Free Agent (2011)












Intro lyrics - Joell Ortiz

Let's start off with New York rapper Joell Ortiz.
He uhh, dropped an album on Koch then he was signed to Dr. Dre's Aftermath.
I remember him! And he came up here?
Yup!
He's the one that was drinkin the 40 in the video.
Right, well he's not signed to Dr. Dre anymore.
Looks like he was released from uhh, Aftermath.
That was short.
He never even got a chance to put out a single.
That was very short-lived, what happened?

[Joell Ortiz]
I don't know, shit, you tell me
All I did was made it a title of my new LP (Free Agent!)
I still got the streets in a frenzy
Still got that 40, but it's underneath the seat in my Chevy
I hop on any beat and I empty
When I'm squeezin my pen be sendin shots, e'rywhere like Dikembe
Rappers that you praise go out their way to befriend me
The rest stay out my way and probably pray they can end me
But let me make this so clear
My career's on a treadmill, I'm runnin this shit and ain't goin nowhere
Rockin on the scene with my team, all with no fears (Slaughter!)
'Til my pockets green like what's in between my nose hairs (ew!)
Nothin but flow here (look)
Like Puerto Rico when it's snowin in New York (what) oh yeah I go there
I'm fueled by the energy my foes share
I won't tap out, y'all assed out like the old Cher
Between me and you, rap dudes is so scared
I'm still in the hood with cashews and a cold beer
So not an industry nigga
Add 20 years and a beard to my elementary picture (Ortiz)
Same kid, same hunger, same drive
And I tip my hat to those that tried
But {"It's not the same"} - ever felt like you gotta do it? (man)
Well multiply that by a trillion, that's the YAOWA movement (ay!)
The reason that I get stupid and dumb when the track is movin
In order for God to find me, guess I had to lose it
I'm gone, flow strong but I still add subtractors to it
Imagine the dude you hear now, with a vast improvement
I'm harder than a blind man tryin to reconfigure a plastic Rubik
smeared in the nuclear reactor fluid
I parallel park grind, put my back into it
Know some Heathcliffs with spliffs, bunch of cats that blew it (damn!)
Failure? No, not me
That ain't gon' cut it, on my three
Look at sunshine through your cloudy doubt
My whole life been in a ring, don't ever count me out

Put Some Money On It lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. The LOX)

Grind Music bitch!

[Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo Joell, I'm on this son, D-BLOCK! {"Put some money on it"}

Yeah, Don Corlito flyin out a Tito
The further I get the ground look more mosquito
Dutch burnin, other hand big Mojito
I don't mean Dorito when I say {"Put some money on it"}
Yeah, you ain't really all around all that stuff
The coke, the crack, the guns, heard 'bout enough
They said, "Yo Donny, you gon' really sign with Puff?"
I said I'll live too long as Diddy {"Put some money on it"}
What? I'm the L.O.X. Jeter
Tattooed up in a white wife-beater
Aston Vanquish parked at the meter
I forgot to feed her, better go {"Put some money on it"}
Yeah, now they all love the Don G
I'm on BET more than "Leprechaun 3"
They say I'm on fire, it don't hurt when I pee
I don't layaway, only y'all {"Put some money on it"}

[Joell Ortiz]
Yaowa! Whoever, whenever, put some 'fetti on it
If your block is hood I'm probably heavy on it
Probably popped the hood, of the Chevy on it
Did the Mario Andretti on it - ERRRT! {"Put some money on it"}
Brooklyn off the hook when Ortiz is there
Papi got it locked like peasy hair
Black and white TV's, please be clear
I'll erase your lil' buzz like Jeezy peers {"Put some money on it"}
Fam, I'm the man far as New York goes
Old four-five in my new wardrobe
Red dot in front like Rudolph's nose
Case a hater want his roof un-closed {"Put some money on it"}
I'll be by myself, think of somethin sweet
I'm Boricua, one lil' whistle I'm a hundred deep
Who been holdin niggaz down since Pun is sleep?
C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! {"Put some money on it"}

[Jadakiss]
AH-HAH! Never been wack so that ain't one of my issues
Get my bread and take care of my pistols
Soon as I open a brick you can see the crystals
Soon as the piff come in you can {"Put some money on it"}
Trust me it's imported, shoot it or snort it
Oxy's, {?}, profit is gorgeous
Stay off the phone cause the calls are recorded
And if you can afford it then you better {"Put some money on it"}
Tryin to be a diamond in the game I been one
Killin niggaz with the flow, H1N1
You can get a buck-fifty quick, a thin one
Before rap I had a drug dealer's income
{"Put some money on it"} Master Jason
God on the rocks with a splash of Satan
Stash right here with the ratchet waitin, since you hatin
Name the place and the date and {"Put some money on it"}

[Styles P]
Never trust niggaz no further than I can throw 'em
Long with the razor and the doctor can't sew 'em
Said I as the hardest out, now I gotta show 'em
Cocksucker doubted me, I owe 'em {"Put some money on it"}
You could be that dude in cement shoes
or the next soft nigga on this evening's news
Rap beef, street beef, breeze through crews
Freeze, handguns, machine guns {"Put some money on it"}
I don't even need guns, play me like I'm poppa shit
End up with a hawk in your esophagus
Hardest nigga to walk in the metropolis
Genocide mixed with apocalypse {"Put some money on it"}
Kill niggaz real easy dawg
Ghost in the flesh, fuck a Ouija Board
Droptop Beamer with the BB's on
Gun in your face, and I ain't shootin BB's dawg {"Put some money on it"}

Killed For Less (Intro) lyrics - Joell Ortiz

They tell me we gonna catch you one of these nights
and we gonna kill you
It don't matter, it don't worry me really
cause they all tell me the same
(That doesn't bug you at all?) Nope
(Some people would say they'd be very worried)
(if someone told them that - why, why, why don't you?)
Because, y'know
If I'm gonna die y'know
Let it happen now than later

One Shot (Killed For Less) lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Fat Joe)

[Intro: Fat Joe (Joell Ortiz)]
Cook! (Yeah!)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, uhh
It's that killa crack street music
(It's that Block Royal, Terror Squad music)
Crack, cook (Joell Ortiz nigga)
Listen (Knobody, WHAT UP!)

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz (Fat Joe)]
One shot, two shot, three shot, OHH! OHH!
That'll send him right to the morgue
Four shot, five shot, six shot, shit, shit
That's for the wife and the kids
(I don't care about your money or that shit on your chest)
Niggaz get killed for less!
(And all that shit you be talkin man we ain't impressed)
Niggaz get killed for less!

[Fat Joe]
Whether, closed caption or high definition
You could probably find me on that big screen, diamonds glistenin
"Ain't this a bitch man? That's Joey from the Bronx
And all the dirt he done, how the fuck he mix the songs nigga?"
He ain't lyin, I'm a chemist on that table
My needle with the beige make the competition hate you
Couple deaths on the block, now they rate you
Lil' Dex'll pull the trigger if I say shoot
One shot, two shot, 'nother nigga down
CSI searchin but his face can't be found nigga
Shit is crazy on the streets of the Bronx
Niggaz yellin "Shots fired" but police won't respond
Where I'm from niggaz pump that bass
And holler at your lil' sister right in front of your face nigga
The working man's a sucker you heard, see
Nigga's gettin hot for twenty years, still thirsty
I guess they share a bond with the 'caine
Now that's what I call rekindlin old flames
Get it? Who else but Coca in the Rover?
Sports kitted, coulda been my 'ghini or my 'rossa
Life is for the living, get a chauffeur
Find yourself a bitch that don't mind eatin chocha
We spit murder, you's a victim, boy
If that ass get flashy we'll stick ya, boy!

[Chorus]

[Joell Ortiz]
Nah.. so don't die over nothin, let your lil' crew gas ya ass
Cause on my block I was the Doc, before Aftermath
I had that, rock in the spot the fiends had to blast
When I, chopped it with pop and shoot past the glass
See I really hustle homie, this ain't no fabrication
They never called me back, I filled out many applications
Watchin these corny niggaz come up, that was aggravatin
So I hit the corner, told 'em beat it like they masturbatin
I tried to have the patience
I asked God for the answers, he took too long to respond so I had a chat with Satan
He told me my dreams ain't have to stay imagination
Turned my wrecked Timbs to a stretch Benz for my graduation
Had all the lil' sluts at my prom salivatin
Scooped my diploma, I'm gone but I kept on calculatin
Colleges holla cause every grade I had's amazin
It was school books or cool looks when I pass with Daytons
Clappin at plays or hearin my new Magnum flamin
Schoolgirls or I'ma earl, look who this bastard's blazin
Long story short, man I had these faggots hatin
I'm handsome, I'm cool, I got guap, and I get it crack-a-latin
I come from the place where you get your hood passes made in
A brook where the only thing shook's on the stove marinatin
So when they say congratulations over the respect my pad is gainin
Know I ain't goin back, I'm aimin like

[Chorus]

[Outro: Fat Joe]
AOWWWW! That's what the fuck I'm talkin about
That real gangsta music, BIATCH!
Like that shit, you like how that shit sounds nigga
BLAT!

Sing Like Bilal lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Intro: Sample Of Lil' Fame]
Sing Like Bilal!

