Move On lyrics - Joell Ortiz (feat. Joe Budden)

[Intro:]

Alright! Whassup my nigga?

You say your name is John?

[Joell Ortiz:]

Joell Ortiz

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

I know what you gon' ask

I got you, don't even stress it

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

So the repetition'll make a nigga flip

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Motherfucker sometimes I cry when when I think and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I came a long way from the staples in my scrilla

Stains on my pants, hardly had a gut

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

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

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

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

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

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

I look at a lot of you cats and laugh

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

When I spit I'm the definition of mastered craft

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

Move on...

Move on...

Move on...

[Joe Budden:]

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

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

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

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

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

And that comes from me being inside

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

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

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

Shit get old repaired, just when the obey near

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

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

I'm on another label, not that other label

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

Some say it's a conspirac'

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

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

Or you must not know I'm DEEP!

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

Me? I just got my lil' man every week

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

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

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

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

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

They burned the bridge but they was standin underneath it

I'm on my grind, Benjamin Hutton

Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button

And stop usin slang just for you to be cool

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

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

For heroes, y'all chase zeroes

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

They played DeNiro, never been there though

So before your next thought, understand

Know it's MUCH more to me than the man

Either that or move on

Yeah, move on

Keep out trouble (ya mean?)

Good around here

Muh'fucker move on

Don't ask me 'bout no old shit

No choice, either that, or you could move on

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

J to the O!

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

[Intro:]

Alright! Whassup my nigga?

You say your name is John?

[Joell Ortiz:]

Joell Ortiz

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

I know what you gon' ask

I got you, don't even stress it

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]

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

So The Repitition Will Make A Nigga Flip

We In The Game Of Smokin Mirrors

Those Engineering A Bigger Spliff

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

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

Never Alleged Word To Dead I Gripped Da Fif

I Made My Housing Tenament A Strip

Movin' Medicine In Nicks

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

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

But The Hurt Is Makin' Me Betta With This Gift

I'm Live With This Ink

U Could Die In A Blink An

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

Motherfuckers Sometimes I Cry When I'm Think'n

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

It Was Cold In The Winter

My Community Centers Who Gave Me Dinner

I Aind Mind My Table Chairs Gave Me Splinters

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

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

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

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

I Came A Long Way From The Staples In My Skrilla

Stains On My Pants Hardly Had A Cut

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

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

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

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

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

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

I Look At A Lot Of U Cats An Laugh

Cause I'm The Shit Man An Ya'll Ain't Even Passin' Gas

When I Spit I'm The Definition Of Mastered Craft

An All Ya'll Ask About Is Aftermath

Motherfucker MOVE ON...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

I Gotta Give My Own Interview

Since Niggas That Do My Interviews

Focus On Wutevas Miniscule

An Paint Me As A Cynical

But The Canvas Will Limit You

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

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

An That Comes From Me Bein' Inside

Where The Demons Get By See 'Em Goodbye

If I'm Vehement Heres Why

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

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

Shit Can Over-Bear Just When The Over In Air

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

Rest In Peace Stewart Shakir Nigga Yea

I'm On Anotha Label Not That Other Label

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

Some Say It's A Conspirc'

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

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

Oh U Must Not Know I'm Deep

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

Me I Just Got My Lil Man Every Week

Jersey City Loves Me Despite Ya'll Beliefs

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

Ask Me About Swagg I'm a Change Tha Topic

To Lyrics An Than Brag

Plus Look At U Like A Fag

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

They Burnt Tha Bridge But They Was Standin' Underneath It

I'm On My Grind Benjamin Huntin'

Was Old Since I Was Young Call Me Benjamin Button

Stop Using Slang Just 4 U 2 Be Cool

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

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

Ya'll Chase Zeros

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

They Played De Niro Never Been There Though

So Before Your Next Thought Understand

Know it's Much More 2 Me Than A Man

Either That Or Move On...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]

