Joe Budden

Joe Budden - No Comment lyrics

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[Intro:]

Uh-ohhhh, uh-oh

Uh-ohhhhhh! That on top, ohh!

Ta-ha, Joey (yeah, shit go hard too)

No comment, no comment

Ta-ha, whole bunch of yappin

Jersey! That M.J. bullshit

Let me talk to 'em, l-look look look



[Verse 1]

Since the world don't revolve around me

(Then what?) Hoodie on, revolver on me

I'm the wrong one you wanna amp (why?)

Cause niggaz could get missin

like you straight out of LeBron's summer camp (ohh!)

Anytime the fed's see me

I tell 'em that the only thing FUCKERY here gets you an STD

My life, should be sold as a movie

From the (Slum dog) tryin to be a (Millionaire), no groupies

When did the civilians decide to be a thug?

Motivated by the hate (BUT) inspired by the love

Rappers sayin my name like it's a bright tactic

Jackson 5, put your (Mike) in a casket

Let the fans gas you and tell you you're nice

Be a legend in RAP, but a failure in life

For real, I don't think these dudes is spectacular

Pretty Ricky thugs who move like spectacular, nigga!



[Chorus:]

What up with you and so-and-so? Heard you got a diss

Don't know about THAT, but I know about this nigga

No comment (what) no comment (what)

No comment, I ain't got a comment

Bloggers, Twitter, Budden TV

No comment, y'all ain't gettin nothin from me

I said, no comment (what) no comment

No comment, I ain't got a comment



[Verse 2]

So I been called a snitch (BUT)

But I been called worse by better so let's skip over the lecture

That's a common lie (why?)

Cause if I ever call the cops it's only gon' be to report a homicide

How am I in beef? I walk about free

They only talk about YOU, when you talk about ME

So go ahead and act hard

And somebody gon' grab chalk (and) and turn the streets into a blackboard

So I'm supposed to put niggaz on a pedestal

for rappin 'bout a bunch of bullshit that they don't ever do

You look stupid when you go there

Say I'm only hot online you ain't heatin up nowhere

SHOT-gun in SHOT-gun, ride right past ya

Windows down, got every right to blast ya

No wonder he thinkin he'll provide a disaster

Cause bitches keep tellin him that size don't matter (ta-ha)



[Chorus w/ ad libs]



Things niggaz say I don't mind it

Say they lost respect for me, who the FRUCK is askin you to find it?

This is me practicin censorship

Since the new definition of real nigga is sensitive

In his interview, say I'm askin for a hearse

But couple months BACK he was askin for a verse

Only hurts is the team used to bump you

Now he look like a fiend, I should slump you



[Outro - ad libs to the end]




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