[Joell Ortiz (Sample Of Lil' Fame):]
Uh! Uh! Y-Y, Y-Y-Y-YAOOOWWWWW!
J-J-Joell Ortiz, yeah (Sing-Sing like Bilal!)
Oh! Aiyyo Flex I got the kite, I was tuned in saturday night
Heh heh! You hear these guys?! (Sing-Sing like Bilal!)

[Verse 1:]
You remove the big label that be backin them (Uh)
The moistened nine, ice the fake platinum
And bring it back to rap I will flatten them
I'm the best across the board like Tat and 'em
New York, If you feelin like me then you tired
Of listenin to liars, wishin it was fire
But none of them is hot not the flicker of a lighter
I'm about to blow up in they face Richard Pryor
Your industry buzz ain't valid on the streets loser
We don't care about them mags and them weak rumors
Your secret wack parties with free hookah
Ev'rybody walkin 'round tryin to be cooler
Nah! See I be where they keep ruegers
You ain't got to be in beefs the police shoot ya
The ox will give ya a I'll buck fifty
New rappers is cool but we still bump Biggie (Baby)
I walk and perfects with a I'll one with me
Fitted to the side on my Brooklyn shit
No V.I.P. I ain't shook for shit
I'm at the bar like afrter push ups and dips
As for this mic they don't want nothin (Why?)
'Cause I eat 'em for breakfast, oatmeal cornmuffins
Lil' insects y'all all buggin
Flex I got you, next time I'll call up and record somethin

[Chorus: DJ Premier scratchin]
W-When you hear-W-W-When you heard me rewind me
From the city where niggas known for puttin in work ("Xzibit")
I-I-I-I make 'em nervous, I do it on purpose ("LL Cool J")
W-When you hear-W-W-When you heard me rewind me
From the city where niggas known for puttin in work ("Xzibit")
This here serious ("Erick Sermon")
Sing-Sing like Bilal! ("Lil Fame")

[Verse 2:]
Check, I see your mouth movin, but you ain't sayin nothin
Ya boy's speakers all heat like my neighbor's oven
If I'm ANYWHERE near a mic, then I'm claimin somethin
I can't resist "The Temptation", David Ruffin
Hah! Who feelin froggy? Hop, kiddo!
I see to it Miss Piggy is a chopped widow
Before I saw gwap from Joell features
I had the corner on lock, Darrelle Revis
It's so I treat rap like coke, bet it
You want lines, gimme mines, homie no credit
Y'all was hyped about homes like, no sweat it
He turned out to be a "Bus", Jerome Bettis
I'm on my chiro shit now, "back" at it
Steady spittin that crack, I'm a crack addict
The belt sittin on my wiast, take a crack at it
My craft'll put you to sleep - hehe, Craftmatic

Finish What You Start lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Royce da 5'9")

[Intro: Joell Ortiz]
I hear y'all talkin
It's funny to me (yeah!)
See, where I come from
We act first, ask questions later (c'mon!)

[Joell Ortiz]
If I'm in there the whole place full up
I'll use your lil' bar to do a pull-up
Use your wack-ass tracks as target practice
And tell the baddest broads to arch it backwards
For years I wore the same Starter jacket
and beat-up tees with the scars to match it
Jeans with the holes, sneakers with no sole
When Genesis dropped my Nintendo was so old
Oh no, couldn't have that
I put the pen where the pad at - VOILÀ! Magic
I'll disappear in the booth, reappear messiah
When I write, call it a night, vampire
Ask around, your boy hot, and I uhh
don't plan to cool off like a campfire
E'rybody gather round, I'ma tell a story
of a snot-nosed kid, try and smell the glory

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" (Joell)]
I, shoot first ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangstas pass
That's how most of these so-called gangstas pass
That's how most of these so-called gangstas, gangstas {C'MON!}
I - shoot first ask questions last
A poof! How low, so low, so low, so low
A poof! How low, so low, so low, so low
I (Well I'ma finish what you start!)

[Joell Ortiz]
This for the block mister, the rock pictures
Late night, cranberry and Cîroc mixers
Parkin lot pissers, glock top shifters
Dudes who stay fresh cause they shoplifters
That's where I come from, so me no run from
bumbaclot pussy drummer boy, rumpa-pum-pum
You no tough stuff, you my son's son
You just bluff rough, me say come, come
I'll give it to anyone who wants some
Go silly on they Achilles until they run's done
I keep a hot line, 9-1-1
Everyone say hi to the hero that won't go unsung
A moment of silence while I give Pun some
Scream Borrrrricua 'til your tongue's numb
What's your angle? Haha, I know mine
If it's cheese, (Swizz) style, "SHOWTIME!"

[Chorus]

[Joell Ortiz]
I ain't a troublemaker but my flow cocky
So all the pretty mamis yellin "GO PAPI!"
Man that's so neat, and y'all so sloppy
When you think I'm done shittin I do mo' copy[?]
Just love to flex my rap muscle
What muzzle? Dog, you just a Jack Russell
Your bite weak and your bark a lil' pitch
Relax, you no match for a hard-nosed pit'
I can't find a track that my bars won't rip
You guys are sick warrin with the Gaza Strip
When I back out this pen all you guys'll strip
Like you in Chippendales tryin to wind for tips (haha)
No need to see, slow down and let the leader lead
DJs, bring this back! I'm what the needle need
And I don't mean to get all mushy like my last bitch
(BLAP!) Damn, I love this rap shit

[Chorus]

Nursery Rhyme lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Intro]
One-two one-two
I said ah-one-two one-two
Right about now is the time
I kick a nursery rhyme (uhh)

[Joell Ortiz]
Goddamn it he did it again, didn't he?
Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock
So it's time to get the cheese, y'all be rhymin like yo please
I got that second bowel flow, I'm rhymin with the ease
You never see me on lists inside these magazines
But I'm (The Source) of rap discussions, they Vibe-in with Ortiz
In my (XXL) shirt, lion over my jeans
It's like I'm fightin in Europe, I'm fire overseas!
Hip-Hop's messiah, bring your sire to his knees
I'm "nevaeh" in reverse, paradise in the P's
I'm Iron Mike in the '80s in the black trunks
Act pump ya lyin on your back slump, all my lions pack punch
Who wan' be rap lunch? Me make your snack chump
Ya likkle pistol pack pack pump, me mac dump!
Fast munch, I reckon you stay away from the wreckin ball
If I swing in your direction I'll level you all like a measured wall

[Interlude]
The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out

[Joell Ortiz]
I'm the definition of ill, Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water, I took Jack's crown and pushed him down
I manslaughter all around the damn border
Optimus in his (Prime), a fuckin Transformer!
Walk in any club I'm the subject of camcorders
So I'm slidin out the back e'ry night with a man's daughter
Puttin my you-know-what, you know where
No not down there, in between both ears
Leave my seeds on they nose hairs, oh yeah I go there
What the fuck you expect? I fuck necks 'til they throat tears
Embody the projects, symbolize the struggle
Where the kids pawn my object to minimize the trouble
I been in rides with duffle bags stuffed with the crack
Few years later I put them same drugs on the track
Got the globe hot from coca in a flow you can't toca
So listen close chocha, CÁLLATE LA BOCA

[Interlude]
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are

[Joell Ortiz]
Goddamn I'm the man, Mary had a little lamb
whose fleece was white as snow
I skinned him and ROCKED that lil' nigga to my show
I be dipper than an O-, R-E-O cookie I'ma milk 'em for this dough
I'm a pilgrim with the hoes - I could rock a Plymouth Sundance
in dumb pants and still thank her for givin me a blow, job
No prob, they go home I go.. hard
And find another broad to hump free/Humphrey, Bo-gart
John Rambo got ammo for whole squads
I rhyme over a banjo and handle yo' bars
I'm high and won't fall like a dope nod
I'm outta here, every rhyme's a postdated postcard
Don't mention my name, just keep playin yo' part
Cause I got a (Gang) of (Wolves), Amadeus Mozart's
I don't smile, ain't gon' set it
See you in the hospital spellin YAOWA, Yo' Ass On Wild Anesthetics!

