Family Reunion

Joe Budden - Family Reunion (Bonus Remix)

Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me

I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV

Black gon pay me still get the smack on Baisly

Cause I'm touchin more diesel than Shaq old lady boy

You did it I done it I get I punish

The *******t that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach

I'm the boss when I spit it you love matta fact I'm a Viking

I need a whole village to plumage yea

The ***** is here the city is scared

You got the throne then I think I need to sit in ya chair

We could really get physical here and the sky's the limit *****

I'll put the whole clique in the air baby

So quit playin fore the clip spray em

And have his ass M.I.A. like Nick Saban

His whole *******t caved in my whole clique cave men

Hardbody ***** my whole *******t pavement

You can't spit if you dead in the ground

In the woods where ya head'll be found

And its good that you getting it now in the prescient confessin it now

I can't ***** wit the rest of you clowns ******

I am the silence before the storm Lincoln 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 realla than most *****s I tote trigga

For you broke ***** and gold diggas wit no figga

That's why I palm the heater for all you non believers

I'm on ya ass like white on rice on Condoleezza

Betta con the preacher you tryna get on a feature

Betta get ya casket bastard I'm gon eat cha

We ain't in the same weight class ya fake ass

Couldn't stop a ***** wit brake pads I'm way pass

Anything that you ever did I'm betta kid

And we never sweat a bid it's easy to get a sig

In the bing I'm like Ving Rhames I bring pain

I sling cane off the wing like I'm King James

Yall doubtin who when I spit the whole lead

They be callin code read like Mountain Dew

Fore I count to 2 you can get cha back blown

Cause ya gimmicks out of minutes like a track phone

Get back holmes im back on my *******t

I don't mangle I'm like Pringles stackin my chips

Clappin my fifth you the test me types

Comin out wit a blade and get Wesley Sniped

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 ya stock cra*******n

Now the fed wanna read his rights

Lord have mercy Jesus Christ I got passion

Im blackin all my *****s getting this fetti

We in the chevy and ready to pop tags in

So whatever you tryna do lil *****s I already done

And since you wanna live by it lil ***** then die by the gun

See whatever you tryna do lil *****s I already done

So how the ***** you gon win lil ***** when I already won

Ayo money is the root of evil I thought

But when I'm broke is when I usually have the evilest thoughts

That's when the arms come out like sleeves when it's short

Wit more bullets than ya favorite wide receiver has caught

And that Randy Mos******erg ya Steve Smith and Wesson ya

The shoes pop up like instant messenger

You've got mail nah ***** you got shells

And my mac you can't use for iChat

A guy that confused that will lie flat

And my gat is on leg like thigh tap

I that ***** who you dudes

Some broke *****s who tryna get some youtube views

Unless you wanna point blank boy ya too close

Bails in pocket this is Lawyer Lou Los

I'm pretty sure more hotties see me in that 4 door roddie

Double pipes like a sawed off shotty

I flow sickly ridin bumpin old biggie

Roll wit me or lose wait Nicole Richie

***** plat if I don't reach diamond fame

Ill treat a ***** face like that old simon game

I figured out why men try us cause we o-d on rims and thin tires

For that we Len Bias

All it takes a punch he ain't brave he a punk

I'll put his family in boxes meet the Brady Bunch

How yall feel yall selves Shaquille yall selves

Us cowboys don't need you you Bill Parcell

And you ain't gotta empty ya pockets when the K's out

Whatever you holdin is mine you my Paypal

See I don't get how this guy is a treat

I'll make his life a net por pie to the neck

Ride or die or do both ***** ride to the death

I'll acapella the whole left side of his chest

Not retiring still got that pension pendin

Tryna pop the hood and see the engine messin

Double barrel shotgun how ya men get missin

She got pretty brown eyes and she in mint condition

Or the sig in the car you dissin muah

Get the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit

I tell a bird like it is you promise the broad

I one line her you Isaiah Thomas the broad

I can send a clip cartridge at a nemesis target

And catch a R.O.R. on some Jena 6 charges

Nah I put the thing away

I don't even need a whole handle to flip em all it takes is one finger wave

But in the bing for days show you how I'm real

Come home to the truck with the Optimus Prim grille

Handin out crack got the scene poppin off

They not sleepin on em the fiends is noddin off

For real tell me how you a thug and you Superman (*****)

I just seen you in the club doing the Superman (I Said *****!)

A bunch of clowns holmes all

I need in this world is the pound chrome Huxtable brownstone

Major paper cake by the layers

If these dudes is live I'm the created player

They callin em kings when they so so hot

Somethings wrong wit that picture must be photoshopped

I don't promote violence but when sparking the flame Blam

Arms start waving like the Carlton Banks dance

When them tools go pop it move whole blocks

Come around wit cha dog or get Kujo shot

These emcee's is lame I tryta be an emcee wit brains

These *****s is M.C. Brain

Yeah nice rapper just far from bein nice

Im on the rooftop recordin and *****s is bein sniped

That's light

So whatever you tryna do lil *****s I already done

And since you wanna live by it lil ***** then die by the gun

See whatever you tryna do lil ***** I already done