The Word lyrics - Joell Ortiz
The fifteen year old, sixteen year old kid that cyphered on the block wants to battle
That guy in me wants to battle
The recording artist wants to stay out of that ring
I've always rapped with my back against the wall because I've wanted to knock down that invisible wall of "He's nice for a Puerto Rican"
I love it, I love it I'm proud to be, you know, what I am
But like when it comes to like this music thing like I think like since it's something just for the ears like I don't think people should look at it with their eyes
When it's all said and done and they bring up Joell Ortiz I want them to be like "Son was nice"
Human (Intro) lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Oh, the game
Oh, the game
Oh, the game
Oh, the game
We all come from something, me, Joe, Royce and CROOKED. I miss talking about what I come from, you know what I'm sayin'? Like I'm a quarter of the best rap group, in my opinion, ever assembled, but I'm 100% of Joell, and I wanna tell that story some more
New Era lyrics - Joell Ortiz
7 and a half Yank New Era
Spank whoever feel like their knuckle game do better
Bitches try to bag me, I never chase pussy
And we could never be family, I don't relate, pussy
I still hop off trains then hop on planes, yeah every single state book me
Word to my chain, a nigga ain't book me
Learn the name, rookie
Ayo, I think my new AK's JO
Everything I rhyme cook yayo
I grew up on the opposite side, I'm not you
My niggas brought them choppers outside for Fox News
Knock on the door, Rasta's inside, the pot move
Roll up an L of chocolate Thai and [?]
Me and [?] play Monopoly, my property gone
I lost him before I knew how to properly mourn
I do my rappin' nowadays in apology form
Like I'm sorry, that shit that you're rockin', that's not what we're on
[Hook:]
7 and a half Yank New Era
It's real underneath this 7 and a half Yank New Era
7 and a half Yank New Era
It's all real underneath this 7 and a half Yank New Era
Mama ain't ever raise no fool or no sucka
Escape from who? You've never been a threat
You pillow talk with birds and hover over green like vinaigrette
Suck another nigga's dick to get a check
I check in hotels, kick off my checks and have disrespectful sex
That whip breakin' your neck, I coulda bought it, I don't want it
And just cause son got it don't mean that he could afford it
Lot of smoke and mirrors, feel like I'm walkin' all through a haunted house
First nigga jump out, I'ma drop him, y'all can record it
I stay camera ready, cause I don't change for the cameras, ready?
Now watch me go pro on these amateurs
Hand steady, I race against Andretti
And 9.6 volt remote control cars with old Eveready
I'm too mothafuckin' grown, y'all too mothafuckin' petty
Y'all worried 'bout Barneys, I'm upstairs fuckin' Betty
Think I lie through raps? Get smacked, boy I combine two hats
The nigga under this fitted'll snap
[Hook:]
7 and a half Yank New Era
It's real underneath this 7 and a half Yank New Era
7 and a half Yank New Era
It's all real underneath this 7 and a half Yank New Era
I Just Might lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Man, fuck around and I just might
I just might go up to the Heights on my new bike, painted Spyder white
Pull up on your bitch, an indictment like
Helmet half off and get some helmet later on inspired by the pipes
Or I just might, hit a spot on Steinway like, see the vibe is like
Tell 'em bring a few bottles over but don't provide the light
Get the aluminum pole and fire right
And smoke [?] hookah the entire night
I just might fill my truck up with some lady friends
Front on the hood like the Mercedes Benz sign
You ain't ever seen this kind, they all Canadians
That'll hop out this whip with big apples like the state we in
Nigga I just might say fuck and slide up to Harlem and check my nigga PO
Post up right on his corner and light a cigarillo
It's a million fish in the sea up there, I chase mine while sippin' the Nemo
[Hook:]
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend
Wait, wait up
I just might do a business deal in my slippers
Be 30 minutes late and then show up with a stripper
Pay the whole check in cash and tell the owner he should tip her
I'm grown, call me Mr
I just might rock this mean hat that I bought
Throw on some clean basketball shorts
Hit a Nets game, give Jay Z dap at halfcourt
Then slide to 40/40 for a shot of Jack and take off
Or I just might make my jeweler make a piece at 4 in the morn'
Tell him meet me outside the club and throw the shit on
Have it swingin' in the afty, swing on you if you tap me
Bloody your khakis
I just might do what I fuckin' like
Fuck shorty cause her and my ex look fuckin' alike
And do shit in the bed that my ex wouldn't like
And fly my ex in on the next fuckin' flight, fuckin' right
[Hook:]
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend
Wait, wait up
Wait, wait up
Wait, wait up
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend
Wait, wait up
I just wanna, I just wanna pull up in a Benz
Fuck around with shorty, tell her she can bring a friend
Got a couple thousand layin' 'round that I can spend
Wait, wait up
My Niggas lyrics - Joell Ortiz
I ain't tryna shit on y'all niggas
I don't want y'all to feel a way
I'm just livin', my niggas
Tryna make today a better day
How can you not feel that, my nigga?
I grew up in the 'jects around killers
MAC-11s, TECs and 9 millis
Welfare checks and wild dealers
I'm just happy I made it out the slums, my nigga
We scrambled over crumbs, my nigga
Tried to get fly, to avoid bein' bums, my nigga
It's rough where I'm from, my nigga
Back block fakin', crack pot shakin'
Welcome to the hood, my niggas
It's never all good, my niggas
They thought I'd be in jail
They thought that I'd get high
They thought that I would die, my niggas
I looked inside my grandmother's eyes
Promised her I would try, my niggas
[Hook:]
Y'all hatin', I'm like, "Why, my niggas?"
I was like you, barely gettin' by, my niggas
Barely gettin' by, my niggas
Ridin' in the hoop, doin' like 5, my niggas
Tryna duck the 5, my niggas
Out there on the grind, take a 9 for a dime
Just tryna get mine, my nigga
Lookin' back, I was out my mind
How the fuck did I find time to try to write rhymes, my nigga?
Crab niggas try to grab you down
Know how hard it is to climb, my nigga?
Let a nigga shine, my nigga
I'm finna cop the coupe and I'm rippin' off the roof
Whenever the sun shine, my nigga
My nigga, we talkin' 'bout me
Before the record deals, dealin', tryin' not to get a record
Boy we got it crackin' on that hill
Niggas cracked but I ain't squeal
I've always been real, for the record
Damn right I made it, you niggas gon' take it how you take it
But no if/ands, all the bitches are butt naked
You sittin' there hatin'
I'm standin' here shakin' the dice, we out Vegas
[Hook:]
You mad, I'm like, "Why, my niggas?"
I was like you, barely gettin' by, my niggas
Barely gettin' by, my niggas
Ridin' in the hoop, doin' like 5, my niggas
Tryna duck the 5, my niggas
New niggas try to give me dap, but I just duck the 5, my niggas
When I was just startin', they was just watchin'
Friendship, I can't justify, my niggas
It's just us, yup, just me and my niggas
Cups up, fucked up, we some wild niggas
Y'all niggas is lame, it's a shame
You change the way you look at things
The things you look at'll start to change
[Hook:]
You blamin' me? Why, my niggas?
You mad, I'm like, "Why, my niggas?"
I was like you, barely gettin' by, my niggas
Barely gettin' by, my niggas
Ridin' in the hoop, doin' like 5, my niggas
Tryna duck the 5, my niggas
Tryna duck the 5, duck niggas
Six Fo' lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Put this mothafucka in neutral and let it roll
This sounds best in the car
Vocal calisthenics, let me flex on the bars
Ain't even gotta try to tell everybody bye
You could pull up any verse and never dip on the high
Why am I still considered the head honcho?
