hot shit
Watch the kid rock albums, I hurt verses
And bruise flows, who knows what's next and when
I'm like a NBA game, nothin less than 10
It's like all kinda diseases infest my pen
I'm sick [cough] I gotta spit, I can't digest my phlegm
This gift, could be a curse if you don't use it right
So call me now, tell half of these dudes good night
They let the lion out the cage, the dragon from out the cage
Dudes worship him, girls be draggin him off the stage
You dudes weak, you ruin beats, you don't hurt the track
Give your producer my contacts I'll murder that

[Chorus]

[over Chorus: Saigon]
Knahmean? J-O!
See you my nigga, haha
Bring this shit back man
Bring it back in time man, check

[Saigon:]
Just when y'all thought Queenbridge was a wrap
Nas came back (Bridgin' the Gap)
Joey Crack told the whole map to (Lean Back)
For a second you woulda thought New York was takin the scene back
Even Ja dropped a mean track - it went "I'm from New York!"
The first city that have heads to fiend for crack
Now all I hear about is who's a Blood, who's a Crip
Religious leaders only teach half of the truth and shit
I'd rather rock a fake gold crucifix
Than them platinum white Jesus faces; he rap like he's a racist
Know a philosopher that reads the pages
So that knowledge I try to keep away from me for ages
(Aww man) It's like I'm in a race against time
Couple years ago I couldn't wait to get signed
I thought automatically that my face'll get shine
But bein lyrical was just a waste of slick rhyme
Cause so, still I annihilate though
The sire lace the place with the fireplace flow
The day y'all could fuck with me or Joell Ortiz?
That's the day Hell gon' freeze

[Chorus]

[Joell:] Aww man [echoes]