[Outro]
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
And on this farm he had you ducks, garbage with your flow
Y'all can't fuck with Joell
That nigga's nice!
Y'all just be sayin stuff that only he can understand
Ha ha, the little kids, hehe

Battle Cry lyrics - Joell Ortiz

How many times I gotta tell y'all I'm second to none.
No magazine's top ten cause I'm negative one.
So I don't pay attention to them dumb folk
Cause I'm a always be in first like the clutch broke
I'm from where the cut-throats cut coke
Cause school ain't cut it, they cut out the puff smoke
And guess what?
That's who I hang with, so when you speak INDUSTRY - I don't know the language
But play the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho
Ya'll gettin' away with murder like the white bronco
Bunch of trash inbetween hooks
Bars too cute to be gettin' all these mean looks
Put the hottest rappers all on one stage together
See who'll hold their arm up like Che Guevera
I rhyme hotter and I say it better
I'm a winter cold war
I'm a product of the Regan Era
Day thinkin till the page inkin'
My 16 free ya'll I'm hip-hop's Abe Lincoln.
Fam I don't know what they thinkin
These niggas got me fucked up like I spent all day drinkin
I'm a boss not a loss yet
You're little lemons in a race with a souped up corvette
I'm so hot I could stand still and pour sweat in the North Pole fully naked with my balls wet
I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets
Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet
I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex
You're bluffin, I play Poker I'm callin all bets
Local boy, when's the last time you all left?
I don't even know where the FUCK I'm goin' on tour next
Last month Canada, before that? Europe
I had Waffles out in Belguim, you ain't had Syrup
Every time I write it's another flight
Another whore with my kids on her underbite
Another "YAOWA!" chant when I touch the Mic
Another Magazine spread, yeah you fuckin right
I'm on my grind like a pair of in-line skates
Get on tracks and go banana's like a Primate
Baboon, Gorilla, Chimpanzee, I'm Wild Ape
King Kong under your skin, I'm bout to Sky-Scrape
But the sky ain't the limit
I could teleport through my mind any minute
Take you to a place where the Lions go "ribbit"
All the frogs "roar" and the fire is frigid
I'm outta this world - don't belong here
What heir'ing the thrown if I taught you from a small chair?
Family, you niggas got it twisted
Flow out of the box, yours chicken and a biscuit
Gave me chicken pox when I listen, I be itchin' to cripple your career like a ligament is missin
Dawg I'm on a mission like an intimate position
When I swing it's Knock Out's I ain't gettin' a decision
From here on it's locked ya'll a prisoner to spittin
Can't escape my bars no visitor's permitted
Welcome to Hell where Joell holds a pitch-fork
And you burn in eternal flames for your bitch talk
Dick in my hand I'm pissed off
But I ain't bucklin', 'Everyday I'm Hustlin' - Rick Ross
One day the whole globe will know I'm Clark Kent
Underneath the shades on a Project park bench
Superman when I grip the Mic
The only way I'm slowin down is if I blow a pound of Kryptonite
From now on I'm a bully I'm a pick the fight
Let them pick you up off the ground when I check ya bite
You'll become a little memory, gigabyte
Me and these beats got married, I'm Mr. Right
Little man you spit aight, I'm on fire
You gotta little buzz - Miller Lite
Man there's so many words runnin' round my brain
If I don't put them on a track I would go insane
Maybe that's why everything I say is crazy
And everyday I wake up, with a naked lady
With a V.I.P. band on my right wrist
Pants on the flow, J.D. with a slight sip
Left in the bottle tele-key on the night stand
I go to the bathroom to pee and then I scram
I live the life of a rock-star
They ain't wanna let me through so I became a Cop Car
Put the Sirens on every time I touch a pen
Everybody move like dope - that's a fuckin '10'
My peers know I'm gonna win.
This music's like my first crush, for years I wanted in
I'm here. Oh boy will you taste the wrath
I'm a make it ugly like what's underneath Jason's mask
I listen to alot of mixtapes and laugh
All Ya'll nigga do is whine like Jamaican ass
Every night I celebrate, we take a glass of Champagne to the brain
Sometimes we take a bath
Victory feels far better
Than Defeat, you niggas weak, Solar's Letter
I'm harder than a fonz-lebber
My worst rhyme's 30 times rougher than your hottest bars ever
I could front like a car fender
Cause everything I'm on DJ's pull up like the bar tenders
New York I'm the answer to your prayers
Head Nod music, leave the dancin over there
Project Shit, ain't no Mansion over here
Just Murder on the strings, Charles Manson on the Snare
I'm hungry the game's like a Food Court
I just gave ya'll a loose hundred, Newports.

Chea
Joell Ortiz
Who feel they...
Who feel they better?

Phone (Skit) lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Joell Ortiz (unnamed female)]
What? (Why are you hangin up the phone on me?)
Cause I'm not feelin you no more yo
I knew it was like this, I knew you was playin games
(FUCK! That is not true, hello)
(I don't even hear from you)
WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT ME TO DO? I'm a fuckin rapper
(I don't hear from you)
(And, you gave me a fuckin snotty attitude the other day)
(So what the hell I'm supposed to, think?)
You fuckin run around shakin your little
You fuckin, round around shakin
your little fuckin ass at these, nightclubs
and then you fuckin call me when you feel like it
I can't go through it yo
(And you wasn't with nobody in the nightclub?)
(Cause you was with a whole bunch of chicks)
I'M A RAPPER!!!!

Call Me (She Said) lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Novel)

[Intro: Novel {Joell Ortiz}]
Call me! {UH!} Call me! {Listen} Call me!
(I said I remember) Call me! {Hey}
(Call me) Call me! Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
(Awww man, ninety five) She had that perfume with the only smell
Hair scrungied up in a pony tail (WOO!)
Gold hoop earrings with her name of 'em
I had the colliseum fronts with the fangs on 'em (WHAT!)
OOOOH! Thinnest waist with the fat ass (DAMN)
Had me all happy to go to math class
Yeah! I had to go for it baby
Sent the letter over circle yes, no or maybe (REMEMBER THAT!)
UH! And she looked back with a cool blush
Showin me the results of a nice toothbrush
Yeah! We rode home on the same school bus
Confident consistant I'm crushin these new Pumas (WOO!)
Yeah! and she told me she from the southside
Told her I'm from Cooper she looked at me with her mouth wide
Like, I got fam out there
I gave her the number now you got a fan out there
Man I really hope this girl...

[Chorus: Novel]
Call me! (Call me) Call me! (Call me) Call me! (Hey, hey, hey)
(I said I remember) Call me! (Call me) Call me!
(Call meeeee!) Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
(Just call me, uh, uh)

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz {Novel}]
Yep! So I'm bumpin my Smif N Wessun
Knock on my room door ma gimme a second (Hold up)
Threw on a t Shirt (Uh huh) Slipped on my Ola's (Uh huh)
Opened the do' she passed me the phone oh my {Myyyyyyyyyyy!}
Huh! So I took me a deep breath yo (Uh huh)
Fingers crossed I answered the phone hello (Hello)
Voice so official, hey Joell what you gettin into?
I said I'm gettin dressed to come get you
She laughed, I said it's saturday a nice flick
She agreed, meet me at The Commodore at like six
Threw on my Jerreau's, dusted off the bows
Zipped the Haley Hanson out the do' good to go
She standin there stretch pants fifty fo' elevens
Yellin hurry up they want me in the crib before eleven
Did the movie thing a little bite to eat (What else?)
The whole night was sweet (What else?) Ended it with a kiss
Somethin light on the cheek and said...

[Chorus: Novel]
Call me! (Uh! Uh!) Call me!
(This is a throwback right here) Call me! (Joell Ortiz)
(I said I remember) Call me!
(When she used to call me) Call me!
(Call meeeee!) Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
(You know what I'm talkin about? HEYYYYYYYYYY!)

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
So it's a little more in the dates now (Uh huh)
Yep! She be in the crib all late now (Ow!)
Ha! We be kickin it then we lay down
Turn the lights off and press play on the H-Town
OOOH! We being fresh like Easter
I made her vibrate like my beeper
Uh huh! My mother said she a keeper
I could see myself tryin Mrs. Ortiz her
Then I bumped into Lisa, tellin me how she missed me (Uh oh)
We up in this party I'm feelin a little tipsy (Damn)
She tried and kiss me, all in my face
One thing led to another we all in the staircase (Hey)
She told Tasha, who told Christy (No)
My phone ring the next day how could you dissed me?
You said you loved me and were always be together
Do me a favor Joell?! (WHAT!)
Don't you EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER!

[Chorus: Novel {Joell Ortiz}]
Call me! (Call meeeeee!) Call me!
(Call me yeah!) Call me! (Uh! Uh! Uh!)
(I said I remember when) Call me!
(You used to call me) Call me!
(Call meeeee yeah!) Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
(I said I remember) Call me!
{And that's how I lost my shorty} (She used to call me) Call me!
{A party and some Vodka} (Call meeeeeeeeeee!)
Call me! {Yo thatwas ninety five man I'm still trippin over that}
(Used to call me) Call me! (Call me!)
{Damn she looked good!} Call me! (Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!)
Call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
{Sometimes I think I hear her call me? Ha ha ha! But it's all good!}

[Outro: Novel (Joell Ortiz)]
I said I remember! You used to call me! (HA HA!)
Callllllllll meeeeeeeee yeahhhhhhhhh! (Yeah!)
Uh! Uh! Uh! Then I remember when, you used to call me, call meeeeeeeeeeeee!
Yeaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Yeah Yeah! UH! UH! HA HA! This is a throwback
Uh! This is a throwback UH! UH! This is a throwback, throwback
UH! UH! UH! Call meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

So Hard lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Anna Yvette)

[Joell] Yaowa

[Chorus One: Anna Yvette (Joell)]
Hard of gettin out of bed each and every day
I got a hook[?] at a job that I really hate
I gotta bring him home a much much better way
I'm never ever gonna give up (never give up)
I can't hear all the negative you got to say
I got my plane and now I'm gonna make a way
Straight to the top where there's a finer way
I did it by myself with no help along the way

[Joell Ortiz]
They want me to quit, so I work so hard
Get off of my dick, homie this my job
I ain't got no time to play no games
Baby it's showtime, they called my name
Don't know about you chump, but I'm gon' win
Go get your whole crew punk, cause I go in
You witnessin greatness, embrace this girl
Don't let me waste this, come taste this girl
I come from the projects, so yes I'm hood
But I ain't gon' smack y'all unless I should
So stay out my way boy and it's all good
I'm doin it playboy, I wish y'all would
Come try to stop me, oh no not now
I'm feelin like Rocky, I won't go down
I'm headed right to the top whether you like it or not
Haters would like me to stop; IT'S SO!

