Blastah Beatz - Don't Make Me lyrics

[Intro: Joe Budden] Whoa, mic check one-two one-two Mic check one-two one-two Yeah, yeah, yeah I'd like to welcome e'rybody (welcome e'rybody) To the, to the, to the L-look, look, l-look, look [Joe Budden] Top down with the fresh cut With A. Baker through the speakers (I mean) "Best Of" A crisp white tee, I'm still feelin dressed up (why?) Everything else LV, don't get me messed up A good pair of shades on, you gon' always see me in disguise Not for style, I don't want you to see in my eyes Live for now (but) but tell God hurry my plans You see I just had to bury my man Us two was on some brother sh** (look) But if I learned anything If you take life for granted it'll grant you some other sh** I know I can't be the only one troubled with I talk 'bout hardship like I discovered it (but I) Though I had enough of it (but I) still won't cut a wrist I just wrote the book, he published it Simply read holdin back the years Cause when I stray it looked like he holdin back some tears, he sayin [Hook: sample] Don't make me cry, no no Don't you make me cry... Don't you make me cry, no no Don't you make me cry... [Joe Budden] L-look, look (oh!) Sometimes I feel like it's a ghost behind me (look) Nudge in my back, got the toast behind me Clockin my every move, takin notes behind me Crowd laughing, there must be a "Roast" behind me But the boy won't bend (never) Though the road to the riches is startin to look like it don't end (But still) I'm on 9-5 speedin, truly love it No idea where I'm goin, that's the beauty of it But still I'm here waitin on a sign Or a F.Y.I. to be notified Cause (WHY, WHY?) Do it matter what he got In store for n***as if they too broke to buy I know I want heart, my back carryin some tons y'all From the devil's bedroom onto his front yard Pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeur Let 'em know before I hop out with him on my shoulder, I said [Hook] [Joe Budden - over Hook] Dawg, muh'f**er don't Uhh, l-look, don't, nah Uhh, uh uh, uhh Mic check one-two one-two Mic, one, two - let me holla at 'em [Joe Budden] Wouldn't be smart to tangle wit'cha guardian angel Not when he gotta strangle from every angle, head to ankles Get mangled, so though I ain't got sh** (what?) My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott sh** Tryin to be fly every second that the clock tick (BUT) But there's a suicide bomber in the co*kpit (look here) See my intent is to be content But that's contingent, off fly hoes j**els engines (uhh) Since momma conceived me Me and dude been stuck in a me-lee He's tellin me I gotta ball like Beasley (uhh) But I can give a fu*k how a n***a perceives me So until God retrieves me I'm followin behind the n***a that misleads me If need be, bounce from where he tryin to keep me But every time I try he tells me that he needs me, he said [Hook] w/ ad libs [Joe Budden] Uh-uh, uh Stick around, we like... Stuck in a padded room