I Keep Thatによるコード 
Joe Budden 
N/A•
キー: E minor•
Verse 1
Em
D
Uh oh!
C
It's that time again!
D
It's been too long!
Em
It's family reunion!
D
C
We gotta school y to the game!
Bm
You know what, let's talk talk!
Em
Let's go!
Ain't nobody tryna rap on play me
I'll be at they crib with a couple hammers
and a black old Avey
Black on pay me,
still get to smack on Baisley
Cause I'm touchin' more diesel
than Shaq, old lady, boy
You did it, I done it, I get it,
I punish the shit that I come with
It separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss when I spit it, you love it
Matter fact, I'm a viking,
I need a whole village to plumage here
The nigga is here, the city is scared
You got the throne,
then I think I need to sit in your chair
We can really get physical here
And the sky's the limit, nigga,
I'll put your whole clique in the air
Baby, so quit playin' for the Clipse Bram
And have his ass MIA'd like Nick Saban
His whole shit caved in,
my whole clique caved in
Hard -bodied nigga,
my whole shit pavement
You can't spit if you dead in the ground
In the woods where you had to be found
And it's good that you gettin' it now
In the precinct confessin' it now
I can't fuck with the rest of you clowns
I am the silence before the storm
Linkin' Park to Audubon
Slang rock on the same block
that the water on
I be more than gone,
run and get your order form
Next time I record a song,
gon' put my daughter on
Cause she realer than most niggas
I tote triggers for you broke niggas
And gold diggers with no figures
That's why I palm the heater
for all you non -believers
I'm on your ass like white on rice,
I'm kinda Lisa
Better call a preacher,
you tryna get on her feet
You better get your casket,
bastard, I'm gon' eat ya
We ain't in the same weight class,
your fake ass
Couldn't stop a nigga with brake pads,
I'm way past
Anything that you ever did, I'm better kid
And we never sweat a bit,
it's easy to get a cig
In the bing, I'm like Bing Rains, I bring pain
I sling Kane off the wing like I'm King James
Y 'all doubting who?
When I spit the whole air
They be calling cold red
like Mountain Dew
Before I count to two,
you can get your back blown
Cause your gimmicks are
the minutes like a track phone
Get back homes, I'm back on my shit
I don't mingle, I'm like Pringle
Stackin' my chips, clappin' my fifth
You the test me type
Comin' out with a blade
to get Wesley Snipe
So the cops could arrest me, right?
It's not happenin'
You ain't never gon' get on,
so stop rappin' H2O
comin' this summer, so stop askin'
All heat like Wall Street,
it stopped crashin'
Now the feds wanna read his rights
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
I got passion, I'm blackin'
All my niggas gettin' this fetty
We in the Chevy and ready to pop taxin'
See whatever you try and do,
lil' niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by it, lil' nigga
Then die by the gun
See whatever you try and do,
lil' nigga I already done
And how the fuck you gon' win, lil' nigga
I already won
Ayo, money is the root of all evil, I thought
But when I'm broke
is when I usually had a evil
of thoughts
That's when the arms come out,
like sleeves when it's short
But more bullets than your favorite
wide receiver is caught
And that Randy Mossberg,
your Steve Smith from Wesson, yeah
Your shooters pop up like
instant messenger
You got mail, nah nigga, you got shells
And my Mac you can't use for iChat
A guy that confused that with live flat
And my dad is on leg like ThotTat,
E
I'd dat nigga
Em
Who you do?
Some broke niggas
who tryna get some YouTube views
Unless you wanna point blank,
boy, you're too close
Bells in pocket, this is lawyer Lou Lose
I'm pretty sure more hottie,
see me in that Ford Alrighty
Double pipes like it's sold off shawty, nigga
I float sickly, ridin', bumpin' old Biggie
Roll with me, I lose weight, Nicole Richie
Fuck flat and bone, reach diamond fame
I treat a nigga face like
that old Simon game
Figured out why men try us
Cause we OD on rims and thin tires
But that we live by is all it takes to punch
He ain't brave, we a punk
Put his family in boxes,
he's the Brady Bunch
Now y 'all feel y 'all selves
To kill y 'all selves
Us cowboys don't need you,
you built for ourselves
And you ain't gotta empty your pockets
when the K's out
Whatever you hold in this mind,
you my PayPal
You don't get how this guy is a threat
I make his life a net, pour a pie to the neck
Ride or die, do both, nigga,
ride to the death
For acapella, the whole left side of his neck
Not retiring,
still got that pension pendent
Tryna pop the hood
and see the engine missing
Double -barreled shotgun,
how your men get missing?
She got pretty brown eyes
and she ain't making this shit
No dig in the car, you dissing moi
Take the ratchet, go home,
it's just crisp and wide
Tell a bird like it is,
you promised abroad
I'll one -line him,
you Isaiah Thomas the broad
I can send a clip cartridge
at a nemesis target
And catch a R .O .R.
on some Genesix charges
Nah, I'll put the sting away
I don't even need a whole head,
do the flip,
I'm only takin' this one finger wave
Been in the big for days,
show you that I'm real
Come home to the truck
with the Optimus Prime grill
Handed out crack,
got the scene poppin' on
They not sleepin' on them,
the fiends is knottin' on
For real, so tell me, Cal,
you a thug and you Superman
I just seen you in the club
doin' a Superman
A bunch of clowns, hoes,
all I need in this world
Is the pound thrown off to the brimstone
Major paper, caked by the layers
If these dudes is live,
I'm the creative player
They callin' them kings when they so,
so hot
Something's wrong with that picture,
must be photoshopped
I don't promote violence,
but what's walkin' the flame?
BAM!
Arms start wavin'
like a Carlton Banks dance
When them tunes go poppin',
move whole blocks
Come around with your dog
or get Cujo shot
These MCs is lame,
I try to be an MC with brains
These niggas is MC brains
Bein' nice,
rappers is far from bein' nice
I'm on a rooftop record,
you niggas is bein' sniped
See, whatever you try and do,
lil' niggas, I already done, done
And since you wanna live by it,
lil' nigga, then die by the gun
See, whatever you try and do,
lil' niggas, I already done,
And how the fuck you gon' win,
lil' nigga, I already won, won
It's a wrap, no more
Go back to your regularly
scheduled room friends
This is a public service announcement
Staged by Killy V8
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