Fire flows turn all them designer clothes into red ponchos
Paragraphs disperse lead pronto
Bring you to your knees slow like Tebow watchin' the Jets-Broncos
Look at what my thoughts bring
These up and comers like the first day of summer, they my offspring
Feels like an undercover boss thing
Oh my godly pace forces me to hardly race, I'm New York's king
These words runnin' 'round in my head
I slow 'em down and connect 'em underground 'til y'all dead
They said if you rap too good, you'll never make a profit
Tell that to these bank tellers when I make deposits
Tell that to the flight attendant when the plane departin'
And tell your bitch get off my dick like Lorena Bobbitt
This ain't no movie that I play a part in
It's real life and I'm nice in the punch-you-in-the-face department
Writin' hand too strong, you gotta break your arm and
To try to be in conversations that my name's involved in
I'm best of friends with Eminem, Dr. Dre and all them
Gang members, Yelawolf, Paul, Tracy and all them
I would play the park bench with a crazy Walkman
Listenin' straight, no rewind button
Flip the tape, fast forward just to rewind somethin'
Fast forward, I'm flippin' tapes, look at me, I'm frontin'
They said I'd never make it
Rikers Island just knew they'd be makin' bed arrangements
One of them bullets just knew they would hit my chest and cave it
I'm wanted, better face it
I'm Dufresne, I've been through a lot of shit, but better I 'scaped it
I'm from a world full of run-up-in-your-spot robbers
No carpentry class kinda ox carvers
On the block with a Glock and rock joggers
And nobody saw nothin', you got shot for bein' a blogger
Look what all these hard bars did for me
Nice guys finish last, I gotta disagree
This spittin' spree keeps me at the dealership
Like I fuck nothin' but virgins, every year I'm in a different V
While these rappers got a kick out of mimicry
My raps felt like blackbelts in the 6th degree
I roundhouse anyone who tryna trade rounds
With the House and house rounds in any battle, nigga, this is me
I get it poppin', it's the Papi Chulo
Pop into this spot, pop bottles then pop out with your mami culo
Just fucked a pop star but promised to never let you know
I'm tellin' you though, she look like she on Telemundo
I don't care if she faked it all day
Right after I nut, I said I came a long way
From coppin' new Js in Dr. Jays on Broadway
To stylists at the Grammys, watchin' plays on Broadway
To the private invite from playwrights, guess I played it right
Is y'all Mayweather or Mike, is you gon' take the fight?
I'm just tryna get in shape to hit the weigh in like
Skip this press conference, less nonsense, nigga say goodnight
I took an oath to never let my fans down
First rapper to man up'll be a man down
Skinny, chubby, fat, 5'6" tall
Line 'em up, I got a coffin that's one-size-fits-all
This pen is what kept me out the pens, but how you act depends
If a life sentence pens for pennin' your end
My wrist swings like a pendulum for perfect penmanship
Been there, oh my empire's dependent again
Light A L lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Man y'all niggas don't know me, let me finish my water
So much more to me, I feel like I oughta
Tell you all about the minority from the corner
Just tryna make some money to feed my daughter
Well in my case, two sons, in the hood with loose crumbs
And niggas that should be hooked on phonics
Hooked to new guns, even the police shoots them
This where the Puerto Rican member of that group from
Half gallons of cognac, on the train car packed
Headed up to the Deuce to bring some broads back
Poof, get into somethin', where my hawk at?
Ooh this finna get disgusting
Man all you fake hood niggas, boy y'all ain't missin' nothin'
We bring gun barrels to fights
I miss my cousin, they did him like Harold at the light
But we rode down on that nigga like Cam'Ron on that bike
Tryna get paid in full, my trays was full
A half moon made my fade look cool, a younger Yaowa
Sunflower seeds, house keys in the Eddie Bauer
Hood top to bottom, pass the bottle around
Everybody tap the bottom, take out my tops and bottoms
[Hook:]
Light a L in the staircase and start a cypher
Freestylin' made my bars get tighter
I 'member the time I'd say, "Yo spark the lighter"
Breathe in these trees and start a forest fire
Niggas went crazy, then I got my ass whipped for pullin' an all nighter
Helped tag in the lumber yard
Me and Hunt threw the Ps, cops and robbers
In the stairs, man I see it like I'm there, swear to fuckin' God
Growin' up, it was fuckin' hard
But that's why I'm fuckin' hard
[?] in the summer, low whites under
More sun, more aggie, more fights, none of
Them bitches wanted it but Leisha, man she throw that thunder
Grease on her face, scarfed up in the Polo pajamas
Johnny pump open, wet your car, get bold if you wanna
Will wet your car with somethin' different, roll back 'round that corner
Hip-hop with Mellie then hit pot and scaley
Then sneak up to my roof and get sick mop from Shelly
I'm a project nigga, in my project lobby
Takin' project pictures with my project army
Standin' in the hall and lighin' candles for the fallen
Reminiscin', sippin', snifflin', and missin' all them
Hide piece and butter, come and get your supper
A game of steel and bacon, niggas waitin' on their number
I remember when it was hard if you could go outside
You was watchin' from your window, nigga
[Hook:]
Light a L in the staircase and start a cypher
Freestylin' made my bars get tighter
I 'member the time I'd say, "Yo spark the lighter"
Breathe in these trees and start a forest fire
Niggas went crazy, then I got my ass whipped for pullin' an all nighter
Helped tag in the lumber yard
Me and Hunt threw the Ps, cops and robbers
In the stairs, man I see it like I'm there, swear to fuckin' God
Growin' up, it was fuckin' hard
But that's why I'm fuckin' hard
Dutch paper
Incinerator
Elevators
Nosey neighbors
Guns barkin'
Cops barkin'
Dogs barkin'
My mom's barkin'
Aye fellas I gotta get out of here, man, my mom's trippin'. I'm comin' up now. I'd like to thank everybody in Cooper Projects, Brooklyn for turnin' that little boy into the man that I am today. Yeah me no play
Lil' Piggies lyrics - Joell Ortiz
You mothafuckas ready?
I'm walkin' through this bitch with my machete
Put your chemical suit on
What you 'bout to come in contact with is deadly
I'm tired of the gimmicks, firin' your style, is you bitches?
Fuck you and your selfies, why you smilin' in pictures?
What you think this is a game, nigga?
Ooooh man y'all lucky I don't name niggas, lame niggas
Call me Dhalsim, I'm finna flame niggas, shut up
Talkin' to every rich and famous nigga, what up?
Spar with the stars, meet me in your garage
Where you park all your cars
I'll show you how you get sparked with these bars
You's a walk in the... park
Where they find you? Rhymes, I'll outrhyme you
Lines, I'll outline you... in chalk
Load up the magazine and throw at the magazine that said your album was mean
Shoot to your photoshoot and shoot your photoshoot
Think I'm just bein' vocal in the vocal booth?