My Rhymes Reflection Is Scarface An Prem's Soul

Before Jordan Was Wearin' Four Five

I Just Look Like This I Just Seemed Old

But I Had To Bleed The Blood of A Dirty Motherfucker

To Suffer Clean Clothes An Touch What A King Holds

The Real Estate Market Is Harsh Everything Goes

From Folds To Who U Was Doin' Everything For

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

New Friends Chasin' My New Endz With New Threats

Watchin' My Dreams Fold Like A Stack Of Bills

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

But We The Super Group U Could'ntHandle This Shit

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

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

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

I Mean That With All Respect To Paul An Sheck

But Ryan An Marshall Is All U Get

My Flows Superb I Luv Pauly Rosenberg

What I Say In A Track Those Just Words

Baby Boy Forgive Me I'm Just Street

Cause I Can Change Into Anything Niggas Want Me To Be

Like Mystique I Don't Gotta Dig Deep

To Realize Slim Baught Big Proof A Big Jeep

Because He Deserved It

How Can I Mourn The Same Way Shady Did

Over Him When He Knew Him When He Attended Osbourne

Marshall I'm Sorry I Knew It Went Left

I Ain't Into Fuckin' My Family Like Incest

If U Remember Ice Used To Be My Lifes Interest

Tell Hailie My Wife Just Had A Princess

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

That I Can Move On From So Who Wants Some

Like A Jar Of Grey Poupon

U Have To Ask Anybody In Any Car

Want It Or Move On...

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Crooked I]

When Fans Picture My Interviews

They Think I'm In A Swimmin' Pool

With Women Who've Been Abused

So They Turn Into Strippers

Makin They Livin' In The Nude

One In The Middle Blowin' My Inner Tube

While The Interviewers Gettin Ridiculed

Is This Your Vision Cool

Let Me Give U A Little Jewel

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

Don't Get It Misconstrued

Don't Get Tha Shit Confused

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

Pistol In My Reach Man

Still In Long Beach Man

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

I Been In The Streets Longer Than Yao Mings Wingspan

U Can Be MTV I'll Be CSpan

I Deal With Politics Bandanas And Hollow Tips

Half U Rappers Follow This

Role Models Can Swallow Dick

Was Stressed Out Over Cashflow

HipHop Used 2 Console My Soul

Now It's A Bunch Of Assholes

Rap About And Dance While I'm Targeting Cops

Spit Sum Shit 4 Oscar Grant Hit Tha Seargent With Shots

Make Him A Ghost Like He Part Of Tha LOX

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

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

Every Memory Under My Dodger Hats A Nightmare

As A Kid I Had 2 Steal Breakfast

An Now Tha Best Question U Have 2 Ask Me

Is This A Real Necklace

Wheres Ya Beat From Dre Ya Feature From Cube

These Things Leave People Confused

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

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

Out In Cali Nyggahs Blaze An Stress

Waitin' On DeTox 2 Save Tha West

Even If Tha Shit Is Dope

It Ain't Givin U Nyggahs Hope

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

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

[Mr. Probz:]

We never sleep

The block's hot 'till it rains

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

[Joell Ortiz:]

I can't rest up

I got a habit

Kid I'm out here messed up

Y'all don't know the half of it

[Mr. Probz:]

We never sleep

The block's hot 'till it rains

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

[Joell Ortiz:]

Why the devil tryna take me away?

Why the devil tryna take me away?

Uh

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

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

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

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

Summertime it's even worse, I damn near overheat

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

I get jealous when the neighbors say that home is sweet

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

Man, I remember when I had enough dough to treat

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

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

Red Lobster: 45 minutes before you on a seat

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

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

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

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

[Mr. Probz:]

We never sleep

The block's hot 'till it rains

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

[Joell Ortiz:]

I can't rest up

I got a habit

Kid I'm out here messed up

Y'all don't know the half of it

[Mr. Probz:]

We never sleep

The block's hot 'till it rains

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

[Joell Ortiz:]

Why the devil tryna take me away?

Why the devil tryna take me away?