[Chorus One]

[Joell Ortiz]
I'ma never give up, I ain't you, ahh
Like a really good nut, I came too far
Can't settle for less, I'm the best, hands down
Put me to the test, EMS, man down
Y'all think it's a joke, but my ass don't laugh
I came up broke, I ain't have no cash
So I ain't the one for all the nonsense, boi!
Don't have me killin you on my conscious, boi!
I know it get tough, but I will survive
The road is rough, but I got four-wheel drive
I am a hustler, my time is close
You just a (Buster), go find some (Ghosts)
Your face look angry, that makes me proud
So nah don't wait, please just hate me now
I'm just payin my dues and steady makin my moves
I know y'all prayin I lose; IT'S SO!

[Chorus Two: Anna Yvette (Joell)]
It's hard comin from the bottom
So hard, the pressure to the top
But there's no going back now
Don't you quit, don't you give up
Don't you give up! No (never give up)
It's hard comin from the bottom
So hard, the pressure to the top
But there's no going back now
Don't you quit, don't you give up
Don't you give up! No

[Joell Ortiz]
Every day when I wake up, I thank that man
I don't complain, nope! I play my hand
Pray on my downfall, no that won't work
Your flow like a ground ball, man y'all so dirt
I'm so monsterous with this brain
Oh so awesomeness, feel this flame
I'm no narcissist but I'm so fly
I should go on Mars and just tell y'all bye
I'm workin so hard, so with that said
I get right on my job, when I leave this dead
I'm watchin my carbs, but I need this bread
I wanna be large, like my pitbull's head
So I won't let up like constant rain
Fam y'all just suck, constant brain
Homie your flow is too frail for toe-to-toe with Joell
I know you want me to fail; IT'S SO!

[Chorus Two]

Oh! lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Iffy, Large Professor)

[Large Professor]
Yeah! What we talkin 'bout?
Yeah! What we doin here?
Joell, with the Large Pro-L

[Chorus: Iffy]
When you get'cho money, get'cho 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!"

[Joell Ortiz]
Yeah - you niggaz think it's a game
See a smile on my face, Freq' turn me up
Pro - go wild on my bass, these muh'fuckers 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'ma fuck later
Club carpet becomes garbage for the Dutch paper
I see you watchin - whattup hater?!

[Chorus]

[Joell 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 (nope!)
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, 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!

[Chorus]

[Joell Ortiz]
You niggaz can look around, ain't nobody as hot
If you nobody, I stop by and body your block (WHATTUP?!)
If you somebody I turn you to the first nigga; I'm the worst nigga
Call me Mr. Earth, niggaz bodies are dropped
My team really 'bout it homey, 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 9 nigga, headnod shit
Y'all weak; man this is sweet like a eggnog mix
Every word I speak's like a splurge out of the pound
Y'all birds out here TWEETS, like words after a #
Say my name and I'ma put you in your place
No not a song - I'ma come see you and punch you in your face!!
(BLAOW) Bling Brooklyn, cause that's where I've brought up
You ballin, I'm above the rim - don't get caught up

[Chorus]

Checkin For You lyrics - Joell Ortiz

(performed by Sebastian Rios)

[Intro: Sebastian Rios]
You goin about this all wrong, son
Look at you

[Sebastian Rios]
It's Friday night, and you just got paid
But you done spent every dime on this hoe, tryin to get laid
But that's a weak angle (word) that's what the streets made
You a halfway trick nigga? Make me sick nigga
Okay, you in the spot behind that bitch liquor
That's cool, but her friends too? She got like six wit her
You Mr. Big Figure? Man you's a big sucka
It's (Friday) and you spent e'rything like you Chris Tucker
Let's knock the move, think these ladies all on you cause you rockin jewels
and you got a face like some model dude (please)
You beyond a fool (look)
Dawg you spendin all yo' cash, man they got you all gassed like rocket fuel
But you know what? I ain't knockin you
Whores exist, so you might score and shit, not impossible
If that's how you want it, then so be it
But you spendin gwap, so listen pop, I hope you go beat it

[Chorus: Sebastian Rios]
You got a lot of talk, know how to put it down
But when you show yo' face, she don't come around
She ain't checkin for ya (nah)
Listen to me young blood, she ain't checkin for ya - ha ha (ha ha)
You like the way she walk, makes it worthwhile
I'm hearin that's yo' lady, but when I come around
She ain't checkin for ya (nah)
Listen to me young blood, she ain't checkin for ya - ha ha (ha ha)

[Sebastian Rios]
Fresh car wash, you got your rims spinnin?
You all set to pull over and try to get women
You'll only get those that's whip driven
Please, I be big pimpin in wrinkled white tees and ripped linen
I don't need a item for me to pipe 'em
Homie my talk game raw, like the meat that they feed the lion
They can talk about how conceited I am
But I ain't marryin unless she don't want me, offer me a diamond
See, with you? You gotta spend dough
Cause you a square, and yo' game's outdated, you're Nintendo
And that's a damn shame, you borrow your man's Range
to go to the club, and spend your re-up on champagne
Can't be serious, trick, you weak!
You was producin you probably show chicks your beats
Cause you a (what) LAME! (LAME!) Word
You're still spendin gwap on that same bird

[Chorus]

[Sebastian Rios]
What your watch like four? (Uh-huh) Your chain like six?
Spendin and try to score, homeboy that's priceless
But e'rybody can't do it like this
I keep her here with a beer, some of us must buy Cris'
I got that gift, I do not act stiff
She got her nose in the air, I tell her stop that ish
Please, ain't no chick better than Joell
But hey, if you choose to spend cheddar, oh well
What can I say? That's YOUR money
Correction, WAS your money, now that's that hoe's money
I laugh from a distance cause, it's so funny
Look at you hoppin around tryin to chase a snow bunny
You can't catch her cause, she already caught ya
Our eyes didn't have dinner, she done ate off mine for ya
I ain't said a word, she like the way my body talk
I'ma take her to the crib and change her body walk

[Chorus]

[Outro: Sebastian Rios]
Yeah, see that's how you do this here
You ol' jive turkey, but ain't doin it right
You just like the rest of them
You ain't like me
I done seen 'em all, son
Big, small, short and tall

Good Man Is Gone lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[sample of Monk Higgins' "A Good Man is Gone"]
"If he had left here in a natural way
I would feel better when I hear me, say
A good man is gone"

[Joell Ortiz]
In a natural way, then what? Haha
What? Uhh, uhh

A half a G and E&J out in the big park
When it got dark we occasionally let the fifth bark
You was a hustler, I was a rhyme writer
You would serve customers, I would ignite cyphers
We rode around, try and get ass in a white Mazda
'til one day you just disappeared like my father (hey)
'Member you talkin 'bout that out-of-town dough
You was drunk, most of the time I ain't think you'd be out yo
You was drunk, most of the time I ain't think you'd be out yo
Sure did, took your wife and your kid out to P-A
Right around my B-day; guess you had it mapped out
Always knew the crack route
Had them kids in that small town shook rollin dice with your gat out
I visited time to time, I had to check my dude
You had the hoes on a string, they always blessed the crew
A shotgun shell turned my man flesh to stew
Damn Jizz, we miss you

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
A good man is gone {"A good man is gone, gone, gonnnne"}
Gone, a good man is gone {"A good man is gone, gone, gonnnne"}
A good man is gone {"A good man is gone, gone, gonnnne"}
A good man is gone {"A good man is gonnnnne"}
Gone, gone, gone {"A good man is gone"}

[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, I met you at Sue's Rendezvous on a Tuesday
Flex spinnin, I see it like it was today
Block Royal emblem on your Polo tee
Handsome nigga, no homo B, you had that glow though see
I 'member you asked why I'm so low-key
With such a fire mixtape I need a promo V
You introduced me to the family, took it out to Jers'
Studio in the basement when I pronounce the words
Studio in the basement when I pronounce the words
I 'member you goin crazy, "Told you he get his flame on"
Right after that's when you introduced me to Akon
We 'posed to get a track that was nuts like acorns
Years since you gone I'm still gettin my wait on
Anyway, your boy gettin his fame on
Aftermath gang, got my Eminem and my Dre on
Still rep B-R, know I carry the name on
Damn Screw, we miss you

[Chorus w/ minor variations]

[Joell] Uhh!

