Joe Budden - New York, Jersey, Philly lyrics

[Hook: Joe Budden] New York, Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, Philly You know I keep it filthy out in New York, Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, Philly Check it............. [Verse One: Joe Budden] Rockin spikes and a beater, beside me a diva I'm hearin all the talk of how you ride with a heater Make sure I don't survive but when I see ya Ya sleep with a broke heart like you went and took advice from Alicia Tell me if you really wanna take it there Best in the world if you ain't been made aware Latest gear, loved? No, hated yeah You and your scared style'll get aired out, Stars, stop and stare now Change the trucks grill yeah the car got veneers now Lot of rappers spitting sh**, I don't wanna hear now They talking Gucci but they shopping at Sears now If you weren't prepared now? You ain't get the warnin yet So I'm a go hard early call it morning s** New York, Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, Philly Tinted up, rims silly If a n***a try and k** me chalk it up as the brother wildin With mind playing tricks on you get off Shutter Island Showin you somethin you never would see, I'm gettin checks every week You tryin to meet your executive needs, I'm in executive suites consecutively Somebody had to body ya, guess the job was left to me So when I k** the track they can't charge me with double jeopardy They asked you if I'm a boss and you say no sir How you don't concur my gopher got a chauffeur Standing on the couch in the club with a nympho Repping Slaughterhouse see the blood on the window I'm trying to get wealthy, being broke isn't healthy So I ain't tryin to buy whatever sh** they try to sell me Got a broad up in the telly I could trust her what you tell me Still bringin Lunatics with me yeah I learned that trick from Nelly Cause I know it can get urgent, when they see you just splurgin Strip club, in the private room tryin to fix the curtains Wanna cause a big excursion run up on the kid squirtin Make sure the Mac ain't broke and you ain't buy the Knicks version Out in.......... [Hook: Joe Budden] New York, Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, Philly You know I keep it filthy out in New York, Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, Philly n***as gotta feel me [Bridge: Joe Budden] OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Slaughterhouse gang!!! My brotha from another mother! Let's go to the D!!! Nickel!!!!!! OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Verse Two: Royce Da 5'9] Blood on the speakers, puke in the booth Hard hats bazookas, poop on my boots You all laughin 'til you get hit shootin from my gun I am in Doublemint, condition like chewin gum Bum, you older than f** A hop, skip and a jump from layin down holdin a cup And there's nothin more impressive than being in one of my sessions My views excitin like a dude viewin a warmin undressin And y'all must have lost y'all sense Aston Mart dark dark tint The weed stankin like the moth ball scent Y'all bunch of pop lame a** n***as Lyricless Wacka Flocka Flame a** n***as I am it, there is none before me, hush your n***a mouth quick Like Benzino, after me and Joe we did 40/40 And you can tell that b**h n***a I will k** him You have no idea of what, y'all are dealin I'm a walkin solid hundred dollar bill and I am so f**in fly Had to buy my f**in house without a ceilin I am a apocalyptic pop a n***a trigger You might wanna stop it if you was the opposite of k**er, a gorilla I'm like five percent k**er, five percent Eminem The other ninety percent, cap pealer I'm that iller, my speech is dead Yucky like you lookin at Mo'Nique legs Sick man!!!! I go harder than you can withstand I'm on lean like Bacardi on a kick stand I'm at the party in your b**h pants I'll Kadeem Hardison six man you b**h fam!!! The A-R is the choice of weapon I am the voice of B-S and yes I'm Detroit reppin My whole ice, look like meow yen Her thighs, look like she's been practicin moy tai