Uh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I grab that pipe an' I fly

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

So I hustle up ya bread to get one more bag

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

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

[Mr. Probz:]

We never sleep

The block's hot 'till it rains

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

[Joell Ortiz:]

I can't rest up

I got a habit

Kid I'm out here messed up

Y'all don't know the half of it

[Mr. Probz:]

We never sleep

The block's hot 'till it rains

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

[Joell Ortiz:]

Why the devil tryna take me away?

Why the devil tryna take me away?

Uh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Life sucks, 5 bucks was a beef and brat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Mr. Probz:]

We never sleep

The block's hot 'till it rains

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

[Joell Ortiz:]

I can't rest up

I got a habit

Kid I'm out here messed up

Y'all don't know the half of it

[Mr. Probz:]

We never sleep

The block's hot 'till it rains

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

[Joell Ortiz:]

Why the devil tryna take me away?

Why the devil tryna take me away?

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

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

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]

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

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

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

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

[Joell Ortiz:]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Interlude: Jim Jones]

'Ey Ortiz!

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

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

You know I stay low, tinted up!

Jones!

[Jim Jones:]

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

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

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

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

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

We all cut class so we hardly knew the teacher!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Speakin about cars I think we still got a Taurus

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

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz (Jim Jones)]

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

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

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

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

[Interlude: Jim Jones]

I, I hope you got your registration!

You, you know...

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

Outta Control (Kendrick Lamar Response) lyrics - Joell Ortiz

One two one two!

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

I ain't even gotta give this too much thought

Joell Ortiz won every war that he ever fought

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

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

The messenger with all them rings on that horse

Carrying kings heads 'til I kick you in your chest

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

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

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

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

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

Either way I personal train this beat it gotta get ripped

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

Gangsta rappers can't retaliate with hollows and clips

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

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

The apocalypse has fell upon us watch the zombies I spit

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

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

I stomped the red carpet holdin my dick

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

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

'Cause I don't big up the elite

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

You all victims all chitlins when a nigga tryin to eat

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

Anybody can get it - old nigga, new nigga

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

A few niggas, I do niggas harm with these bars

It was brave, you took a chance like Monopoly cards

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

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

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

A hundred Ricans runnin at you (Chief) like Okoye

Last time in Compton I was kickin it with Jorge

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

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

And I had China in the Bay, we call Beijing

Rodeo to Diego they telling you the same thing

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

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

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

to stayin Aftermath, but lamped out like a Genie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I grab my extraterrestrial testicles when I rap

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

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

I love competition, constructing a composition

of destruction, putting Destructicons in the calm position

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

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

You raised the bar high, I set the bar higher

You gon' learn though, inferno scorch a bonfire

Project Boy lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Intro:]

Uh. Slow the music down just a tad

[Nas:] "The projects"

[Flava Flav:] "Bwoyyyy"

Uh. Yeah. That sound good right there

Joell Ortiz. Yaowa! Premier what up man? Uh

"The projects"

[Verse 1:]

God damn it, I done did it again

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

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

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

And crack heads smoke anything that fit in that stem

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

I'm from the projects boy (what)

I'm from the projects boy (what)

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

Night, time you hear thunder from the hottest toy

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

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

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

See me, I play it smooth like a hockey puck

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

It ain't friendly outside

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

Let me let 'rybody know this

[Chorus: scratch]

"Now this here is for the projects"

[Flava Flav:] "Bwoy!"

"Now this here is for the projects"

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

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

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

[Verse 2:]

See where I come from

Motherfuckers get home from up top

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah that's a projects boy (what)

Yeah that's a projects boy (what)

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

Snitchin'?

We don't allow that

Man, you tell and you dead

The repercussion be disgustin'

Put Joell in the Fed

Somebody clothes and shottie smoke till their melon is red

In the streets my name hold weight like elephant legs

I'm a projects boy

Crooper's P's be here

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

Oh you don't get it?

Let's please be clear

It's like I went celibate

Cause ain't nobody fuckin' with Ortiz this year

[Chorus: scratch]

"Now this here is for the projects"

[Flava Flav:] "Bwoy!"