[Interlude: Joell Ortiz]
This is for anyone who's ever took a loss
In bed, lights out, you just turn and you toss
It wasn't they turn, it wasn't they turn
Listen, we all got somethin to learn

[Joell Ortiz]
Two things is certain, you live then you die
And I'ma do a lot of livin 'fore I get to the sky
'Fore I sit with that guy and repent for my sins
On my knees hands together and I pray to get in
On my knees hands together and I pray to get in
But until then (what) man I'm playin to win
I came in this game po', I'ma say YAY at the end
You ain't super duper nice don't be displayin your pen
I'll expose it, none of your friends'll claim you again (who?)
Joell Ortiz is the name I defend
In the streets, on beats, on every stage I attend
I'm official! God forbid I'll die by that pistol
Say YAOWA, we miss you (word)

[Chorus]

[Interlude]

[Outro: Joell Ortiz]
A good man y'all, a good man is gone
I know you lost somebody
This is for you, and you, yeah
Keep 'em alive y'all, keep 'em alive y'all, keep 'em alive y'all...
Keep 'em alive y'all, keep 'em alive y'all, keep 'em alive y'all...
A good man is gone

Cocaine lyrics - Joell Ortiz

"We gon' make it rock and ROLLS, uh!
Hey! All you gotta do, is yell out one word
And the word is, cocaine
CAN YOU DO THAT?! I'll tell you when..."

[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh.. dear Coke, what's the deal? How you been?
It been a little second since we was gettin it in
Know I kinda abandoned you, but you know what?
This music shit was promisin, look I'm 'bout to blow up
But I'm never huggin the strip in my old Chucks, tryin to get mo' bucks
Dodgin the gold truck, we had it sewn up
You ain't get no cut, still you pumped for me
You was just happy that we both lived comfortably
What up with Dope and them niggaz? They still gettin gwap?
They had the whole block itchin like the chickenpox
Aiyyo Cook, 'member you used to get in the pot?
Come out actin hard, how many pleas did niggaz cop?
Like how how many ways to get money y'all niggaz got?
And I'll be down, I post up faithfully at 6 o'clock
But nah, it's been me and my dudes since day one
We ain't lookin for partners, step up your game son
Sometimes I wonder if you miss me
Man I miss you even though that life is riskier

(Cocaine, hehehe)

[Joell Ortiz]
My dude, when push come to shove
The reason all them police clowns look in glove
when they stop the V, heard you fuckin with Keisha
You let her start fuckin wit'chu? I know, what's a brother to do?
She was always sniffin around since, back in the day
She of age now, she know the mind games you played
I know you got her feenin, runnin back for more
Knowin yo' dirty ass you probably ran up in that raw
So she open (she open) me I'm still datin
This music take all my time and these girls ain't got patience
But fuck these bitches, what up with these snitches? Is niggaz tellin?
Must be a new day, used to lose your toupees for yellin
Glad that I ain't a felon, they never caught you with me
If they only knew that you had grew to a quarter a week
I'da been on the phone up north orderin briefs
Sweat pants and somethin white, socks on the feet
But they didn't, coulda been different
I thought about that while this kite was bein written, listen!

(Cocaine, hehehe)

[Joell Ortiz]
Guess what I'm tryin to say is I'm done
We had fun, not to sound like a jerk but I won
I'm doin things the right way cause you showed me wrong
The people bump our stories when I throw it on a song
I'ma ride this thing out until the motor gone
And when the road get bumpy I'm still holdin on
'Til I'm out the project grass and gotta mow the lawn
The sky is the limit but you know Joe try and go beyond
But God forbid that don't work, I never went soft
I'm back in the hood pickin right up where we left off
This is a heads up, don't count me out dawg
If things don't go right I'm goin left like a southpaw
Back to punchin dudes in their face for tryin mouth off
Servin all the fiends that be tryin to get they couch off
Aiyyo Coke, don't forget about the kid
Might need you one day if I happen to get up out the biz
Never forgot where I came from
Where I first started to scoop my little bit of change from
(Cocaine) That's his name, son

That's his name, nigga

"Hey! All you gotta do, is yell out one word
And the word is, cocaine
CAN YOU DO THAT?! I'll tell you when..."

Incredible lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Barrington Levy, Novel)

[Intro: Barrington Levy]
Ohhhhhhohhhoh-whoa, ohh-whoa
Thank you Jah for everything
Thank you God for everything
Thank you for your blessings
OHH-ohhh-whoa [scatting]
My LORD!

[Joell Ortiz]
The first time I ever saw me all over again
Lizay[?] - I told her that I know it's a him
I remember pickin him up and folded him in
my arms, I stared long, I was soakin it in
I wanted to take him home right then, show him his crib
Put his lil' pajamas on, tuck in his bib
Walk him around his room, he wasn't much of a crier
So he ain't really suck a pacifier
I couldn't wait 'til he stepped out that walker
Even though when he did she crept out to Georgia
Them first couple of years, it was torture
But it ain't about that right now, I forgive her
And she no longer keeps me away from my lil' nigga
I see him e'ry summer and holidays in the winter
I can't believe he 10, wow~!
I thank you for him every second, but let me thank you again now

[Chorus: Barrington Levy (Joell Ortiz)]
Why, what you gave to me is so incredible!
(It's so wonderful Lord)
Why, what you gave to me is so incredible!
(Words can not explain)
Why, what you gave to me is so incredible!
(My two lil' boys)
Why, what you gave to me is so incredible!
(Lizay, Jariq)

[Joell Ortiz]
The second time I ever saw me all over again
Jariq[?] - my oldest got a bro to defend
Chubby as can be, hair fuzzy, he's Jariq
Lil' loudmouth had me jumpin out my sleep
Give him somethin to eat, burp him and lay him down
Watch him doze off, but first he would play around
He's still a clown - he pulls up his pants
Do this funny-ass dance, I swear I be on the ground
I just spoke to him on the horn
He said "Daddy, guess what? I wrote a song!"
I said "Let me hear it," he said "Nope! It's too long"
I said "Oh you wrong," man our bond is so strong
I 'member the eye contact we first made
Now look at him, school bus to first grade
Can't believe he's 7, wow!
Thank you for him every second, got another gift from heaven now

[Chorus]

[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, what you gave to me
The two reasons that I grind faithfully
The two people that make too much not enough
There's not much to discuss, two fingers go up
If it don't benefit them I ain't tryin to chat
My life and sacrifice, man they why I rap
Why I go everywhere and record like I'm wire tapped
Why I'ma hold up a few awards for these fire tracks
Said I wouldn't spoil 'em, that ended mad quick
I get 'em e'rything, cause I ain't have shit
When they smile, whatever I was mad with
gets tucked away like a fade on my ad libs
Glad my grandmoms got to see 'em grow
Argue with my moms cause, she be tryin keep 'em yo
I be havin to take my kids back
Thank you for 'em e'ry day cause when you made them, you did that

[Chorus]

[Joell repeats his sons' names to fade]

[Outro: Novel]
What you gave to me
And you gave to me, you gave
What you gave to me
What you gave to me, so incredible
You gave to me, yeah yeah
What you gave to me, yeahhhh
Ohhh, yeah yeah [fades out]

EP: Farewell Summer (2010)












Murder lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Intro]
Oh yeah, it's him again! {"Joell Ortiz"}
Y'all know the voice

[Chorus: Gangstarr sample]
Always bless you with a new joint, shit you never heard
I need a place to lay low bro, cause this one is murder

[Joell Ortiz]
Check; cool as a fan, fresh as a new leather
The new member in an argument of who's better
The cool cheddar keep it New Yorican
In a hoopty gettin brain from a chain on the Major Deegan
The haters speakin, never mind playa
The block ex-crack dime shaver turned best rhyme sayer
The candy chewer, Laffy Taffy over Life Saver
The orgasm every time, that's what the pipe gave her
The gutter dweller, never nice neighbors
The sour mixin with the Jack Daniel's to give it nice flavor
The back in the days type gamer
The used to hate Super Nintendo nigga that used to like Sega
The clawed his way in the door rapper that's like Vega
Never killed nobody, in that booth he's such a life taker
The every other night somebody else's wife scraper
The nigga makin veterans look like a 9th grader

[Interlude]
You goddamn right I'm that nigga {"Joell Ortiz"}

[Chorus]

[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, the talk of the town, clown when we in the party
Karaoke sing on the low but yo don't tell nobody
The never had nothin, now he doin hella cocky
The haters vomit from the smell of papi
The low caesar with the sharp parts
That might fiend on the scene with sixteens gettin green like a golf cart
The beef lookin at the rest of y'all like Pop-Tarts
Verses got y'all frownin up y'all faces like my mom's farts
The N.Y. repper, don't dare side-stepper
The casual dresser, low whites, light sweater
The bike revver on a summer day
The give the DJ so much heat they don't know which one to play!
The E-1 gunner, used to be up under Trey
Finna drop crack and not look back like a runaway
The have fun every time he in the booth spitter
The take on anybody, old nigga, new nigga

[Interlude]
Y'all think it's a game?
I ain't playin! {"Joell Ortiz"}

[Chorus]

[Joell Ortiz]
Uhh, the truth in the purest form
The frontliner, first nigga to shoot when the war is on
The hop on your beat and cruise like the Autobahn
and force radio to play my version of all the songs
The diddy bopper in the city proper
The walk up in the strip club and throw it up like a shitty vodka
The used to be a butt man turned titty clocker
The hop up in the bed and beat it up kitty boxer
Okay, the occasional kitty licker
Only if her box is the shit, kitty litter
The good swimmer, Caribbean beach feet dipper
The Rican whale size of three Flippers
The flow stronger than the current in the winter in the East River
The poker player, top pan with the mean kicker
The hip-hop light, when it was in its darkest hour
The can't do a song without at least one YAOWA

