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Joe Budden - Spring Training lyrics
We gonna need more than a block, we monopolizing
 Nah, I'm not rapping, I'm prophesizing
 Quite simply, seat back, diamond white Bentley
 Approach it I might empty, since I never gave a FUCK
 Ain't nothing you can say that might offend me
 Not when only reason shorty's in the ride is to ? me
 When you do a little better they begin to hate ya
 So I keep animals with me, it's just in my nature
 If you don't wanna hear the real then I ain't finna make ya
 You just keep hearing what's coming from them incinerators
 But when they show the hatred is when you know you made it
 Me, I been to hell and back the shit is over rated
 But every day could be your last, so if trouble met me
 He'll be with a few of viagras and a couple beckys
 You want a crash course? Know the damages
 I promise y'all that if I got high I'd smoke Canibus
 From best to worst, from legend to barely here
 Since they repo'd your prime this shit ain't really fair
 Losing his mind, somebody better set him straight
 Lost Buckingham Palace, now it's Section 8
 In '012 why rep that hard?
 And who the fuck dug him up from Wyclef's backyard?
 But off him, not a part of you is trife
 And you can't afford the drama when your Arsenal's a knife
 No heart in you to survive, nigga living like an orphan
 Beefing bout New Jersey but you living in New Orleans
 I ain't even got to stab you, far from a threat
 I don't get why a Hitman felt he needed to Holla at you
 Come to rapper shit, you real bad at matching wits
 I'm better with a badder bitch, how I'm not the catalyst?
 When the shots finish flying I bury the biscuit
 I fall off the same day Tyler Perry'll miss it
 But what stifles me is how you sit back and idly
 Call this a rivalry when your idle's me
 Joe Budden - Spring Training - http://motolyrics.com/joe-budden/spring-training-lyrics.html
 How you throw a shot at everything you try to be?
 Sad part is nothing in your life coincides with me
 Now tell me that's your strategy son
 The clip's extended, they looking like Natalie Nunn
 Sayin' we can blow the shotties how is he supposed to stop me?
 As a hobby I get high inhaling decomposing bodies
 And if you decide to cross Joe, I'll be waiting with a crossbow
 And feed his torso to my baby cane corso
 Shit has gone far enough, it's time to finish this
 Should stop starting chess matches 'gainst the limitless
 Friends with my foes so my peers are annoyed
 Everyday they just watch me cry tears of joy
 I don't care for the ploy, came up from being hella broke
 You think the fans are buying music, I'm selling hope
 Here's some insight homie, fuck making a friend
 My funeral gonna be by invite-only
 By chance I'm going to hell maybe for selling dope
 I want my own table sectioned off with a velvet rope
 Might want to see Heaven, might need a telescope
 A girl to restock anytime the wine cellar's low
 Bottle service, maybe a couple whores
 High ceilings, flat screens and double doors
 I'm not a cult member, I'm not a worshipper
 Just a Jers nigga tryin'a have a couple words with her
 Strollin' through the hood till she seem outta place
 Used to niggas blowing her up that'll cling to her waist
 Me, I've never been a nigga that a fiend had to chase
 Ask for gucci all you gonna get is cream to the face
 So I put my G stacks up against your little weed stash
 A one time only event, won't get a recap
 Aim it at his knee caps, have niggas in your crib
 When you get home, your lil' girl in the back they think it's TCAP
 So y'all can put all the blaming on me
 But keep in mind this is training for me