"Now this here is for the projects"

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

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

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

[Verse 3:]

Man, I love where I'm from

You can call it the hood

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

I'm callin' it home

That's where I roamed all my life

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

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

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

I'm from the projects boy (what)

I'm from the projects boy (what)

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

See I ain't got to listen close

You make a lot of noise

I hear your whole conversation

Every word

The project walls thinner than my Blackberry Curve

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

With all that arguin'

Until that check hit

And them food stamps held them down like a tec clip

Then daddy made an exit

Mommy couldn't accept it

In and out the crib for that next hit

That project shit nigga

[Chorus: scratch]

"Now this here is for the projects"

[Flava Flav:] "Bwoy!"

"Now this here is for the projects"

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

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

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

Rap Millionaire lyrics - Joell Ortiz & !llmind

If I dropped a few bars out of thin air

Would you care?

Would the air feel like it's thinning?

Anticipating what you gon' hear?

Would it break the internet and get a million shares?

Same way it do for these popular rap millionaires?

Probably not

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say that me and them should collaborate on a raw cut

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

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

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

So much that it got me dizzy and I'm

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

And I'm barely in your city"

Translation; you a grizzly

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

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

And my manager handles my brand care-freely

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

If I dropped a few bars out of thin air

Would you care?

Would the air feel like it's thinning?

Anticipating what you gon' hear?

Would it break the internet and get a million shares?

Same way it do for these popular rap millionaires?

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

I don't got the Spotify or Google Play connect

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

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

Lot of major artists want to trade fame for respect

You'd be surprised with the names in my texts

If you gave to your left

I'd want to text a nigga back like

"Fuck a rap list, you fucking on an actress

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

I used to trap singles

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

And to homeboy talking you on my radar

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

The rap I'm a fan of took a backseat

For a few years now it's been all forefronting

Gloryfing abusing controlled substances

I'm trying to help good substance control the forefront

Rapping was tough, what happened to us?

My playback button was busted on the back of the bus

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

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

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

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

How could fear interfere with this fearsome talent?

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

Every word you heard 'em speak I heard

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

Got some nerve, sound like he rehearsed me

I be the first to call him weak

Before the world dickrides his first week

I wish everybody kept it a hundred

I wish every DJ played what he wanted

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

One signed to a superstar

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

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

Made my way in the game with the flames cooking

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

Solo or group, alone or a crew

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

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

Boy, I was on that Freshman cover ten joints ago

I ride the ferry every morning from Jersey into Manhattan

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

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

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

If I dropped a few bars out of thin air

Would you care?

Would the air feel like it's thinning?

Anticipating what you gon' hear?

Would it break the internet and get a million shares?

Same way it do for these popular rap millionaires?

Too Soon (Biggie Tribute) lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Verse 1:]

I remember how I felt when your tape dropped

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

Strong voice, your delivery is unmatched

Your metaphors made it sure that you run rap

Gucci sweater with the Kango hats

When you was clubbin lumberjack with the hat to match

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

Like you was buggin

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

And murked the king

Probably some jerk who wasn't worth a thing

You gave the ladies all them words to sing

Gave the hustlers commandments to live by

My how the time has wizzed by

I know your proud of Jay, he a big guy

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis

Now it's Xbox 360, Playstation on the hip

But when it comes to this game

Ain't a damn thing changed

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

[Chorus:]

Your candle burned out

Way before your legend ever lived

I'll see to it that you live

Talking bout you to the kids

Like this man right here handled his biz

Anybody who heard him knows what it is

(Blew out too soon)

[repeat]

[Verse 2:]

You wrote my favorite song of all-time

Whoever pulled the trigger on you had a small mind

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

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

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

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

Ain't nobody better at putting emotion on the track

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

Man you had the juice

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

Man how I wish that was the truth

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

We sincerely miss you

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

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

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

[Chorus x2]

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

[from "Grand Theft Auto IV" soundtrack]

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

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

[Chorus]

[Joell:] Aww man [echoes]