[Interlude]
This ain't gon' stop brother, heh {"Joell Ortiz"}
{"Statik Selektah!"}

[Chorus]

Battle Cry lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Just Blaze)

How many times I gotta tell y'all I'm second to none.
No magazine's top ten cause I'm negative one.
So I don't pay attention to them dumb folk
Cause I'm a always be in first like the clutch broke
I'm from where the cut-throats cut coke
Cause school ain't cut it, they cut out the puff smoke
And guess what?
That's who I hang with, so when you speak INDUSTRY - I don't know the language
But play the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho
Ya'll gettin' away with murder like the white bronco
Bunch of trash inbetween hooks
Bars too cute to be gettin' all these mean looks
Put the hottest rappers all on one stage together
See who'll hold their arm up like Che Guevera
I rhyme hotter and I say it better
I'm a winter cold war
I'm a product of the Regan Era
Day thinkin till the page inkin'
My 16 free ya'll I'm hip-hop's Abe Lincoln.
Fam I don't know what they thinkin
These niggas got me fucked up like I spent all day drinkin
I'm a boss not a loss yet
You're little lemons in a race with a souped up corvette
I'm so hot I could stand still and pour sweat in the North Pole fully naked with my balls wet
I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets
Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet
I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex
You're bluffin, I play Poker I'm callin all bets
Local boy, when's the last time you all left?
I don't even know where the FUCK I'm goin' on tour next
Last month Canada, before that? Europe
I had Waffles out in Belguim, you ain't had Syrup
Every time I write it's another flight
Another whore with my kids on her underbite
Another "YAOWA!" chant when I touch the Mic
Another Magazine spread, yeah you fuckin right
I'm on my grind like a pair of in-line skates
Get on tracks and go banana's like a Primate
Baboon, Gorilla, Chimpanzee, I'm Wild Ape
King Kong under your skin, I'm bout to Sky-Scrape
But the sky ain't the limit
I could teleport through my mind any minute
Take you to a place where the Lions go "ribbit"
All the frogs "roar" and the fire is frigid
I'm outta this world - don't belong here
What heir'ing the thrown if I taught you from a small chair?
Family, you niggas got it twisted
Flow out of the box, yours chicken and a biscuit
Gave me chicken pox when I listen, I be itchin' to cripple your career like a ligament is missin
Dawg I'm on a mission like an intimate position
When I swing it's Knock Out's I ain't gettin' a decision
From here on it's locked ya'll a prisoner to spittin
Can't escape my bars no visitor's permitted
Welcome to Hell where Joell holds a pitch-fork
And you burn in eternal flames for your bitch talk
Dick in my hand I'm pissed off
But I ain't bucklin', 'Everyday I'm Hustlin' - Rick Ross
One day the whole globe will know I'm Clark Kent
Underneath the shades on a Project park bench
Superman when I grip the Mic
The only way I'm slowin down is if I blow a pound of Kryptonite
From now on I'm a bully I'm a pick the fight
Let them pick you up off the ground when I check ya bite
You'll become a little memory, gigabyte
Me and these beats got married, I'm Mr. Right
Little man you spit aight, I'm on fire
You gotta little buzz - Miller Lite
Man there's so many words runnin' round my brain
If I don't put them on a track I would go insane
Maybe that's why everything I say is crazy
And everyday I wake up, with a naked lady
With a V.I.P. band on my right wrist
Pants on the flow, J.D. with a slight sip
Left in the bottle tele-key on the night stand
I go to the bathroom to pee and then I scram
I live the life of a rock-star
They ain't wanna let me through so I became a Cop Car
Put the Sirens on every time I touch a pen
Everybody move like dope - that's a fuckin '10'
My peers know I'm gonna win.
This music's like my first crush, for years I wanted in
I'm here. Oh boy will you taste the wrath
I'm a make it ugly like what's underneath Jason's mask
I listen to alot of mixtapes and laugh
All Ya'll nigga do is whine like Jamaican ass
Every night I celebrate, we take a glass of Champagne to the brain
Sometimes we take a bath
Victory feels far better
Than Defeat, you niggas weak, Solar's Letter
I'm harder than a fonz-lebber
My worst rhyme's 30 times rougher than your hottest bars ever
I could front like a car fender
Cause everything I'm on DJ's pull up like the bar tenders
New York I'm the answer to your prayers
Head Nod music, leave the dancin over there
Project Shit, ain't no Mansion over here
Just Murder on the strings, Charles Manson on the Snare
I'm hungry the game's like a Food Court
I just gave ya'll a loose hundred, Newports.

Chea
Joell Ortiz
Who feel they...
Who feel they better?

Sing Like Bilal (Remix) lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Sheek Louch)

[Intro: Sample Of Lil' Fame]
Sing Like Bilal!

[Joell Ortiz (Sheek Louch) <DJ Premier scratching> {Sample Of Lil' Fame}]
Uh! Uh! Street mix! Y-Y-Y (Aiyyo yo Joell Ortiz whattup family!) YAOOOWWWWW!
<Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-You love my style this is not what you used to>
(D-BLOCK) {Sing-Sing like Bilal!}

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Uh! I'm the boy that got the block in a squeeze
Ortiz my name hot like I shoot at the D's
Twelve twelve flow I'm what they rock in the P's
Cheese I'm on a roll like pastrami and cheese
It adds up why I'm a gift to this breed
I'm a addict even when my adlibs mean
Every radio station should add this Preem
Plus add my address and you have sixteen (WOO)
Seven One Eight I'm reppin the state
Of the Eighty Six Mets and the consecutive Yanks
Sixty Nine Jets and the catch on the face
That put the undefeated Bill Bellicheck in his place (Get outta here!)
It's so safe when you nice with the ink
All my beef come with french fries and a drink
Nobody want it can you blame 'em though?
When you see me scream W-A after the Y-A-O
YAOWA!

[Chorus: DJ Premier scratching (Sheek Louch) {Sample Of Lil' Fame}]
You love my style this is not what you used to (Yeah!)
You-you-you-you love-love-l-l-love my style
Sing-Sing like Bilal!

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Waddup, yo I gotchu!
Yo, waddup Joell-ah, Donnie wavy like a cell-ar
I heard a lotta rappers, but none of them are realer than me
Who's he? Donnie G.
Still popu-lar, rooftop one binocul-ar
Watchin over my state, 45 featherweight
Watchin over my plate, Audemar and the fast cars causin men hate
Who's the hottest now? That's an easy debate
Either way like 6 o'clock, Donnie's straight
I can easily go back to that Mary and Kate
White girl and be outside, very late
Nope! - I got a mill-ion of stash
Got a dream that Barack told me to take it out in cash
Bake's about to crash, shades on my eyes
'Cause I mixed it up with hash, hah yeah!
Witness greatness, take a flick
I run New York and it's not on a heating stick
Ha ha! NEW YORK KNICKS, BITCH!

[Chorus: DJ Premier scratching]
You-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-You love my style
Y-Y-You-lo-lo-love-m-my-my-st-sty-style-ca-cause-I'm-n-not what you used to

So Wrong lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Talib Kweli, Brother Ali & Jean Grae)

[Talib Kweli:]
Cutting niggas down like the Amazon, for posin like the cameras on ambush it with Joell Ortiz getting my Spanish on, Yo tengo ambre we eating money it's Nathan a freak in these congregations speaking the conversation with people who facing Satan I bring em the word of God, my observation's disturbing my words'll murder your squad. I pull the trigger with my tongue grab your Bible like Brigham Young spit fire my brain is a bigger gun I'm from Brooklyn where I'm from we call a nigga son, it's cause we shinin through the night break out the flashlight you must be on a short flight cause you pack light behave man I beat up cavemen with stalagmites get up and fight you too tired for another round they say I'm worshiping the devil cause I run this town now let me run it down and raise the stakes like a porterhouse with one fourth of the Slaughterhouse

[Joell Ortiz:]
The most exquisite, so gifted more like a wizard, I spit it a frigid blizzard of lyrics, what I exhibit'll finish you lil midgets, in minutes you'll all diminish for mimicking my image I'm the sickest nigga forget it, you'll never be near as clever or better every letter will sever your metal or medulla whatever you fellas are feathers don't measure up well with a heavy medicine pedaler incredible Pelle leather rocking Hip Hop Federer serving em every word got a purpose murderous verses emerging beneath the surface like volcanoes I burn every person on Earth should be nervous become servants and worship the permanently perfect version of merciless Copernicus I was sent from the stars an astronomer found my bars a kilometer off of Mars near Andromeda a phenomena no common thermometer's able to monitor my temperature the pressure'll crush your barometer

[Brother Ali]

[Jean Grae]

Farewell Summer lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Joell Ortiz]
Yaowa!
Lot been goin on these past three months
If you don't mind, I'd like to share it with you