Everybody head got a price, that's a quotable
[Hook:]
This lil' piggy said he hard
But this lil' piggy walkin' 'round with bodyguards
This lil' piggy is a fraud
This lil' piggy said he real
But this lil' piggy get smacked, bet he squeal
This lil' piggy is a bitch
Niggas take my kindness for weakness
I look at your kind and see weakness
I sound like somethin' divine in these speakers
Y'all look like somethin' of mine in the cleaners, washed up
I rinse your whole squad up
Put you on spin cycle then hang your panties and bras up in Starbucks
Ah I'm just ventin' like a large cup
Cause I make magic happen with this pen
And it go platinum, but Copperfield is back at it again
So you can shine as long as this shit I'm rappin' is a gem
Don't nobody say it how I say it
Get on stage and display it, how I display it
Convey it in such a way that it stays with you, man it's crazy
They callin' me underground but I'm your mothafuckin' favorite
When you press play it... do somethin' to you
And never mention my name, boy I'll do somethin' to you
[Hook:]
This lil' piggy said he hard
But this lil' piggy walkin' 'round with bodyguards
This lil' piggy is a fraud
This lil' piggy said he real
But this lil' piggy get smacked, bet he squeal
This lil' piggy is a bitch
This lil' piggy said he hard
But this lil' piggy walkin' 'round with bodyguards
This lil' piggy is a fraud
(Keep believin' what you see on social media, man, that ain't real)
This lil' piggy said he real
But this lil' piggy get smacked, bet he squeal
This lil' piggy is a bitch
(Just like pow)
I don't fuck with y'all, y'all like broads
Your whole team is just not like ours
I'm a VIP nigga sittin' at the bar
The nigga that you see when them cameras on
Is the nigga that you meet when them cameras off
I am who I am, that's not who they are
Latino, Pt. 2 lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Emilio Rojas, Bodega Bamz & Chris Rivers)
[Verse 1 - Emilio Rojas:]
Cry first and laugh last
Television was on, we never had dads
And the city was flooded with mad crack
Cause they experiment on minorities like we lab rats
Priorities, it's fuck authority
A man that can stand on his own and show maturity
I ain't ever ask for a loan, I've been supportin' me
Takin' cash from hoes like a sorority
Oh yeah they comin' for your life
Con Ed, I'm comin' for your light
It's bonded, I'm livin' out of spite
You ain't bleed then it wasn't worth the fight
I'm givin' y'all bread and water, ah bread and water all they get
And it ain't shakin' no hands, so fuck your politics
This isn't makin' a [?], I burn a lot of bridges down
Then I played in the ash like fuck a following
All we ever wanted was good pussy and credit scores
Their own cars is better than all our rentals are
I'm sick of y'all, dudes switchin' and gettin' hot
Like Bruce Jenner and menopause
Ain't never told us detox the senators
I say they sent us to detox the criminals
So the minute that we pop his genitals
Emilio ain't gon' ever fall, I told y'all
[Verse 2 - Bodega Bamz:]
Everybody pressin' charges, they ain't change where I'm from
It's no game, even Ndamukong Suh
Connect try to keep me out the loop
It's canine proof, all my birds in the coop
Niggas wanna see me in the cage (but why?)
My lawyer gets surprised with the money I save (ching ching!)
I'm low like Fetty Wap's left eye
I coulda sworn I saw Left Eye in Best Buy
Nike slippers, read the paper on the milk crates
Sippin' Arizona, I got stripes like a Zebra Cake
Believe me, fast money like a relay
Shopped in SoHo when Prince Street had replays
>D-day?<, I love my heritage
And fuck the race, if you real you my relative
Why so sensitive?
The revolution will be tele-vized
Excuse the grammar, I'm a ghetto kid
My grandma still alive and all 11 kids
Only my father made it, let's reminisce another time
Bought a watch with these bars to kill time
Sick in the head, now that's an ill mind
Shine like a d-d-diamond [?] young
I said one day I'd have a Lambo, not a Hyundai
I kill for these stacks like Jimmy Caan
Wait let a G win like the Padres
Let a G win like Tony's last name
Who played first base for San Diego
Had to break it down
Fuck the cops, we gotta triumph
Fight for Freddie right now, it's about to be more riots
They wanna kill the youth when they need more guidance
With more violence you can only expect more defiance
It's hard to be vocal when they shoot you up and choke you
Die unexpected if the wrong one approach you
Sharpton ain't doin' enough, where's all the leaders?
Breakin' the same laws, we follow how they teach us
I never seen a thug win a million with Regis
Or a single mother from the ghetto either
Fuck y'all
[Interlude - Joell Ortiz:]
It's a small island in the Caribbean that we be in
Goes by the name of Puerto Rico
[Verse 3 - Chris Rivers:]
Nigga the champ is here, Cassius Clay in his prime
The Mike Tyson, Bruce Lee, Stephen Hawking of rhymes
Combined with Einstein's mind and then refined like it's wine
I write divine lines, I fill my time by feelin' these dimes
Fill my satisfaction with valid rappin' and Magnum clappin'
Fact I haven't felt emotions that's potent since daddy's passin'
I'm the Marilyn Manson of pattern relax in baths of acid
I got True Religion jeans, if I kill you it's act of passion
I'm a dragon rap admiral managing slapping your laterals
Aptitude is ample to pass all the rap masters
Who master it, cracking ribs like >clashing mandible????<
Put you in the earth, what it's worth you can act natural
The pragmatical mathematical rappin' cannibal
Who ramp with animals, Bronx nigga that has an attitude
You see my avenue is compatible with a battle room
I never sold crack, just wrote dope lines to hand to you
Package that, I got the Cadillac of flows
Cataracs these hoes cause I'm soundin' like platinum gold
You never see a ghost, that's what me and my dad was told
So now I'm pickin' up the torch while these labels haggle my soul
Y'all can suck the undercuts of my nuts while I take a shit
Only spend nights, I don't gotta know what patience is
All you niggas bitches, to exist you gotta take my rent
Blow your fuckin' head off clean bro, save the witness
[Verse 4 - Joell Ortiz:]
Latino, I'm that and I'm proud
If you don't know us, let me tell you about
Niggas that slam their dominoes loud, let you see copy
[?] cheek choffy
Cherry coco, peña drip 'til your teeth sloppy
Hustlers become connects when they need papis
Nissan, Honda, Chevy on the back block
Runnin' routes with the bow bow in the stash box
When I speak it's chop yaow, I'm a New Yorican
Calderon on the phone, I'm in [?] creepin'
Y'all hangin' on resorts to just chill
I'm in the casa, rios take a walk down the hill
One way in, one way out, where y'all all could get killed
Leave them niggas alone, that's how the officers feel
Nigga, my people, beach, 98 gettin' our tan on
Slippers walkin' on [?], hittin' the sand strong
But plan wrong, it will transform
Wet you then find a Jet Blue out to San Juan
We don't look for parties, the party's wherever we go
Turn the corner section to the 4th of Julio
Too much to fit in one 16
So let me cook like the festival on 1/16
Mean, my career's been like one sick dream
A nightmare, scary how I does this thing
You ain't elite, I'm made of deep
God thought he was stuntin' when he created me
Rap's Bobby Fischer, nigga please take a seat
I made you in three moves: ink, paper, beat
Y'all keep playin', nigga, we play for keeps
Stop claimin' to be what my eyes don't see though
Every verse I spit, you get an 'ay dios mio'
This time with my amigos, Latinos
Who Woulda' Knew lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Father Dude)
[Verse 1 - Joell Ortiz:]
She say she love me and her mouth mean it
And her heart mean it
And her eyes mean it
But her mind leanin'
Toward the life she lived before me, often I'm seein'
Her mood switch up right before me when we're life dreamin'
Layin' our head, I'm seein' 4 years ahead
She seein' 4 years ago, wishin' she wasn't in this bed
Instead, she miss the club life, the pop bub' life
The life she used to love is fuckin' up our love life
It's tough cause I'm lookin' at her knowin' she the one like
Man... look how far we've come
All our friends say relationships are hard, we're numb
This natural high exceeds every single bar we've done
And I ain't tryna keep you home, baby, nah we young
But that departin' from them clubs at 4 AM when shorty's party done
Is a life that I watched your love part me from
I ain't tryna not be fun, just tryna grow
[Hook - Father Dude:]
This song's for you
Even though we might be through when this song is through
Who woulda knew?
Who woulda knew?
This song's for you
Even though we might be through when this song is through
Who woulda knew?
Who woulda knew?
[Verse 2 - Joell Ortiz:]
Last time I checked, nobody checkin' on my ID
I'm grown, plus everybody know who I be
She comments on everything you post, I see
But I'm a G, I don't argue over IG
Told me you could handle my celebrity, but fight me
And question my integrity whenever someone likes me
If you don't like what you read then stop readin'
Baby I got an army to lead, I'm tweetin'
You worry 'bout my page, got me startin' to worry 'bout your age
They say it's just a number, I wonder if you behave
Like a grownup but miss makin' mistakes
Baby hold up, I'm just raisin' the stakes, but you know what?
