Give Me A Reason Testo

Testo Give Me A Reason

Whoahhhhhhhhh, whoa Ladies and gentlemen, you now rockin with the best (Geah) Jersey City, stand up Patterson, stand up Off top.. Just Blaze! [Joe Budden] Hold up nigga, slow up nigga Don't start a war unless your dough's up, nigga Know what nigga? Joe's up nigga Y'all shouldn't cry about it, grow up nigga Guess what y'all? I know magic I could make your pulse dissapear and no hat trick Death threats - it ain't phase me When I bring the T-Mac through the Rucker y'all, it ain't Tracy Sewed up nigga, low cut nigga So keep talin bout your wrists froze up nigga You might see 30 whips roll up nigga We be at the pawn shop givin your Rol' up nigga Just wanted to make that known, you seen _New Jersey Drive_ Round here, leave that Maybach home Before we vick that homes, we be on y'all jerks You'll find out the hard way if your On*Star works, cause [Chorus: repeat 2X] I don't, need a reason to bust my guns So don't, give me reason to bust my guns You might, be the reason I bust my gun (Pa-pow, pa-pow - pa-pow, pa-pow) [Joe Budden] 'Til my day's up nigga, stay up nigga Play Tony Montana, get your face cut nigga That goes out to all of you play thug niggaz How you want it, long nose or the trey snub nigga? Return and die dog, if I start clappin in your crib Nah I ain't tryin to turn the lights off Trapped on the chain, got the jewels and cape Be like Jared, Subways made him lose his weight, but look I'm bout gettin money for all races Only oldie but goodie I know is small faces Wait, make you sure you heard right; woulda been put the hit out But I ain't tryin to get my third strike Lace up nigga, say what nigga? Your Maybelline raps that you make-up nigga Wake up nigga, stakes up nigga For all my locked-down and my cased-up niggaz, cause [Chorus] [Joe Budden] Who's that nigga? New cat nigga Don't disrespect, don't do that nigga Hate to hear the sound of the tool clap nigga Dual strap nigga when I do black niggaz First hand with a three-eighty kickback Brains on your lap dog, babysit that Look, it's my turf, get up off the stoop now I'm Omar Epps, who got the "Juice" now? Street love nigga, G's up nigga You lookin for a loan on your re-up nigga Haters might wanna put hollows in ya When you're young black spendin like a lotto winner y'know I'm grown up now, I'm done with Jake When I say pounds y'all I'm talkin bout London cake I can serve it to you uncut or somethin baked Hope you ready for me folks, cause I'm comin your way, cause [Chorus] - fades out

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