Joe Budden ft Joell Ortiz – Follow Your Lead Lyrics

Joe Budden ft Joell Ortiz – Follow Your Lead

[Joe Budden - Verse 1]
uh, I got bitches on my dick, I don’t want em there.
closet full of brand names, I don’t wanna wear
everybody got advice that I don’t wanna hear,
World in ya palm, but you don’t wanna share, still, I’m followin’ you.
are you leadin’ me with the weapons drawn?
co-dependent on her, but got me in bed alone.
you say if you love it, let it go.
nothin’ set in stone, plus every rock they throw, I use as a stepping stone.
got questions, say the answers better left unknown.
no I may not never see you, I should know you never gone.
so I break the mirror cause, everything it’s showin’ me is wrong.
grab your hand and go along, cause I’m followin’ you.
say I should be pleased, what if I’m saddened?
always say I been through worse, what if I haven’t?
but if that holds true, here’s the lesson,
if you keep your head down, you might miss out on the blessing.
sing!

[Chorus]
I don’t need the money, I don’t need the fame.
I don’t need the lifestyle, I don’t need the pain.
I don’t need the clubs, I don’t need the cars.
none of that really matters to me.
I dont want the bad bitch, I don’t want the strain.
I dont want the highs, enough shit on the brain.
I dont want whatevers gonna help me be sane,
I just wanna follow your lead.

[Joe Budden - Verse 2]
you sayin’, “follow my lead, follow, follow my lead”
brought me to my knees, she must wanna holla at me.
when the World feel like swallowin’ me,
when every decision costly, and I ain’t got a dolla on me.
check it, I don’t wanna pretend, I don’t wanna live a lie.
I don’t wanna be judged, dont wanna be criticized.
I dont wanna talk, there nothin’ I wanna say,
boy, I let em get to know me, the more they just runaway.
and that, must be your way of sayin’ we should stay together.
I know how to f-ck it up, more then I can make it better.
I figured folk around me would learn to take it better,
instead of tryna change me, I been this way forever.
time will reveal, more will be shown.
you pushed it, I thought the door closed on it’s own.
but uh, nevermind what caused it, livin’ a dream,
nothin’ in this World powerful enough to pause it.
sing!

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden - Verse 3]
sayin’ “follow my lead, follow, follow my lead.”
cig in my mouth, perscription bottle by me.
and even when I think you might be making a mistake,
I may not know the destination but I make it there safe.
check it, when I feel like I can’t get weaker, uh
you always come and make a cameo or feature.
I’m good with my insanity and fevers
cause Pac’s looking from heaven saying “They ain’t understand me neither”
alotta times you leave me exposed,
and laugh at me, still thinking I could be in control.
help me weather the storm, altogether I ain’t norm.
cause I always disagree, though you aint never been wrong.
listen, I was feeling nearly unstoppable,
and now I’m facing what appeared to be impossible.
feeling unimportant enough to have to bother you.
but I’m down here alone nigga, all I got is you.

[Chorus]

[Female voice]
uh, follow my lead.
ohhh, follow my lead.

[Joell Ortiz]
(Check it, YAOWA)
I can’t fit it all in a 16,
the night that I was tipsy,
and all them bullets just missed me.
the day they rushed the block,
I was strapped, but they didn’t frisk me.
why I ain’t f-ck that stripper?
don’t ask, and now she sick B.
the drop on that jewelry store for 50.
and I backed out last minute like “nah, this shit look risky”
one of my mans dead, the other one in pikipsy?
‘nother one in the feds, he’ll be there until he’s sixty.
I wanna thank you for the blessings and the gifts.
and the lessons and the messages they left, I get the drift.
f-ck the cheddar or whatever, it don’t measure up to this.
I mean, never did I ever not remember you exsist.
when I hop up out my bed, hands together,
and our wish, is what you is from the heart,
inside my chest, you let it tick.
I love you from my soul, with every spiritual molecule.
f-ck twitter, all a n-gga gotta do is follow you.