When the weight of the world's on your shoulders it gets heavy
And too much brainstormin' could break the levee
But baby I'm here, I got so many ideas and I'm ready
I'm thinkin' you just love the idea of bein' ready, girl
[Hook - Father Dude:]
This song's for you
Even though we might be through when this song is through
Who woulda knew?
Who woulda knew?
This song's for you
Even though we might be through when this song is through
Who woulda knew?
Who woulda knew?
[Verse 3 - Joell Ortiz:]
I'm preparin' for more, this house feels like a kitchen
You standin' at the door like this house feels like a prison
Used to fuck you on the terrace and let you look at the town
Now I fuck you on the terrace, feels like you lookin' around
Like the grass gets greener or maybe you miss smokin'
That green grass with Selena on the ave near the cleaners
Laughin', reminiscin' how y'all smash La Marina
With homie you used to smash with the stash in the Bimmer
Tryna change the scene as we chase this dream
Our relationship is in a league of its own
Cause I'm finally on my favorite team, let's embrace this thing
I'm tryna iron this shit out but am I wasting steam?
I feel like you wish the past was the present
The gift's in our future and you gon' fuck around and pass on the presents
What we have is a blessing
But it'll turn into somethin' we once had if we let it
Don't let it
[Hook - Father Dude:]
This song's for you
Even though we might be through when this song is through
Who woulda knew?
Who woulda knew?
This song's for you
Even though we might be through when this song is through
Who woulda knew?
Who woulda knew?
Bad Santa lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Jared Evan)
[Verse 1 - Joell Ortiz:]
Sometimes I wonder if he knows I love him
I don't feel that daddy squeeze when I hug him
He says "I love you" when he hangin' up the phone but it's muffled
Like he's uncomfortable sayin' it, so his voice has trouble
Gettin' the words out, his mother gave up bein' my baby
She packed her bags and hit Atlanta when he was a baby
Man them first couple of years it was crazy
I'm back and forth to child support then she agreed he could stay with me
On Christmas vacations, I would lift him up, raise him
So high in the air, my eyes tearin', this kid is amazin'
This year is the fourth generation PlayStation I know he's awaitin'
It's under that tree waitin'
It's that look on his face when he's happy that makes me proud to be daddy
When he runs over and grabs me, filled with true joy
In the same moment I'm bothered, I mean he knows I'm his father
But am I just that once-a-year homie with new toys?
[Hook - Joell Ortiz:]
Sometimes I wonder if rap is a gift
Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts
Pardon me if I curse when I'm rappin' and shit
But sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift
A curse comes wrapped as a gift
Sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift
Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts
Am I a bad Santa?
[Verse 2 - Jared Evan:]
Will you show up in the middle of night?
Will you be the one to turn off the lights?
I hope so
When I see you, everything is alright
But will you really be here tonight?
I don't know
It's like all this time, I've been wanderin', waiting for you
You stay on my mind, cause I belong to you
Santa...
[Hook - Joell Ortiz:]
Sometimes I wonder if rap is a gift
Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts
Pardon me if I curse when I'm rappin' and shit
But sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift
A curse comes wrapped as a gift
Sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift
Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts
Am I a bad Santa?
[Bridge - Joell Ortiz:]
It's you I'll always be there for
I'm just wishin' I could be there more
This music's keepin' me on tour
But I'll be right back to see my boy
[Hook - Joell Ortiz:]
Sometimes I wonder if rap is a gift
Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts
Pardon me if I curse when I'm rappin' and shit
But sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift
A curse comes wrapped as a gift
Sometimes a fuckin' curse comes wrapped as a gift
Every 25th he's unwrappin' his gifts
Am I a bad Santa?
Human (Outro) lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Fuck it
Had to talk my shit to y'all, don't hate it or love it
Just respect it and be honored
That I'm standin' in your presence, it's the Yaowa
We ain't promised tomorrow
I grew up in a single household, my mama was father
My uncle was junkie
My cousin was a dickhead tryin' to punk me
My other cousin got bodied cause of a stupid color
My projects is a live set, we shoot at each other
Some niggas is 'bout it, some niggas is scared
But even the 'bout it niggas fear, the worry is shared
Vision blurry, impaired
Pickin' up pace in the hood and I hurry to where
Same corner store, same faces in front of it
Same dice game, same 40 and same blunt is lit
Same couple of schemes to get a hundred quick
Some niggas is grimy, scheme on who they runnin' with
But see I was smart, I bought another clip
Never wait to get shot at to shoot, that's some dummy shit
It was just me, no brothers or sis
No one to tell I'm plummeted to a fuckin' abyss
Them drug dealers at my door again
My mom's meetin' 'em in the hall again
I swear when I grow up I'm killin' all of them
Man that shouldn't be your thoughts after 10
But that's the life that I was brought up in
I never had a choice
Walkin' through the livin' room, hearin' my granny voice
Like "Don't you be just like the rest of them
Your boy [?], yeah they arrested him"
But little Joell, he ain't let it get the best of him
Fuck it
Had to talk my shit to y'all, don't hate it or love it
I'm just human
I'm only human
I'm talkin' pre-music
Pre-money, pre-fame, pre-groupies, just highwaters
Comin' out the snow, peelin' your socks off yah
Freezin' just to find out there's no hot water
Man I had packed roaches
That couch is 20 years old but it's the best sofa
Moms ain't cook yesterday so ain't no leftovers
Still every fuckin' Halloween I would egg yolk yah
We lit the staircase up with cap gun revolvers
Playin' cops and robbers
Funny, I'm lookin' back now, we all wanted to be robbers
We didn't respect the coppers
We used to go up to the roof and throw rocks at the choppers
Fast forward, I'm at the table, the rock gettin' chopped up
That Reebok sneaker box is startin' to get guapped up
Your jewelry and clothes, that's startin' to pop up
I'm a teenager now, much more than a monster
I stole a Hyundai Elantra and crashed it into a Honda
I'm in the backway with a bird and I'm standin' behind her
I remember that first feeling, remember that first feeling
No condom, I was illin'
Dead ass
Young, dumb with a gun and just feining to turn you to a dead ass
I remember that night I borrowed my nigga Fred's mask
And they found son in the street, nobody know what happened but
Yeah I still jump out of my sleep
Let me leave that right there before I incriminate myself
Behind this beat
My life ain't sweet
It's sort of like finders keepers
And you'll be surprised by some of the shit these finders keep
Keep, I can no longer do
I can't keep this all to myself, I must give some to you
Before music, the only check I got was summer youth
Yeah I'm a rapper but I'm still... I'm still one of you
Human
House Slippers lyrics - Joell Ortiz
One two one two
Turn this thing up a lil' bit, yeah
For those who been wonderin what's goin on with Joell Ortiz
It's a lot man, a lot
Feels like I finally found my (House Slippers)
My mind was goin, I stood around niggaz
Wearin this poker face like I'm holdin aces
That so wasn't the case, this
business is such a business, don't take it personal
It's more than these beats and lettin verses go
Don't end up locked in and whylin
Like a deaf person buyin a Roley better watch what you signin
Freedom is overrated until they take it
When it's gone feel like nothin can replace it
Shakin the hand that's feedin you but you hate it
Disappointed in meetings cause of your weight, just
imagine this man with your career in his hands
Givin a fuck about your fans; he just lookin at that black and white
Seein you ain't sell too well
You tryin to tell him that you was on an indie that wasn't actin right
He don't care, them numbers fucked up his appetite
Your past just fucked you twice like a hermaphrodite
You watchin niggaz win who ain't half as nice
Faced with the choice of givin in or hit the pad and write
But see, the fans can't know
So you leakin freestyles and you nailed that flow
Kids leavin out of venues like, "He killed that show!"