Let's see, summer of oh-ten
Well right before it kicked off I lost a really close friend
Last time we kicked it was at a show in Coney Island
Fucked with some bitches, I swear I miss my homie whylin
That was bad enough news, like I needed to hear more
Mr. Marshall Mathers is interested in us four
"Us four" being Crooked I, Joe Budden
Royce and myself, but I swear it's always somethin
When the talks got real, E-1 started frontin
Tryin to cockblock but we handled that, it's nothin
Listen close, hear it from the horse's mouth, it's crazy
The deal ain't finalized but yeah, Slaughterhouse and Shady
Shows been gettin better, Highline was retarded
When Fat Joe came out New York City went bonkers
Styles P came out and put it down for all of Yonkers
Even Sean Paul ripped it after twistin up the ganja
Closed the show with Jim Jones, you know "Nissan, Honda,
Chevy" had the fans Andretti, that's a monster
Wish I coulda spit that on the stage at Summer Jam
Can't complain though, that verse helped me scoop a couple grand
Aside from the music, yeah, copped a new apartment
Two bedroom joint, nothin fancy, lil' carpet
Marble in the kitchen, cool walk-in closet
A paintin here and there, somethin simple for an artist
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
Well then feel sorry for me cause I had more than one
Like E-1 and Slaughterhouse single, I lost +The One+
Before the us and Pharoahe Monch Canada tour was done
I argue with her like, "Bein insecure is dumb
The only thing that I could get from all these whores is cum"
We did the Skype thing in my bunk on late nights
Always started cool but ended in the same fight
Why I ain't pickin up the phone once again
It only takes a second to reply to BBM
Baby I don't know what to say
Maybe it was the 20-hour drive from Montréal to Thunder Bay
Maybe my phone died, maybe I'm sound checkin
Maybe I'm on stage goin in for the crowd sweatin
Either way it's over, you failed to understand
You was dealin with a star, not your average brother man
On another note, I got to kick it with my sons
Up in Dave & Buster's winnin tickets, it was fun
Did Rockaway Beach, played some frisbee in the sun
At summer camp they had a Track and Field Olympics and they won
I took it down to Miami on the 4th
Wobbled out a mansion and did cameo of course
Shit I brought to the telly looked like panties on a horse
Freak brain, this bitch said "Nigga, ram me 'til I cough!"
I gotta call the bitch but yeah, Flex see that I'm focused
Droppin bombs like I did to get rid of the roaches
Feels good bein Puerto Rican from the pro-jects
And countries overseas havin a ball like my cojones
This summer I did well settin up for oh-eleven
Comin up on a year my granny said hello to Heaven
My moms still goin through it, e'ry now and then she cries
I'm tryin to bring a different set of tears into her eyes
"Free Agent" is FIRE! The world gon' see it's tough
I'ma drop the "Yaowa" mixtape with Green to heat it up
Shout to ICU, the documentary is nuts
Some people on there gone, a lot of memories, but yup
Gotta keep it pushin though the ride gets bumpy
I'ma keep whippin until I get money
Hate to be so blunt, but I came up extra poor
Borrowed from next door, couldn't get ketchup from the store
The butt of all the jokes cause of the rejects that I wore
Matching perfectly with all the V-necks that I tore
But nope, not no more, my feet keep the sickest kicks
Still doin V-necks but nowadays my shit is crisp
I'm comin for the title boys, hope you niggaz rhyme
I'm treatin this like high school, "A" game every time
Let you niggaz party, go on vaca', I'ma grind
'Til e'ry verse I kick is like Pele in his prime
Y'all don't want a war, be screamin mayday with a nine
Your thought caliber's no MATCH for this AK in my mind
Don't get clapped, like sex with a dirty slut
When I'm done with rap, they gon' hang your boy jersey up
Cause I done been an all-star on all bars
My dad left, and the apple never falls far
So I'm gone like a sports car
Anyone who think they better is just +Wild+, Draw Four card
I did this by myself, no help brother
No more sag, I'm comin for that belt fuckers
Said my prayers, and God called Joell's number
So stay tuned in the Fall, "Farewell Summer"

mixtape: Covers The Classics (2009)












Primo Tribute lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Joell Ortiz:]
Hey Premier, this thing right here's for you
For so many years, you gave niggas' ears the flu
With them sick-ass drums and them nasty loops
The one and only, had 'em stepping in they khaki suits
It's unbelievable, emcees act like they don't know
So I'm gonna take 'em down memory lane - I got you, yo
Salute my nigga; he's a downtown swinga
Gave us blood, sweat, and tears 'cause he seen the big picture
And me, I'm on the come up, so when I be on the mic
Shit is real, my friend - I go hard like that white
Bring it on, handle your business
None of y'all better come get me
I'm a rap phenomenon, Pele lover
Yay fit, brain sits in a New York state of mind
I'm so ghetto; when this was dying, who played the front line with hip hop?
A million and one questions bloom
Who the fuck is Joell Ortiz? Then I looked up, then boom!
I'm mister fresh air, the savior, the golden child
The new crack with the soul of the oldest vial
What you think I got this movement in motion for?
I'm hot, like sand furthest from the ocean shore
You can search long and hard - ain't no vocal flaws
Every one of my punchlines give you a broken jaw
Well, I hold it more; I'm supposed to score
And you're supposed to sit on the bench like your toes is sore
I'm a product of the stuff that I was raised around
Rapped over this 'cause it's my project's favorite sound
Boom! At night, they have fun with the lead
Same shots that woke me probably put someone to bed
I'm a come clean - it's sad, probably something was said
Just to get a rep, and now another brother is dead
This shit is wack to me, another tragedy
Trying to be the star of a gang like Waxmaster C

Act Like They Don't Know lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Joell Ortiz:]
Boom, boom, boom, boom - guess who stepped in the room
It's sixth day of July and eighty out of the womb
When they ask ya who the best I would assume
Y'all would say me, I don't walk in this booth without a spoon
Anyone who make a mistake could be replaced
And get ate like the light when you jet from Jake
I come up with that shit you would never create
Y'all paying DJs to host your very edible tape
I'm a Great White, y'all looking like incredible bait
And I'm really trying my best to hold my head and just wait
For my turn, but how much can a gentleman take?
Before he flips and just spits a little phlegm in your face
Errrday I'm in the gym, got my regiments straight
Put on the gloves and I'll give y'all some leather to taste
Kick your ass, but for now I'm a kick this verse
Cause I'm an emcee like homeboy that ripped this first, c'mon

High Roller lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Joell Ortiz:]
I'm talking to you!
Don't look to your left and right
Yeah, you
Oh now you shook, tryna get low
You scared

Come out, come out, wherever you are
Don't hide now, I see you at the end of the bar
Looking all pretty, got your friends around
Got your hands on some gwap, now you sending rounds
Can't nobody tell you nothing cause you know you hot
And you say they hating when they say "No you not"
Cause they mad how you be looking in them clothes you rock
Or they don't like how you walk in and others hoes just clock
But if you ask me, you're a bit conceded
You shouldn't be in that magazine, you should read it
And learn a little something from someone that really matters
I laugh at y'all so hard I got to pee, it hurts my bladder
You're hot now, but blink, abracadabra
You disappear from everyone's mind like "Who that was?"
So make investments with that little change you gather
Cause in a second there'll be no more room for you HOE RAPPERS!

Yes, you
Yeah, I'm talking to you
Looking all around and tryna dip and get low
I'm talking to you pal, jerk

4,3,2,1 lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Joell Ortiz:]
On a scale of one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Eight, nine, ten, motherfucker I'm in eleven
I served twelve twelves amongst thirteen buildings
But fourteen grams, oh man I made a killing
On the fifteenth the welfare check dropped
So it popped like the sixteens sitting in my Glock
Seventeen years old with the coliseum fronts
In the back way with like eighteen blunts
It was nineteen, I forgot the year but it was on
Cause dimes went out of style and the twenties came along
Twenty-one dollar E&Js with my crew
Cracks in my ass and the grands are twenty-two
Twenty-three on my jersey, Nikes on my feet
On the twenty-fourth bus tryna write to a beat
Locked the game like twenty-five to life at twenty-six
Twenty-seven gave you +The Brick+, at twenty-eight I give you this nigga

Simple mathematics y'all

Recognize lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Joell Ortiz:]
One plus one ain't always two
It's one me, one music we want and it's wonderful
That's why I still get upset when y'all wonder who
Is the best, I'm in the flesh, mic check, one, two
I said "Is this thing working? Do y'all not hear me?"
Like err website keep they dot-com near me
I'm on the playlist in these kid's iPods
Fuck execs, all their interns think I'm hard
I don't go up to radio to talk
So lose the questions, bring up a beat and I'll freak New York
Make you wanna go to the roof and clamp the heat you bought
Cause you be pumped like the feet on the skeets I tossed
They say "Me, I'm more", I say "Me, not yours
But me like your culo so me want more"
And they know the routine, we ain't gotta rehearse
And shorty give me back shots like I shot at her first

The Brick: Bodega Chronicles (2007)












125 Part 1 (The Bio) lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Intro:]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the most feared up and coming emcee of them all

