[Joe Budden] 

Whoever thought that, taking over the world would take 

longer than 3 years 

I know I didn't shit 

Matter of fact it ain't, it ain't been 3 years yet 

Well the takeover is coming 

I know you hear 'em coming 

It feel like '03 yet? 

You in that mood yet?!?! 

I just like sayin that shit 

That shit just sound good 

Jersey! 

The king of New Jersey 

World Takeover 



You got some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna *scratches* 

Some wanna shoot 'em on site *scratches* 

Some, some wanna shoot 'em on site *scratches* Some 

Some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna shank me 

Put him out to dry, you got some wanna hang me 

Then I pissed 'em off, or made some of 'em angry 

All I did for this hood I THOUGHT niggaz would thank me 

And I could give a fuck bout where none of you rank me 

Him, him, them, son none of 'em ain't me 

I worked hard to get here, now that I got here 

They want me gone, they tryna treat Joe like a Yankee 

[gun shots] (Is this what you want?!) 



Some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna shank me 

Put him out to dry, you got some wanna hang me 

Then I pissed 'em off, or made some of 'em angry 

All I did for this hood I THOUGHT niggaz would thank me 

And I could give a fuck bout where none of you rank me 

Him, him, them, son none of 'em ain't me 

I worked hard to get here, now that I got here 

They want me gone, they tryna treat Joe like a Yankee 

Mic check 1,2 

I say what I mean, I mean what I say what I feel 

Do whatever I want to 

Got into something you can't undo 

I piss in whatever subway your train of thought gotta run through 

I'm by my lonely, so I might let the hawk show 

Any block, I double-park, get out and walk slow 

And nowadays niggaz like listenin to bullshit, its obvious 

Even Tyra got a talk show 

Left the Sidekick home, took the old school pager 

I wanna believe there's no such thing as a hater 

Do something for somebody, they expect something in return 

Now there's no such thing as a favor 

Soon as I stop smoking, blunts come out in flavors 

I think of New Orleans when I step out in gators (talk to 'em) 

Some dudes starving, their ribs just keep touchin 

My shoulder nicknamed me Chicago, I keep brushing 

E'ry nationwide artist ain't national 

Rappers appear to be dicks that really vaginal 

E'ry Capo out there ain't seeing capital 

And everybody's rationale really ain't rational (oh!) 

So when I'm toting the 5 

I rep Willy's and Jers, I don't need to be on Ocean Drive 

See the white tee wit my cig lit 

I'm Larry Brown, New York is fucked up so they signed me to fix shit 

When beef come I'm never tryna find me a biscuit 

Late night I'm never tryna find me a quick trick 

Call me I'll tell you how stupid a bitch get 

I know they every move, see me on that kid shit 

They wanna bring harm to you 

Front like they really got a bond with you 

Like 'member I went to the prom with you (nah!) 

Fuck dude got not choice but to bong at you 

Mans ain't gorilla, so better have King Kong with you 

He's bitch see the lypo on him 

Caravan might ride slow on him, mu'fucker 

I might let this lil red light glow on him 

Hope he walk round wit Geico on him, mu'fucker 

Look, pardon you fags, Yea I heard part of your raps 

It's all wack, how you start to get gassed 

And this rap shit is like reality TV 

It's totally different from what it's marketed as 

Know the game's fucked up, no I can't call it quits 

Can't knock me down, and I won't fall and trip 

I gotta just milk this shit for all it gives 

No chain on but 10 mortgages 

So naw fam, don't wanna talk or just chit-chat 

Fell down liftin the pound just from the kick back 

Dudes got a problem wit me, just a snitch that 

Ask anybody, I'm the wrong one to get at 

Get that? 



She so stupid, I'ma get her talk 

some of that good phone sex shit we be doin 

Aight, take me from the mu'fuckin tippity