Screamin YAOWA everywhere but you ain't on that though
Your loved ones sick all in the mist of this
Watchin moms shoot insulin is ridiculous
Your son got a mask on, his asthma bad
His older brother actin up cause he don't have his dad
The grind took forever but it happened fast
Listen close y'all, it happened fast
Red-Eye flights out to Cali, sign to Aftermath
Come back and sign to Koch, you and Allen laugh
You drop a album over here, left the label over there
Finally let it go y'all, the past's the past
Sorry for the delay on your order
But even in my off time I ran around the world with the Slaughter
My alter, ego is a quarter
of the best rap group but I'm back to bein me, yeah the Puerto
Rican, niggaz standin on the corner
with that work for the fiends who wanna hear him more maturer
Story from a project nigga, a New Yorker
Gettin money with the I'll-still-fuck-a-nigga-up-quick aura
Man, this ain't for radio play
This for the Radio Raheems who let their radio play
For the heads on the neck clickin, lookin for the best writtens
Turnin to their man like, "You hear what he say?"
Y'all niggaz tryna recreate back in the days
I'm just tryin to rap my ass off
Hopin maybe I'll impress a few niggaz from back in the day
Because I'm finishin these new niggaz that's rappin today
You turn this up, but not too loud niggaz
Feels like I finally found my (House Slippers)
["House Slippers" echoes and fades out]
Cold World lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Lee Carr)
I got money on my hip
Man, this is a cold world
And the suckers want me dead
Damn, this is a cold world
Cause all I see is hate
And their eyes promise they won't be too far
Man, ain't this a cold world?
This is a shivering cold, freaky below
Listen, the nigga are frozen
But did you know
That it could explode?
Man you can get the hate
You can get the play
She shows her body nowhere to tell
Respect that you drop the weapon
Don't try to hide it
Come off the rocks from your neck
You better watch it, you sexin'
We beat the opposite sex
This is how the story gets told
I got money on my hip
Man, this is a cold world
And the suckers want me dead
Damn, this is a cold world
Cause all I see is hate
And their eyes promise they won't be too far
Man, ain't this a cold world?
Live your life on the street
While you're trying to eat
The dodge is dying to keep the ball
I'm so cold I kill the heat
The shit I did
Don't tell the person you were as a kid
I'm afraid a man could come
I'm just praying to my momma
The scenarios were playing in my head
All my pain is gone
Though it ain't nothing to fear
But I feel like
I got money on my hip
Man, this is a cold world
And the suckers want me dead
Damn, this is a cold world
Cause all I see is hate
And their eyes promise they won't be too far
Man, ain't this a cold world?
Dream On lyrics - Joell Ortiz
They consider this shit backpacking when a nigga just love rapping
Club packing, word flipping acronym acrobating
Verb spitting and nouns only your mind fathom
Synchronize with the drum on Ill Mind pattern
Long as I got this beat in heart, I’m ripping beats apart
I ain't know myself when [?], and still piece of art
No frat boys, no skinny jeans
I’m more like the Fat Boys and Heavy D
In ’86 spitting free in the park
I’ve been patiently waiting
Busting my brain and creating this album making a statement
Its understatement, I’m taking rap flow to plateau
These assholes you clap fo’
Just can’t go they mad slow this fast forward
Thinking [?] we skipping pass those
Theatrical fiascoes in your whack show
I’m baffled by the skill you niggas lack though
Choruses repeating, its boring whatchu speaking
I’m at war with all you heathens
I’m a warrior emceeing. Man I’m killing ‘em
[Samples:]
"He’s back give him room to breath"
"Ortiz don’t confuse me with these other cats"
"The best across the board" "New York"
"When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak"
"He’s back give him room to breath"
"Be proud of me and coming up in rap"
"The best across the board"
"When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak"
Niggas tiptoe all around me, bunch of ballerinas
I see ya’ll calling out of work with the coward fever
Shit, I wouldn’t want it with the Yaowa either
[?]
Nigga line a hundred niggas up and watch a hundred niggas drop
In hundred different spot, bunch of Dalmatians
I play this fire in my drive when I’m riding through your block
Lifting everybody up call that salvation
[Samples:]
"He’s back give him room to breath"
"Ortiz don’t confuse me with these other cats"
"The best across the board" "New York"
"When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak"
"He’s back give him room to breath"
"JO E double L O"
"Another Yaowa champ when I touch the mic"
"When I'm holding this mic I don't just speak"
I deliver you from either when you’re listening to yo’ speakers turned up
Like the club, yeah I get in with my sneakers and my workout [?]
Feel my dick through these Adidas sweatpants
I don’t dance, two stepping with a leader of whateva
But whateva though I’m clever so ya’ll never know
When I’mma lead [?] kicking better flow
Dan dan dan dan, I’m telling ya’ll its about to go down
Music Saved My Life lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. B.o.B, Mally Stakz)
[Joell Ortiz:]
Uhh, yeah
Early on I knew I was a fan
Hummed the ice cream truck beat holdin momma's hand
Told 'em to turn it up in the dollar van
Nobody moonwalked better in they pajama pants
I used to try to tap like Gregory Hines
"Lean On Me" word for word, I knew every line
My moms blast that Anita Baker
No wonder I can bake it with a piece of paper
Yeah, lookin back, daddy left bad
It was cool though, music was my step-dad
I was raised by Stevie Wonder
Lionel Richie, Luther and all the Jackson brothers
Used to close my eyes and see far away
On harder days I would chop it up with Marvin Gaye
It was just a matter of time
I took a crack at a rhyme and worked this magic of mine
[Chorus: Mally Stakz (Joell Ortiz)]
So when I felt like doin wrong, you helped me get it right
And when I felt like givin up, you gave me one more try
And when I felt like it was over, you didn't let me die
No, you didn't let me die; music, you saved my life
(So many different artists I get soul from) Yeah
(Still I move to the beat of my own drum) Music, you saved my life
(I'm an avenue and street away where Hov from) Ohhh
(Rest in peace Biggie Smalls, baby baby!) Music, you saved my life
[B.o.B:]
Yo, uhh
Rocked a wave cap and bumpin gangsta rap
I grew up in an era where it was the thing to trap
It was the world that I was always angry at
A maniac full of rage with nowhere to aim it at
We came up in the hood but everybody ain't adapt
My parents did the best they could, I do my best to pay 'em back
I'll pay 'em back first, let me take it back
Wasn't no fashion, just airbrushed shirts and faded slacks
If you could do a lil' better you'd rock a Coogi sweater
All we knew was the hustle, we never knew no better
"Get it crunk" was the phrase, everyone could relate
We thought it'd last forever, who'd knew we'd be just a phase?
They labeled me a delinquent
Wasn't nothin that the teacher ever could teach me
It's a miracle I ain't get caught in this street shit
If it wasn't for hip-hop, I wouldn't be breathin
Bands
[Chorus]
[Joell Ortiz:]
Somebody pinch me, this can't be life
All these big cameras and fancy lights
Man, this must be a mistake (why?)
Just yesterday my mother cuttin the cake
On my 10th birthday she told me to make a wish
Here I am now surrounded by all of this (all of this)
Man, what a crazy life
Music, you really saved my life
You really saved my, life!
[Chorus]
Brothers Keeper lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Royce Da 5'9", Joe Budden & Crooked I)
[Intro:]
They say blood thicker than water
But love thicker than blood
That's all I'm sayin'
Ay, you ain't even gotta look, look too far man
If y'all niggas need the YAOWA the YAOWA's there, I'm on call
Speed dial me
Quick question
[Hook:]
Are you my brothers keeper?
Am I your brothers keeper?
Are you my brothers keeper?
Am I your brothers keeper?
