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joe budden - the pump كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
and he still got jerz on his back
two-oh-one
nine-seven-three-nine-oh-eight

[verse]
hold up
[?] just spittin’ that new school
and i ain’t changin’ the game, i’m just givin’ it new rules
straight from jerz, it’s that kid
and the whole hood was hype about ya album ’til we heard that sh-t, yup
stay in ya lane, y’all fold, that’s plain
as paper, nah, it’s paper plane, nah, we ain’t the same
play ashton, and punk me losers
and i’ll dot ya face up, now you punky brewster
light-years ahead and beyond, scratch that
’cause i’m light-years ahead of my comp, scratch that
it’ll take ’em like ‘yeah’, light-years to comp
and even that right there’s a comp, now think about it
n-ggas got lip, but it ain’t no problem
i’ll get clips that look like it ain’t no bottom
dudes run around like a heartless [?]
’til i go and get the maggy, not marge’s daughter
n-ggas ain’t nice, y’all are garbage all year
and i’m done with this game, here’s a cartridge for ya
see him in a hoop, boys blowing ears all hard
two forty’s on his lap, not the sports bar
industry is [?], interscope’s rockin’
warner is now def jam and def jam’s arista
speakin of, try to jerk me, well
come back a buck fifty, not first week sales, n-gga
is this what you want?
guys and ya metaphors, i’m tired of metaphors
rummaged through your mixtape, i said ’em all
so as far as these new rappes? i bred ’em all
gave ’em style to run wit’, but now it’s done wit’
that sounds old joe
if n-ggas can’t tell that i’m the best then they hatin’, tryna clown ol’ joe
or they pc prolly download slow, but
keep talkin’ ’til a john doe spot ’em
or you hit a n-gga with the long nose like blossom
iron ain’t a thing, i’m always by myself
never no security, and i ain’t in a gang
know the bloods, know the crips, vice lords, and latin kings
respect they theme, but i know blue and red make green
and i’m about a buck, i don’t give a f-ck
i’ll beat remy in battle, all you b-tches with luck
f-cks, i got that ignorant sh-t you like
but clue keep censoring the sh-t do right
top of the gun slide, recline and revolve ’em
[?] and you’ll have ninety-nine problems too
truce? wanna hit me on the cell, i’m t-mo’
or sleep with the fishes, you can help find nemo
it’s armies on the strip, and it’s wars on the streets
so cop some’in’ that help you be all you can be
ya heard?

[outro]
this easy, man. this sh-t is way too easy, [?]. i do this sh-t almost like for a sport, man. rap circles around n-ggas, man, easy. matter fact, nah, let it run. [?]

- joe budden

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