Joe Budden - Remember The Titans lyrics

Joe Budden Ft. Lloyd Banks - Remember The Titans

Verse 1 - Fabolous]
These n-ggas losing their minds
you find that theres no reward
they say they already home
it’s really clear they abroad
they sound like they boxed in
it’s not just where they record
there’s a cost to be the boss they can’t clearly afford
swear to the Lord, theres guns like the audience
you put on a show, my 40 clearly applauds
sittin’ fifth row, I might appear to be bored
plotting on a Kanye, but screaming where’s my award
ballin out of control, never won an ESPY
bout to buy a black ghost and call that sh-t SP
flow outta this World, I’m coming for my Moon man
you n-ggas slide back like that walkin on the moon dance
no glitter glean, handgun with a beam
have some boys follow you, street fam, twitter team
like you could f-ck with me
oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam aint the only ones with a dream
I’m a grown ass man, this kid a teen
you’re a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream
Audi coupe looking good so I went and copped it
got that TT poppin’ like a trending topic
my ride is matt black
my pride is that jack
it might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked
anyway though, styles don’t apply to me
Jeff Goldblum couldn’t be more fly to me
shorty say right after the suck f-ck proof
you hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose
you shoulda got the message that I chuck up deuce
break em off and leave it
you seen my f-cked up tooth
it’s f-cka bitch, there’s more fish in the aquarium
I rarely hear no, like when n-ggas ask you to marry them
there’s no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from
funeral fab, I’m just here to bury them

[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
Reporting live from the beacon
booth tired from the beatin
had foreplay all day
prepin’ the beatin’ the mic for a threesome
with my vocal’s bi-coastal, speakin til their eyes totaled
Mr wi-fi, out a franchise go to
magic, standby local’s
watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the pro-tools
I teach you how to have models screaming get behind me
e-pills and maybach’s aint gon matter if your tip is tiny
nevermind me, we could get knee deep in the beef
seek me with the heat but you’ll need more to keep me on a leash
here’s a cc for the peeps that wanna see me in the streets
invest in Rockports and be easy on your feet
give a few hammers, a few semi’s and a few snubs to a few crips,
couple vampire’s and true bloods
gambling in casino’s, have a hundred handing me my c-notes
the modern day gambino
I’m careful every step I take
you the n-gga walk up in a shootout with some pepperspray
that’d be the last mistake you ever make
me I chop his head off from a rooftop
and race it downstairs just to see if I can catch his fade
like groceries when I’m shooting at fags
make sure the breads separated and put the fruits in a bag
withstand the hatred
dudes is falling off doing all they can to save it
but everybodys run stops ask Brandon Jacobs
what y’all call swag to me is all faggotry
fours want blatt at me that’d equal more casualties
Abort the strategy
or get attacked with that Duracell they put in your back
now thats assault and battery
you can keep the b-tching to yourself
there’s beams on every burner
these lasers, a petition wouldn’t help!
what good is having shooters if they the type that miss?
where I’m from, better be careful when you drive that whip
N-ggas put they life at risk for pies that flip
in my town Ben Affleck wouldnt try that sh-t
and if he did he’d get turned around burnt down
tell ‘em new jacks it’ll be a while fore they eligible to earn the crown

[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
Acid out the baggie
this is more than dope
flawless flow
f-cking off a sign every horoscope to wore my robes
strappin up the corner cold, critical
unquestioned, my opponents know
I shoot like capono, watch me own the show
chromatose, toasted, getting money while I roam the coast
stones and boats, mansions, homes, and hopes
I deserve ‘em both, overdose
time to earn my votes, watch me turn the volts
voltage through a hater, this electric chair, danger
yeah, I see ya
now make way fore it turn to diarrhea
hear a microphone will give you 3 of everything I wear yeah
models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
style thats outta here, rare, thousands by the chair, square
sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary
get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your theory heat
I got a drop damp here, n-ggas try me barely
No one breathes, I need an ants ear, precious necessary
got my mind on the cheddar kill my haters together
bury em in abundance and starve there family’s stomach’s
paper come in my thumbage, brand new fifties and hundreds
On point, just like the drum is
I’m warning them baby mothers
got the hunger of a broke rapper
kill you while I’m rollin up then smoke after
catch you at your show, snatch ya, empty out the dough faster
Bentley off the scene, magnum Mo splasher, four packer
southside n-gga spittin coke at ya!