(My brothers I keep 'em close and I'mma keep on keepin')
[Verse 1 - Joell Ortiz:]
This shit done left music, we just fam now
Man I done brought niggas around who give a fuck 'bout rhyming
Gave 'em that look so y'all don't know but that's your man now
My shooters is yours, extra hands out
But not a hand-out
Nickle, you had me feelin' fly up in the No Fly
Walkin' through that Motorcity Inn like I was multi
Goons on both sides, somebody sneeze that nigga daddy wear a bow tie
And Crook, I'm always comfortable on your side
Sauce you a Boss, Horseshoe what it do?
C-Style hold ya head, Tray Deee can’t wait to meet you
And Jumpoff, when that whole shit jumped off, I ain’t gon name no names
But yeah I hoped that I ain’t come off grimy but dawgs I fuck wit them niggas
that’s why I never threw my gloves on
Needed to clear that up ‘cause that shit been really botherin’ me for dumb long
A nigga say something I’ll run in that nigga’s mouth
To everybody you Budden, to me you my nigga Mouse
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Crooked I:]
Ring the alarm, we set the world on fire, oh yo!
Chemistry you never seen before
We the four, Well-known plus worth knowing you niggas either or
Even if we was poor never seen a tour
And Eminem didn’t put our CD in a convenience store anymore
We can still hit the streets and score
I help us finance our dreams on a triple beam
Never bicker for simple things
Loyalty is royalty with these Shady royalties
I will loyally help you pay all your lawyer fees
It’s much deeper than the art of rap
It’s realer than me signing a few autographs
Rocking my new slaughter tats
I was raised to keep it G since snap Starter hats
And bury our enemies like artifacts these are the facts
Like Chinese food in the fridge we a cold combination
Slaughter slaughter my whole conversation
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Royce da 5'9":]
I'mma be mad cold and I’m cut this way, no matter where I’m at
It’ll be black roses on Mother’s day, on they mama front door mat
You know I'm, I’m quick to jump in front of fire in the line of fire
You ain’t got to ask what side I’m on I’m going homicide
May I simply cease to exist if I should be a bitch
If you should die and I should stay behind we actually a switch
As far as passing you a chick, you get the alley-oop you ask for the assist
This is a fact, it’s more than rap to me it's
More serious than holding a loaded gat to me I sold my soul to a bottle of Patron
And my favorite uncle died of an illness alchy related then he stole it back from me
And now he up in heaven like neph, you owe it back to me
I was taught that too much talking will make you fall faster
My actions show that I’m real I ain’t got to broadcast it
I called you and said that I had to fall back I had to recover
And here we are, that’s for my brothers
[Hook]
[Verse 4 - Joe Budden:]
Look, the love I got for ya’ll goes unsaid
Was there when me and shorty unwed
For that I’m always down to pump lead
We formed a bond against the cowards
Only grew over time in the studio for hours
And tours with no showers, and towns I never heard of was no small fort
But we was all sports, Slaughterhouse t-shirts in our ball shorts
Quik all that other shit, thats just other shit
Love is love, we ain't even gotta discuss this shit
The part that's sick G?
My brothers love me so much, I think their punch hit ya’ll harder than it hit me
Four of the best in the world, I put a M on it
And if that ain't enough I’m putting Em on it
We back to hogtying beats up and stepping on it
Back on our old shit just like Nino Bless is on it
Crowds screaming, the fans can get excited
And oh, as far as that question? I won't even dignify it
[Hook]
Q & A lyrics - Joell Ortiz
[Chorus:]
Let me tell you what I'ma do today
Today is just me and you, you and I for a Q and A
I know the questions you gon' ask, all I'ma do is say
what's on my mind; I'm just, tellin you why
This ain't, snapback meets New Era
This new era gets smacked 'til they necks snap back and that goes for whoever
I ain't done workin, I'm just one person
that promise to keep this shit pure, like a young virgin
Your dumb version of hip-hop got us uncertain
Your daughter dress like a nigga, nigga your son's twerkin
I'm still a two-stepper, steppin with two heffers
Still step to your crew extra quick, that's what I do, let's just
tell 'em why I'm such a thoroughbred
Born and raised in that Brook', you shook, look what my borough bred
[Chorus]
All this, time away from workin solo, snappin photos
with my bro-bros and the Slaughter's been an honor but I'm back to dolo
Feet is Nike, the hat is Polo, I'm no fashion logo
No gay bashin but if you tough then don't be actin homo
Let me tell y'all why I hit the tread
Wasn't to lose weight and get this bread, nah homie, you've been misled
Last year I shot a fair one with my nigga Fred
and damn near dropped dead, I should've won but I got whipped instead
I ain't like that so I stopped that liquor to the head
Dropped the Newports, copped new shorts and watched my figure shred
Y'all cuffin chickenheads
Speakin of cuffs, I made this slut marry my nigga in the Feds to give him visit head
Man let me tell y'all why I'm real rap
Why I don't need a rope chain or dress like Soul Train to bring that feel back
[Chorus]
This for those who ain't know that Ortiz spit clean
It's e'ry lil' girl birthday, here's a +Sweet Sixteen+
Went from a 40 waist to a 3-6 jean
But that 40's still on my waist with a mean sixteen
But I ain't here to talk how I protect myself
Or how I lived in the gym last year to perfect my health
Nah, we could rap off, I'll off you rap niggaz with a rap off
the top, I ain't wrapped too tight, back off!
Off the back door into the bleachers, hit the teacher off the backboard
and in, y'all in the in-crowd but mad off
Y'all God and Mike in tight slacks
with hard bottoms, hit the bottom hard after you moonwalk like Mike Jack'
Huh, B-R-B, I don't mean I'll be right back
I mean B, y'all R&B singin, I write RAPS!
"But Ortiz, you went all complex and said the shit!"
Yeah you right, aight cool, let me extend the clip
Penmanship, my pen is sick, you in the pen's then hit the bench and lift
Chest against the bar and do a extra six
E'ry year it's some new nigga they put the best against
Put they neck on the line but I twist it up like "The Exorcist"
If I'm your comp I understand why you a pessimist
Point blank with an infrared scope, bet these pests'll piss
they pants, can't shoot at Godzilla, man them pellets itch
The fire that be leavin my mouth'll melt your whole relevence
You lil' niggaz, lil' boys is cute
My bars hard, they hurt like Ray Mercer, you don't want it duke
So save the subs for Quiznos, keep the talkin mute
Cause I'll punch you in your big nose and watch your faucet shoot
Y'all chasin pop hits, FUCK a pop hit
One of my joints pop? Sheeit, another check deposit!
[Chorus]
Get Down lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Get down, Yeaaah
Uh, wave at me baby I'm wavy
White Tee and the yankee is navy
JOE L L, yeah I'm jiggling baby
Picking up ladies in that cinnamon Cedes
A1 flow I'm out here getting this gravy
Steak out my crib, turn you into filet mig-non
Cabron, I've been lifting this eighty
I turn your selfie to a pic in The Daily
News you know the rules, boy my city is crazy
Empire state with the liberty lady
The towers drop but them twins still around
Twin Glocks forty-orties And twin four pounds
Who wanna dance I spin you around
Bring you back and kiss you goodbye with a round
[Hook:]
Ahh, now shorty how that sound
I know you're from outta town round here
That's how we get down
You're in the city that shoot
Beside these bitches nothing really that cute
We get down
We don't play at the [?]
