Give Me Reason (Explicit)
Joe Budden"Give Me Reason (Explicit)" is a song by Joe Budden, released in 2003 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:46 long and contains 59 lines and 475 words.
Lyrics
0:02Album by: Joe Budden
0:03Artist by: Joe Budden
0:04Whoahhhhhhhhh whoa
0:04Ladies and gentlemen you now rockin with the best
0:10（Geah） Jersey City stand up
0:13Patterson stand up
0:16Off top Just Blaze
0:20Hold up ni**a slow up ni**a
0:21Don't start a war unless your dough's up ni**a
0:23Know what ni**a Joe's up ni**a
0:26Y'all shouldn't cry about it grow up ni**a
0:29Guess what y'all I know magic
0:30I could make your pulse dissapear and no hat trick
0:33Death threats - it ain't phase me
0:35When I bring the T-Mac through the Rucker y'all it ain't Tracy
0:37Sewed up ni**a low cut ni**a
0:40So keep talin bout your wrists froze up ni**a
0:42You might see 30 whips roll up ni**a
0:44We be at the pawn shop givin your Rol' up ni**a
0:47Just wanted to make that known you seen _New Jersey Drive_
0:49Round here leave that Maybach home
0:51Before we vick that homes we be on y'all jerks
0:53You'll find out the hard way if your On*Star works cause
0:56I don't need a reason to bust my guns
0:58So don't give me reason to bust my guns
1:00You might be the reason I bust my gun
1:03（Pa-pow pa-pow - pa-pow pa-pow）
1:06'Til my day's up ni**a stay up ni**a
1:07Play Tony Montana get your face cut ni**a
1:10That goes out to all of you play thug niggaz
1:19How you want it long nose or the trey snub ni**a
1:23Return and die dog if I start clappin in your crib
1:25Nah I ain't tryin to turn the lights off
1:28Trapped on the chain got the jewels and cape
1:29Be like Jared Subways made him lose his weight but look
1:31I'm bout gettin money for all races
1:34Only oldie but goodie I know is small faces
1:36Wait make you sure you heard right; woulda been put the hit out
1:38But I ain't tryin to get my third strike
1:41Lace up ni**a say what ni**a
1:43Your Maybelline raps that you make-up ni**a
1:46Wake up ni**a stakes up ni**a
1:50For all my locked-down and my cased-up niggaz cause
1:53Who's that ni**a New cat ni**a
1:54Don't disrespect don't do that ni**a
1:56Hate to hear the sound of the tool clap ni**a
1:59Dual strap ni**a when I do black niggaz
2:04First hand with a three-eighty kickback
2:14Brains on your lap dog babysit that
2:24Look it's my turf get up off the stoop now
2:27I'm Omar Epps who got the ＂Juice＂ now
2:30Street love ni**a G's up ni**a
2:31You lookin for a loan on your re-up ni**a
2:34Haters might wanna put hollows in ya
2:36When you're young black spendin like a lotto winner y'know
2:39I'm grown up now I'm done with Jake
2:41When I say pounds y'all I'm talkin bout London cake
2:43I can serve it to you uncut or somethin baked
2:46Hope you ready for me folks cause I'm comin your way cause
Album by: Joe Budden Artist by: Joe Budden Whoahhhhhhhhh whoa Ladies and gentlemen you now rockin with the best （Geah） Jersey City stand up Patterson stand up Off top Just Blaze Hold up ni**a slow up ni**a Don't start a war unless your dough's up ni**a Know what ni**a Joe's up ni**a Y'all shouldn't cry about it grow up ni**a Guess what y'all I know magic I could make your pulse dissapear and no hat trick Death threats - it ain't phase me When I bring the T-Mac through the Rucker y'all it ain't Tracy Sewed up ni**a low cut ni**a So keep talin bout your wrists froze up ni**a You might see 30 whips roll up ni**a We be at the pawn shop givin your Rol' up ni**a Just wanted to make that known you seen _New Jersey Drive_ Round here leave that Maybach home Before we vick that homes we be on y'all jerks You'll find out the hard way if your On*Star works cause I don't need a reason to bust my guns So don't give me reason to bust my guns You might be the reason I bust my gun （Pa-pow pa-pow - pa-pow pa-pow） 'Til my day's up ni**a stay up ni**a Play Tony Montana get your face cut ni**a That goes out to all of you play thug niggaz How you want it long nose or the trey snub ni**a Return and die dog if I start clappin in your crib Nah I ain't tryin to turn the lights off Trapped on the chain got the jewels and cape Be like Jared Subways made him lose his weight but look I'm bout gettin money for all races Only oldie but goodie I know is small faces Wait make you sure you heard right; woulda been put the hit out But I ain't tryin to get my third strike Lace up ni**a say what ni**a Your Maybelline raps that you make-up ni**a Wake up ni**a stakes up ni**a For all my locked-down and my cased-up niggaz cause Who's that ni**a New cat ni**a Don't disrespect don't do that ni**a Hate to hear the sound of the tool clap ni**a Dual strap ni**a when I do black niggaz First hand with a three-eighty kickback Brains on your lap dog babysit that Look it's my turf get up off the stoop now I'm Omar Epps who got the ＂Juice＂ now Street love ni**a G's up ni**a You lookin for a loan on your re-up ni**a Haters might wanna put hollows in ya When you're young black spendin like a lotto winner y'know I'm grown up now I'm done with Jake When I say pounds y'all I'm talkin bout London cake I can serve it to you uncut or somethin baked Hope you ready for me folks cause I'm comin your way cause
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