[Verse 4 - Royce Da 5’9"]
This is for the fronters and the naysayers
I’m about to scare away the drummers and the bass players
they say I’m out of my league on this one
so when I get done I want you to cut your f-ckin ears off, Twitpic ‘em!
Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity
you gon be around here bout long as Justin Bieber’s virginity
this is Jesus identity, mixed with weed
Hennessey, kennedy, king
mixed with a kill or be killed, killer regime
ill as you seen, switch
Y’all write all that hard sh-t then you fall right off, it’s horrible
my oracle is all I offer, so before I borrow
you won’t be here tomorrow flow
sorry, I will probably Adios my body with somebody toast
this sh-t just practice
sickest rapping Baptist
kill your pastor, steal your chapstick
after that make you kiss a cactus
then, take your hoe, make the hoe give the whole clique fellatio
everyone, that wasn’t the whole entourage on HBO
Then after that, I tell her, I can’t do much with you, shawty!
I just found out I could fly to Dubai and hire buffy the body!
dont call us if the bitches ain’t flawless
if they are then we can hang like Aretha Franklin bra-less
the drunk me can box like the sober you
the sober me be more nervous than Waka Flocka in the voting booth
we beef like being deep and dumping K’s
you beef like Lady Gaga and her stylist
y’all get together to look good in front of a bunch of gays
my feng shui is a pump in the desert
you’ll come up shorter than an Asian jumping out of a trunk in the desert
while my wolfpack looks for strippers and cocaine
n-ggas snitching, it’s a shame
we call em male tattlers
fiends touching they noses more than URL battlers
it’s hard to spit saliva when you spit fire
so I’ll just pour sugar in your gas tank
put a banana in your tailpipe
ah ha, so the car can fit the driver

Joe Budden - Stuck In The Moment Lyrics

Joe Budden - Stuck In The Moment

When the night falls, and the smoke clears
Millions of miles away, yet they so near
I remember memories, so I’m never lead astray
When tomorrow comes I know it’s only due to yesterday
Without a boundary, check my latitute
New attitude, see I’m grateful for having grattitude
I’m not complacent, but got no regrets
Few hatin niggas want to see me regress
Deep breath, life is too short for me to be stressed
Interpret ice grillin and their way of sayin he’s blessed
You wanna hate, I got my own show, be my guest
Remember doctors used to tell me I was depressed
At the time was dating a model with double d chest
Till I thought, then she laughed that shit off and said these’s F’s
Before I bought my first gun, was already armed
Teach you bout coof, little bit of class heavy charm
Used to get my laughs(?), for a nice chain, heavy charm
High school drop out, but went to every prom
Now everyone I went to high school with
They 30 years plus still on some high school shit
Seems like all the fly niggas, and bitches that was well off
Is junk head high niggas, all the bitches fell off
From surgery, rappin to niggas that never heard of me
Burglaries, dappin up niggas that want to murder me
If you close minded, I call that an emergency
Blind fold yourself as if there’s nothin more to further see
Honestly that’s absurd to me
If the sky is the limit then where is the urgency
I embrace life, I’m so carefree
I won’t judge y’all if you don’t care to be
Just know no matter who you are, the right system
Can turn a role player into a superstar
I’m talking rock bottom, a whole ‘nother teir
Stuck in the moment made me move to a whole ‘nother year
How’d I become straight forward, no baggage
Y’all can run from the past, I’ma make my way towards it
Nigga I remember stage fright
Back when I didn’t know if I could rock the stage right
Who knew I’d end up being the nicest
My point, hard to come up short when shit is priceless
Hard to come up short when shit is priceless
I can’t explain it, I just gotta embrace it
But something got me feeling this way
Instead of running, I’m waiting here for it
Cause nothin ever felt this great
I’m stuck in the moment
Stuck in the moment, the moment
Stuck in the moment, the moment
Stuck in the momentbold;"