One band two band shaking the spot
We get down
Ain't nothing bummy around here
Girlfriend we getting money around here
This is how we get down
Ain't nothing funny around here
Girlfriend a lot of money around here
This is how we get down
Anywhere I'm at is the turn up (turn up)
They scream turn down, I'm yelling for what? (for what)
Winter time I turn the collar of my fur up
Summer time top down flipping birds up
Trying to tell these niggas, now I'm stunning on 'em word up
Fuck it I'm that nigga when it comes to fucking words up
Move without security, and post on any curb yep
Tryina bust a move and watch the eagle lift a bird up
Any now I wanna lift a bird up
Break her off crazy have her shaking like a nerve suck
Looking at her in the corner all curled up
Gave her the Anaconda now it's curled up
Pimp juice I should be Jheri curled up
Dripping from all this game that I'm kicking like the world cup
[Hook]
It's a whole lot money around here
Baby girl we get gully around here
I don't know how they got down there
But trust me we get it popping around here
Pop up pop bottles and pop ya'll ladies
Nah I don't pop molly cause I get crazy
I pop they pop, them nines pop baby
Pop off, nah pap's for real we don't play, Paa!
I get it live so easy, nah I don't mean do this for TV
But you see me
I make these bitches do the Houdini
Have 'em reappear in the Figi's in bikinis
You mad, you got it bad boy face facts
Do it big take a nice puff and tell her take that
Say Yes lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Sahlance)
[Sahlance:]
If God, came to you
And asked you, "Will you give me your all?"
Would you say yes?
{"Heatmakerz"}
Lord I'm all yours, forgive me for all flaws
There's so many, there's so many, there's so many, there's so many
There's so many, there's so many, I've been disobeyin yo' laws
I've been livin life how I felt, I've been sayin yes when I want
I've been dippin into temptation, it was that fool's gold that I'd flaunt
It was them devil riches I seeked, it was all of your jewels that I lost
Lord I wanna take this time to thank you, even when I started drivin off course
You ain't let me crash into that wall, feel like I was never drivin at all
I felt yo' hands all on that wheel, heard yo' voice in every dope deal
Saw yo' light in every dark thought, I was out here ignorin your will
I left yo' side but you ain't leave mine, how many times I said "It's the last time"?
Lord I just gotta get off this last time, I'm a get a job, save every last dime
I lied to my God, life is so hard, one of my most used excuses
For me to just, hold tools and live ruthless, buyin that ProTools was just useless
Dust collectin, wait a fuckin second, I just cussed cause check it, even though I'm rappin
Lot of blessings happen, it feel like I'm slappin even more than before, am I disrespectin
When I'm spittin this message every time I can? Will my fans accept it? Should I even care?
Still second guessin when I know what's first, I'm a miss this blessin, man I'm just confessin
Yeah I'm out the hood but e'rything ain't good (e'rything ain't good, but e'rything ain't good)
[Bridge:]
There's so many, there's so many, there's so many
There's so many things that I could
Be out here doin and knowin that I should and if it's not gettin done, I'm addin more wood
To the fire I'm a burn in later, when I turn the savior gon' be standin there like "You would
Be in my kingdom, but I was singin, and your ears was ringin, you would feel that tinglin
Kinda scratch it off, and continue minglin in a party drinkin, all that unclean thinkin
While they blastin off, your new record felt good now, didn't it? You was on fire, now it's infinite"
Man I'm gettin scared as I'm writin this, but I'm quiet in the flame as I'm spittin it
See this is my deliverance, for the first time I ain't only talkin, I'm livin it
No more layin down with women just lustin disgusting, trust me my faith is unlimited
No more postin and pivotin on blocks like I'm gettin it, countin dividends
Work up in the Timberlands, servin 'em like Wimbleton, hurtin my community worse, every person I distributed
I attributed to they spirit givin in, so every time they sin again that's another strike for me
Can't believe that kind of livin was aight with me, man FUCK my life, they say life's a B
Guess I was fuckin her too, no surprise to me, since I was handin out pipe for free
5-foot-3, nice physique, hop up in the ride with me and lean back in the driver's seat
Every night with a stranger, but look how I changed up, I'm chillin on the road, got my wife with me
And my boobie's smooth while all the groupies drooled, she just smilin and enjoyin this life with me
But see lyin to God has only lied to me, so Lord, them dopeboys still tied to me
I ain't buyin ki's but they'll die for me and I'll die for them, that feels right to me
If I'm wrong keep your scrawnies [?] and fight for me, I got a little bit of Christ in me
But I ain't perfect, I feel that worship for your word as it grows inside of me
But I feel guilty cause though I feel it I don't fully embrace it, man I just conceal it
'Til we all alone and then my knees get filthy as I drop before you like "Lord, you feel me?
You must think I'm silly, even I don't feel me, " feel like I'm actin while my conscience filming
Feel like my soul is sayin "Joell, really?" Feel like my soul is sayin "Joell, really?!"
There's so many, there's so many, there's so many, there's so many
Things I gotta fix for any of your joy really fulfills me
Forgive me Lord, man
[Sahlance:]
Say yes, ohhhhh
Say yes, say yes
Say yes, ohhhhh
Better Than lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Maino & Kaydence)
[Chorus - Kaydence:]
Could've been still up in the hood shakin up
Stickin stickin up anyone that would come through
Ma poor, I was livin up, middle finger up
Still don't give a fuck, better man it was untrue
Straight livin better now, Gucci sweater now
Drop top the Benz, I'm the man girlfriend
So when they ask me how I do, I'm doin better
I'm doin better than I should
[Joell Ortiz:]
I know they all had me counted out
Gettin all that illegal money I would count it out
In front of a corner bodega I was down and out
With a gun on my waist for the haters I would shout it out
"FUCK THE WORLD!!" From the loudest mouth
And I meant every word of that and that's without a doubt
Every day it would never change, just the same old thang
Tryin to come up with different ways for me to spray some change
Ramen noodles, beef patties from right up the block
Chicken wings, french fries from the Chinese spot
Good smoke, plastic cups filled up to the top
And dice games that I would stick up if I lost a lot
Say what y'all wanna say, that's just how I was
Before this music popped I was a different Yaowa cuz
Like, "Where you from? Who you know?
Where you goin?" Thank God that I could flow
[Chorus]
[Joell Ortiz:]
I daydreamed about this on the stairs
With good weed smoke cloudin up the hallway air
Brown paper bag coverin the strongest beer
In my project lobby, now my lobby got a concierge
I remember all the winters troopin up the ave
Snow was everywhere, I'm tryin not to bust my ass
Walk the furthest from the curb cause with the luck I had
That disgustin splash used to soak me when the bus would pass
Now the bus look like an ant when I'm takin flight
And I could turn a boring day into a Vegas night
From that pint of E&J that I would chase with Sprite
to them pretty bottles of Ros on the way with lights
I fantisize, now I'm livin out my fantasy
I know them haters mad at me like "Yo, how can this be?"
I fuck, two bad bitches in a row
E'ry day I thank God that I could flow
[Chorus]
[Maino:]
Woo! Maino!
Thank God I found heaven, yup
Peace sign, that's me, throwin my blessings up
Could've been in that cell prayin they let me up
Daydreamin 'bout bein free, I'm missin much
Could've been six feet deep in a hole
Trapped in the game, the devil after my soul
Could've been in back of the car traffic and blow
But I'm lion-hearted, I found the yellow brick road
Now it's plenty liquor, singles for these strippers
Goddamn right if she dime, I'm gon' lick her
Young dope boys, they screamin "I'm that nigga"
Send bad bitches, me and my niggaz!
Thinkin back on my worse days
Now we sip champagne when we thirsty
Hey! I guess I'm livin like I should
When they ask me how I'm doin, I say "Better than good!"
[Chorus]
Phone lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. GiGi Daai)
[GiGi Daai:]
This is a story about love
About the beauty of havin it
And the agony of losin it
[Joell Ortiz:]
Nah, those ain't his kids, but shit they might as well be
He kept food on that table, made sure they was nice and healthy
They got a dead-beat father, but such a stand-up daddy
He can't figure out why his children's mom is so unhappy
He notice little things, she's startin arguments more often
And he ain't comin home to that plate of food like before when
everything was new and every night was tender love and care
Now he layin down on this side, she way the fuck over there
Can't even look in his eyes, missin the way she stared
as he told her how he felt while his fingers ran through her hair
No communication, they whole relationship's hi and bye
He used to hate shoppin with her, now everything's buy and fly
The other day he asked himself, "You just sittin here cryin, why?
