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Correct Warfare Lyrics
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[DJ On Point] Warfare, featuring Joell Ortiz (J.O., it's J.O.) (Is this what you want?) [Joe Budden] You're now hearing hip hop at it's finest I'm just criminal minded The Ed Hardy with the fine fit (oh) Track just started, no need to rewind it [Joell Ortiz] Me, I'm bringing fresh air back, I'm rap's heimlich Got 'em all sick is that vomit? You nasty Man I'll smack your skin if you feel you past it [Joe Budden] It's like we lions against Lassies Niggas ain't nice, they lying, the flow ass cheek I'm on the beat like Contra POW Steamroll over shit, I'm in a Tonka now This ain't about radio, see I'm beyond the dial But still strong arm a nigga, Pete Konda style (ow) [Joell Ortiz] The inserts of your album put my ganja out That sweeter than the lip gloss on Rihanna's mouth Y'all sleeping, in pajamas on your momma's couch I'm freaking, in the Bahamas throwing condoms out [Joe Budden] Hold up dog, these felons ain't predicates, hands castle delicate Metal spit, leave 'em on the field like Everett (oh) I does my own stunts, like the Jackie Chan movie Mismatch, belt Prada but the pants Louie If you ain't fair to me, then your whole camp sushi Rockin Iceberg when niggaz didn't understand Snoopy Damn moolies, chain of command's ran through me You and your man uzi, +Slow Down+ like Brand Nubie Can't do me, grant to me, like a man groupie If that's the number one pick, then he Sam Bowie And I hate to blow a homie on your mans You ain't Kid Rock, can't box the Tommy with your hands, motherfucker [Joell Ortiz] I was really in the lobby with the grands trynin'to take guap In the hallway, all day, is or it ain't hot Listen to Hot 9, like what do they got That I don't, With a blindfold I see everyone they say's hot It's too easy, I'm feeling like I'm a cheater (why?) The flow heavy, yours light like a slice of pita When moms was pregnant she was lighting reefer That's why I'm nice, in the middle of Alaska I'll write a heater I'm just cool and rough, hoody matching my Adidas Pants with the permanent wrinkles like I am Ian Eagle I will make every last one of you guys believers Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm playing timer's keeper [Joe Budden] Treat me like a big brother, slash fifth tucker Let the cig snuff you, you a kid, fuck ya Cocked AK, Mayday, listening to Dre Day Can't call me, dick in the mouth, something like Ray J They like Steve Irwin up against the stingray Heat up like ging ray, when something with the beans spray [Joell Ortiz] Uh, take a sip of E&J, then a little puff or two Get some butt, then kick out the slut, you's a bugaboo Weak dressers, in the ring I'm Mr. Wonderful Paul Orndorff, man y'all all soft and huggable Y'all dealing with a pro here, that don't care Y'all stiff and worn out like a closet with old gear And I ain't going nowhere Producers know I'm the best thing over those snares But you speakers whack, Ortiz I overdose like the needle's packed I be's in a zone, then I give the speakers back [Joe Budden] Hold up Joell, the Ether's back See I'm rap's Larry Johnson, redid my contract, now the Chief is back So blame it on fatigue Have you like Greg Oden, injured before your first game in the league I'm spending old faces, niggas took my style Gotta steal my own shit back like O.J. did Might size you and your spouse, have guys go in your house With ridges on the nose of the rifle like OW! POW!
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