Joe Budden feat. Fabolous, Lloyd Banks, and Royce Da 5’9, “Remember The Titans” (Lyrics + MP3)

18 Oct

New York puts on a show, but the Detroit tiger steals it.

MP3 via LowKey. Lyrics via me.

Lyrics:

(J-J-J-J-J. Cardim)

(Fabolous)

These niggas losin’ they minds, you find it, there’s 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 a boss they can’t clearly afford
Swear to the Lord, this gun’s like a audience
You put on a show, my 40 clearly applauds
Sittin’ fifth row, I might appear to be bored
Plottin’ on a Kanye, but screamin’ “Where’s my award?”
Ballin’ out of control, never won a ESPY
‘Bout to buy a black Ghost and name that shit SP
Flow out of this world, I’m comin’ for my Moonman
You niggas slide back like that “Walkin’ on the Moon” dance
No glitter gleam, handgun wit’ a beam
Have some boys follow you, street fam, Twitter team
Like you could fuck wit’ me, oh, did it seem?
Dr. King and Def Jam ain’t the only ones wit’ 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, lookin’ good, so I went and copped it
Got that TT poppin’ like a trendin’ topic
My ride matte black, my pride is that jacked
It might get your dog shot, even a cat smacked
Anyway, though, styles don’t apply to me
Jeff Goldblum couldn’t be more fly than me
Shawty say, right after the suck, fuck, poof
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 see my fucked up tooth
It’s fuck a bitch, it’s more fish in the aquarium
I rarely hear no, like when niggas ask you to marry them
There’s no lights in the place you buy your jerry from
Funeral Fab, I’m just here to bury them

(Joe Budden)

Reportin’ live from the Beacon, booth tired from the beatin’
Had foreplay all day, preppin’ the beat and the mic for a threesome
With my vocal, bicoastal, speedin’ ’til the ride’s totaled
Mr. Wi-Fi, I, the franchise, go-to
Magic, stand by locals
Watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the Pro Tools
I teach you how to have models screamin’ “Get behind me!”
E pills and Maybachs ain’t gon’ matter if your Tip is Tiny
Never mind me, we could get knee-deep in the beef
Seek me wit’ the heat, but you’ll need more to keep me on the 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 gammas, a few semis and a few snubs
To a few Crips, couple Vampires, and true Bloods
Gamblin’ in casinos, have a honey handin’ me my c-notes
To her I’m a modern-day Gambino
I’m careful er’ry step I take
You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray
That’ll 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 shootin’ at fags
Make sure the bread’s separated, and put the fruits in a bag
Withstand the hatred, dudes is fallin’ off doin’ all they can to save it
But everybody’s run stops, ask Brandon Jacobs
What y’all call swag, to me, is all faggotry
Fours wan’ blat at me, that’ll equal more casualties
Abort the strategy, or get attacked with that Duracell
They put in your back, now that’s assault and battery
You can keep the bitchin’ to yourself
There’s beams on every burner, these lasers a petition wouldn’t help
What good is havin’ shooters if they the type that miss?
Where I’m from, better be careful when you drive that whip
Niggas put they life at risk for pies that flip
In my town, Ben Affleck wouldn’t try that shit
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

(Lloyd Banks)

Acid out the baggie, this is more than dope, flawless flow
Fuckin’ off a sign, every whore I scoped to wore my robes
Strappin’ up, the corner cold, critical, unquestioned, my opponents know
I shoot like Kapono, watch me own the show
Chromatose, toasted, gettin’ money while I roam the coast
Stones and boats, mansion homes and hotes, 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’ll give you three of everything I wear, yeah
Models by the pier, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that’s outta here, rare, thousands by the chair, squares
Sleep on me, you can’t here, war with me is scurry
Get beat silly tryna lamp here, better bring your fury
Heat, I got a drop, Dampier, niggas try me barely
No one breathes, I need a aunt’s ear, Precious necessary
Got my mind on the cheddar, kill my haters together
Marry ’em in abundance, and starve they families’ stomachs
Paper come in my thumb it’s, brand new fifties and hundreds
On point, just like the drum is, I’m warnin’ 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 nigga spittin’ coke at ya

(Royce Da 5’9)

(Nickel!)
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 fuckin’ ears off, Twitpic ’em
Lord (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 shit, then y’all fall right off, it’s horrible
My oracle is all I offer, so before I borrow, yo
Won’t be here tomorrow flow, sorry, I will prob’ly adios
My body with somebody toast (Toast)
This shit just practice, sickest rappin’ Baptist, kill your pastor
Steal your Chap Stick, after that, make you kiss a cactus
Then take your hoe, make the hoe give the whole clique fellatio
Everyone (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 (Buffy the Body)
Don’t call us if the bitches ain’t flawless
If they are, then we can hang, like Aretha Franklin braless
The drunk me can box like the sober you
The sober me be more nervous than Waka Flocka in the votin’ booth
We beef like bein’ deep and dumpin’ Ks
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 jumpin’ out of a trunk in the desert
While my wolfpack looks for strippers and cocaine
Niggas snitchin’, it’s a shame, we call ’em male tattlers
Fiends touchin’ 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
So the car can fit the driver

2 Responses to “Joe Budden feat. Fabolous, Lloyd Banks, and Royce Da 5’9, “Remember The Titans” (Lyrics + MP3)”

  1. Mike October 18, 2010 at 7:50 PM #

    Good shit. Props

  2. therealnoggz November 16, 2010 at 11:31 PM #

    Noggz-Remember The Titans (Freestyle)

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