Them tears won't make you see things clear, nigga dry your eyes
Y'all best friends, this was built on a lot of lovin
You wanna get back to the top? Get to the bottom of this"
[Joell Ortiz:]
It don't feel too good on the wake up
No breakfast cookin, you could smell the scent of break-up
Time just runnin by while his heart is yellin "Wait up!"
How they still together but he prayin that they make up
It don't feel too good in the evening
No dinner cooked, you could smell the scent of deceivin
E'rybody home, still he feels all alone
And he did what no man should ever do, he went through shorty phone
[Joell Ortiz:]
Smiley face, L-O-L
"I miss you, when I'm seein you again boy, what the hell?"
And he replied, "Hey boo, you know I miss you as well
I just can't play this game no longer, now give that boy his farewell"
And she replied "I know but.." - homie could read no more
Threw her iPhone on the floor and let out the most hurtful roar
Then she walked in the door and said "Baby, are you okay?"
He said, "Bitch I ain't your baby, what games is you try and play?"
Held up her phone like "Really? This what you doin while I'm away
bustin my ass, takin care of them bills that you never pay?"
And all she had to say was "You went through my phone?" It's fine
He's screamin "How 'bout the kids?" She yellin "Well those is mine!"
The love turned into hate and the hate turned to despise
all in a matter of seconds, he wanted her not alive
Threw his hand around her neck and squeezed, she coughin for her breath
He lost it, wants to lay her in that coffin for a rest
Suddenly, she starts to feel the air restorin in her chest
His lil' boy is on her right side, his daughter on her left
They cryin, she cryin, he cryin, what a mess
Lookin around like "Man, none of this shit is right" and so he left
Filled his gas tank up and then came flyin out that Hess
Drivin while he's stressed, no kinda destination but my guess
is he ain't care where he was goin and how long it took to get there
His heart and soul was weak, he on the local streets in fifth gear
I was wrong though, he knew where he was goin and just why
He pulled up to that lake where they had met that one July
Lookin in his rear-view at a life that looks so dry
The water seem refreshin so he floored it, and told the world goodbye
[Joell Ortiz:]
His loved ones filled his wake up
Tears steady drippin, people trippin on the way up
They view him in that casket hopin maybe he would wake up
His suit is extra sharp, they did a good job on his make-up
Don't feel too good on this evening
A lot of dinner cookin, smell a scent of flowers breathin
Packed funeral home, still he feels all alone
Cause he did what no man should ever do, he went through shorty phone
[GiGi Daai:]
It's wrong so hard
It's wrong so hard
It's wrong, it's wrong
Everybody knows it's wrong
Baby? Baby?
"The PCS telephone number you dialed is temporarily not in service.
Message five-sixty-one, three."
Candy lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Mally Stakz)
{"Heatmakerz..."}
[Chorus - Mally Stakz:]
I call her Candy (Candy)
My honey bun, my sugar pie
My Candy (Candy)
She give me everything I want
I call her Candy (I call her Candy)
And if it all came crashin down
I still got Candy (I still got Candy)
My Candy girl (Candy girl, yeah)
[Joell Ortiz:]
That's right
Uhh, my sweet lil' some'in some'in
No matter what, I ain't givin baby up for nuttin
Cause she was there when Joell was just a motherfuckin
tryin to rap basketball player, try and hustle onions
Y'all don't know what we been through, it wasn't simple
She was bringin them ends through when it was rent due
I would scoop her from uptown inside that rental
Drive gentle, niggaz starin cause she a ten too
Flyest thing on the block, had to bag her up
She look soft but hard-body, I be crackin up (haha)
My lil' boo be doin big things
Shorty got a bunch of nicknames
But I
[Chorus]
[Joell Ortiz:]
Yup, uhh
We maneuvered around the ups and downs
Them times I ain't go to pick her up I was fuckin 'round
She still put all that money up when they was comin down-
-town to bail me out when I bailed on her for a couple pounds
She bought me all my Air Max's and I would run the town
Spinnin Pun around in my CD player and bubble down
If it wasn't for shorty-wop y'all wouldn't love my sound
Candy funded all of my early work on the underground
Before the red-eye flights and all the limelight
I lived the high life baby, she had my mind right
24/7 from A.M. until the twilight
Baby made sure I was aight
[Chorus]
[Mally Stakz:]
Say you're my Candy girl
Ooh girl you rock my world
I know you love me
Can't nobody take you from me, nah
Say you're my Candy girl
Ooh girl you rock my world
I know you love me
Can't nobody take you from me, nah nah
[Joell Ortiz:]
It's hard to find a love like this y'all
We hung out on that sixth floor when I was piss poor
Tired the elevator broke and it was piss all
on the staircase so we stepped it up, they was pissed off
Cause you turn "I hope that" into a cold fact
They watched them dirty Bo Jack's become a gold Ac'
I'm married to a new bitch and shorty know that
But she'll be ready if I go back!
[Chorus]
Crack Spot lyrics - Joell Ortiz
Water, jar, coke, soda
Fire, pot, stir, slower
Ice, fluff, whip, boulder
Dry, cut, bag, over!
Don't tell me that it's [?]
Baby boy, you on the grind, find a back block
Cop a hoopty, go see Louie for a stash spot
I'm posted up until they come and get this last rock
I toast it up wit' my niggas on the strip wit' me
[?] for my good niggas, that's history
Man, I don't check the mail without that fifth wit' me
It's sixteen in that thing and it spit fully!
We out here runnin' from the man, duckin' all them vans
Takin' care of all the homies stuck up in the can
Sittin' in somebody kitchen cuttin' up these grams
If you ain't never seen it, boy you wouldn't understand
Safe in that stash house tuckin' all them bands
Hoodrats watchin' but we pluckin on they hens
Money over hoes, nigga G's up
Lawyer money, pocket money and that re-up
[Hook:]
Jackpot, I run the crack spot
Fiends runnin' back and forth to get these blacktops
Jackpot, I run the crack spot
Nobody leavin' 'til the finished wit' that last rock
Ain't a damn thing change, I'm out here gettin' change
It's a part of the game, boy I'm out here in the rain
The hood know my name, boy and my shit ring
Since I don't play no games, boy I let that shit ring
It's rules to this shit, a step by step booklet
To get yo' game on track, not yo' wig pushed back
Yeah I make that coke leave, then make that shit come back
I'm Fat Joe on that stove, gotta get, cook, crack!
I'm tryna get it, let some fiends hit it
Let 'em lean wit' it, make sure they Bean wit' it
If they become a Rocket, then we Hakeem wit' it
Post up e'rywhere and let that Dream wit' it
Hurricane Sandy, I flood the scene wit' it
Yo' white girl dirty, my baby clean wit' it
Environmentalists, I'm gettin green wit' it
And it's never over when everythings finished
[Hook]
I see you gettin' paper, see you out here trappin'
But if you ain't on my team, anything can happen
I ain't out here rappin' to be rappin'
I'm rappin' cause this is the new way of trappin'
Baby boy, I get it crackin'
Get ya head busted, get ya face smacked in
Ya boy so hood, my old lady packin'
Anyway, back to that trap, I ain't slackin'
Just got a new package and broke it into fractions!
Got the block jumpin', Blake Griffen action
You got 'em like CP3, they all passin'
You ain't got that fire, you sellin' wet matches
I don't sell duds, e'rybody blasted
Don't hate me homie, don't hate the game
Hate yo' connect homie, he gave you the 'caine
Or maybe it's yo' wack whip game that's to blame
Or maybe it's just me motherfucker, I do my thaaang!
[Hook]
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!
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