[Verse:]
Joell ortiz what they call you crazy
that kid has been nothing but short of awesome lately
His mixtape recieved 4 stars in the u.k
Toured s.o.b's down several tuesdays
Valet it up on hot 9 with kay slay
He on nba live 05
Cuz ea sponsored the rap battle last year that he won
A flight from l.a headed back to where he from
6 Hours so he copped a little somethin to read son
Source mag page 66 was a regun
He got unsigned hype the reckonightion had begun
Very next monday was double x l's chairmans choice
Recently the p.r prray got to hear his voice
Now he back in xxl this time show and prove
Cuz he writtin hit records and his shows improved
He's the dude you need to worrie about
3 More mixtapes done he fin to put those out
Thats how he laugh at doubt
If i was you i would clear his path
Cuz everything about him says you really wanna feel his wrath
He turned down 3 deals this last month
Labels playing tug a war with his name he who they want
He signin over there "Nope" He signin over here "Nope"
The both of ya'll wrong he grindin over there
In a city near you tryin to strengthen his fan base
Layin down cuts like a band-aid
He know how many dudes this man paid the list is endless
He carry big crates just to get into the club
And when he got into the club he gave out his mixtape
His work ethic is great his drives like t-mac
You let him go share a poster RELAX
He's back give him room to breathe
All those that hated will all soon believe
All those who made it will all soon just leave
Once the fans get a whif of mister ortiz
He spits raw please dont confuse him with these other cats
He's a full workout they 3 jumping jacks
Front to back he's an obstacle to overcome
I mean you know nothings impossible but dont be dumb
He grew up in cooper projects so you know he's slum
The only child homie wild he the only one i ever heard nick named the peoples champ
Under-dog all his life earned his stripes doin things he aint like
Like igniting the fifth all night huggin the strip servin a pregnant bitch hard white
He happy his mom's never sucked a glass pipe
She use to sniff gettin her off that shit was a fight
Why the fuck you think homeboy go hard when he writes
Tryin to make his future bright cuz his past got him tight
His cash might be lite pockets empty kid
But same time next year its mtv cribs
His put his life on it twice on it
To make sure he cant ask ? His crib must gon' have a nice price on it
Chandaliers with the ice on it, Persian rugs with no mice on it
Huge tv screens with classics episodes of miami vice on it
Indoor pool and the floor got a mic on it
Plaques all over the wall with his name engraved nice on it
Man listen his ambition gonna have the game locked like the box in san quentin
Fin to win his race cuz he ran different
In through the no's out through the mouth
Not worryin bout his competition radio clout
Look straight same pace let them nigga's be out
They true colors gonna show later on when they breathin all heavy and they legs is worn
Duke gone from havin an ill buzz in the streets
To yo dont nobody give a fuck when he speak
I know it could happen in a couple of weeks
Lifes a bitch aint it?
But me i love every picture that this kid painted
He's the difference between artists and rappers
Artists draw hits rappers take flicks
Other rappers trey sick man these nigga's aint shit
Everythings basic they should claim the same clique
Thats why everything he give hip hop game sick
Like the syringe in the vein of an aids patient
C'aint spit on this b.k bemis take that
The kid is go sign by the dudes who made rap
Face facts g-rap told mike he got a problem on his hands
Mike is joe's a & r just so y'all understand
Krs responded with one word "damn"
The cyphers complete once he shake rakim hand
He a one man movement
General coronel seargent major private and them youngin's on the front lines shootin
Gun high troopin through this war with his music
And he aint gonna stop till he drop get use to it
He speak english fluent his spanish pequeno
So doin regeaton a slight problemo plus he sound moreno
They aint know he was spanish till he transformed so quick and got his goverment established
but none of this matters if you nice you nice
You could be ethiopian rhymin for rice
You could be hatian tryin to rhyme for your rights
You could be south african writtin rhymes for ice
You could be cuban rhymin to cop you a nice little boulder to make it to us coast over night
It is what it is in this buiss you live
When you die thats when your records sales sky high
He tryin to rep while he alive his heart still beatin
Brain still sumbin his nerves still tweakin
Stomach still growlin cuz what he's eatin
Aint enough bring the twelve gauge out its duck season
give him one reason your carreer is gone
Say his name on a song he'll put yours on a tombstone
Not a pizza either im talkin everybody blacked down cryin to the wrods of a speakin preacher
He's a deep believer and what goes around comes around and whats comin around is dope
And what went around is his name and the strength of his flow
His ill show his radio apperances and more
Some things is maybe's and some things for sure
Some niggas is crazy and some nigga's m.o
some nigga's is lazy and some nigga's just wont stop workin till they get what they deserve ya know
That nigga is joe e double l o r tiz pa' please you one match in the snow
He's like a crib on the sun sittin next to the fireplace with the heat on a million and one
This young man is hot he'll sun tan your block
He gon' keep firing your gun jam alot
Heat rise expect to see this man on the top

[Outro:]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the most feared up and coming emcee of them all
Joell ortiz what they call you crazy
that kid has been nothing but short of awesome lately

Brooklyn (Remix) lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Cashmere, Maino, Solomon, Big Daddy Kane)

[Joell Ortiz (Solomon):]
7-1-8, yeah (Brooklyn!)
That's the borough that be havin dudes tuck in they jewels and all that
Word? (Brooklyn!)
Top model, y'all make it (Brooklyn!)
We'll take it, c'mon Brooklyn (Brooklyn!)

Ortiz, my whole aura is (Brooklyn!)
If I could do it over again I'll be from (Brooklyn!)
Dudes don't do it like dudes do it in (Brooklyn!)
D sets, A-team, y'all remember (Brooklyn!)
Shorties be really ridin to me, they see the (Brooklyn!)
Swagger, lights, cameras, action go (Brooklyn!)
Bandannas, gangbangers flagged up in (Brooklyn!)
Banana clips hang from mad guns in (Brooklyn!)
Yo' gutta is gutta but yo' gotta ain't (Brooklyn!)
Yo' hood is hood but yo' hood ain't (Brooklyn!)
Yo' slum is slum but yo' slum ain't (Brooklyn!)
My block is real cause my block's in (Brooklyn!)
My glock'll peel your top back in (Brooklyn!)
My pops had pills so my pops is (Brooklyn!)
Every street {what} avenue, boulevard in (Brooklyn!)
Mi gente, y'all know I rep this hard in (Brooklyn!)

[Cashmere (Solomon):]
Uhhh, yeah
Cashmere, y'all know that I'm from (Brooklyn!)
Sutter Ave., Linden Plaza, that's (Brooklyn!)
Cypress Hill's, P.H.'s (Brooklyn!)
Whatever niggaz make, we take, that's (Brooklyn!)
You niggaz know we keep it live in (Brooklyn!)
Snatchin niggaz chains since '85, that's (Brooklyn!)
King do tut, they made a name in (Brooklyn!)
Big Jay-Z, them kings reign in (Brooklyn!)
Lil' Kim, Foxy got they fame from (Brooklyn!)
Niggaz gettin robbed in The Tunnel, gotta be (Brooklyn!)
Shots fired after the club done, that's (Brooklyn!)
Upstate Fed time full of niggaz from (Brooklyn!)
Juniors, Albee Square Mall, that's (Brooklyn!)
Timberland, Champion hoodies, now that's (Brooklyn!)
Had niggaz skatin out Empire in (Brooklyn!)
Dollar signs, J. Ortiz, now that's (Brooklyn!)

[Maino (Solomon):]
Yo, it's my hood, it's only one king from (Brooklyn!)
Maino baby, my name ring in (Brooklyn!)
You could get your jewelry took dawg in (Brooklyn!)
Ask Steph, we still got your chain in (Brooklyn!)
It's a few dudes can't come back to (Brooklyn!)
Heard Lil' Cease did some rattin in (Brooklyn!)
No stringin gates [?], I brought it back to (Brooklyn!)
Run up on dudes with the mac in (Brooklyn!)
We got crack and dope spots in (Brooklyn!)
Come through, post on your block in (Brooklyn!)
Don't act like we don't pop in (Brooklyn!)
You'll get done like [gun cocks] (Brooklyn!)
Hustle Hard, I started a gang in (Brooklyn!)
Bring Mya through, let her hang in (Brooklyn!)
Them dirty money niggaz think they claimin (Brooklyn!)
But them niggaz is a bunch of lames from (Brooklyn!)

[Big Daddy Kane (Solomon):]
Uh-huh, and y'all know the livest was yet be from (Brooklyn!)
But best believe ya status, the vet be from (Brooklyn!)
Them cats that be movin the weight be from (Brooklyn!)
The kid shootin hoops in the crate be from (Brooklyn!)
Boost the bitches that ain't fuckin is (Brooklyn!)
Them niggaz to call to chain tuckin is (Brooklyn!)
The cools that'll chase your ride, now that's (Brooklyn!)
Young chicks that braid too tight, now that's (Brooklyn!)
You hear places that get busy in (Brooklyn!)
Staircases stay pissy in (Brooklyn!)
The projects with a loft get sparked kid in (Brooklyn!)
Prospect to talkers, park kid (Brooklyn!)
The streets where the grimiest pop kid (Brooklyn!)
Chicken wings from the Chinese spot, shit (Brooklyn!)
With big drinkin Kane in the front (Brooklyn!)
And out-of-town niggaz claimin they from (Brooklyn!)

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