Buddens (Remix)

[Intro]

We got a problem Houston,

Not Marques Houston or his little rapping side kick

We got a real motherfuckin' problem

And it's only gon' be one of these songs

After that I'ma knock your motherfuckin' ass out

[Verse 1]

Bitch niggas get put in the coffin

With all that psychopath talking

You listening to the Source and I ain't from Boston

I'm gang banging, wear G-6's

Call em' how I see em', these niggas is bitches

And Clue put this nigga on a song and now its G-Unit

And I came to get it on

You ain't hot, nigga you lukewarm

I'll hog tie your ass with G-Unit shoes on

You had Pump It Up that was a cool song

You only sold 10 records nigga now move on

Talking about you got ratchets and tools on

When you was at the all-star game with no jewels on

I can't believe I gave you dap

With the .45 on me I should of gave you that

Pistol whipped you laid you flat

Jump Off Buddens, nah, disgrace to a Yankee hat

And its time to state my biz

Only nigga pushing rock in jersey is Jason Kidd

You a phony, nigga, I'll erase your wig

Have you running to the church like Mason did

[Hook]

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

[Verse 2]

You don't know me fool

To diss me on Dj Clue

I don't need no assistance to dig you a ditch

And any problem I got I just put my clip in

You fake like Janet's titty

One call 300 Bloods in Atlantic city

You Bad Boy? Then dance like Diddy

I give celebrity beat downs

I bring the camera with me

On that mixtape shit you knew my man was 50

And I keep something chrome in them tanish dickeys

Smoke niggas like a gram of sticky

And I know my way to Harlem ill take you to bransons with me

Come to Compton you'll vanish quickly

I got niggas in the hood that'll kill you for a can of Mickey's

Gangs of L.A. we never die

And we'll let hollow tips fly at Joe

[Hook]

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

[Verse 3]

I drive through the desert storm kick up dust

Red and blue rags hanging out of pick up trucks

Get Banks on the phone, nigga hit Young Buck

Tell em' we got a problem with this dumb fuck

You was just in the city of angels

In the W lobby in the presence of gangsters

I'm the nigga that'll beat you with the stainless

And leave you alive so you can run and tell stain

Bitch, I got niggas in Jersey that'll hang you

I'm a Los Angeles King with New York rangers

And you lucky Yayo got that beeper on his ankle

Joe Budden's the true definition of a wankster

[Hook]

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

[Outro]

This nigga try to act like he ain't know what the fuck he was doin'

You knew what you was doing, nigga, stop lyin' to the fuckin' people, nigga

Gone jump on a freestyle, nigga, on that fly shit

Try to diss G-Unit, nigga

And I'm on the fuckin' first verse

You ain't slick, nigga, I caught that shit like a muthafuckin' Greg Maddox fast ball, nigga

50 get Dre on the phone

See if that nigga remember what Joe Budden's second single was, 'cause I don't

I took a survey in the hood, nigga

Went to the projects asked bitches if they feelin' your shit

They was like "no", haha

I went to the hood asked niggas if they was feelin' your shit

They was like "no"

Than I went to Jersey, caught me a fuckin' flight, man, took my last 500 dollars, man

Flew to Jersey, asked niggas in Jersey if they like your shit

They was like "no", so I said "fuck it, I'ma take this nigga mutha fuckin' head off"

Blackwall Street, Aftermath, G-G, G-Unit

You know what it is, nigga

And you know where to find me