Joe Budden - Ride Up (ft. Freeway and Joe Budden) lyrics

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar] Ch-Yeah K-Dot, Freeway Budden It's Real, Bang Em' [Hook: Freeway] n***as want beef ride up Then Free hit 'ya n***as squad up, squad up Then my n***as squad up If you got trees fire it up, fire it up [Verse 1: Freeway] This is for the Gs, and this is for hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gs Free packed intro, tech with a muffler Bring it on you busters, watch you n***as flee He's making a k**ing off putting his life on Pro Tools The new school, the rap version of Aaron Jones The hair and bones To rock Jane, to c**aine, to spit game To get us, they get tucked n***a don't get ga**ed up, might get blast up It ain't about being tough, but even in them interviews Every time you see me got a semi in the tuck Chickens at the label like leave the gat at home You know those Hip-Hop cops got it in for you They got it in for us, but they ain't bending us We got a infra strong enough to flip a code [Hook] [Verse 2: Joe Budden] This is for the Gs, and this is for hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gs Cops trying to cease my beans No nice clothes were caught in the morning Trying to crease my jeans I remember me as a young buck Trying to put work in Same pants for two weeks But I would iron the dirtiness real Back then the battle was urgent Now days you see me in the same sh** I didn't have the detergent I'm riding Six and Park You used thought you knew like the back of your hand Turn around and give the glove So I learn to stay with you Cause when your wheels look like Terminator 2 It'll turn your man into a hater, true Hopefully the pain will stay past then As what's to come, it's better that what has been Think about it, but if his problems keep playing, solvem' Joey and Freeway, still hood, still starving, n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] This is for the Gs, and this is for hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gs My big Unc still f**ing with customers Greyhound not in town, moving them keys Hoopty or V12, I'm moving them keys n***as know me well, can't move me with ease Go in your pockets at, take all your cheese That's how I make my profit, rob y'all when 'ya sleep It's the black Clark Kent, Superman of this rap sh** Play Superman when them gats spit, and them Kryptonite hollowtips Make you backflip, then chaperone you to a casket It's real Goddamn there's no man like I am, that capables the sk**s of a genius I'm not Hip-Hop's future, I'm Hip-Hop's Fred Krueger A new nightmare, I'm right there With the head of Lucifer k**ing you demons, God's children what can you do to us? This rap sh** ain't new to us, been real, since Mama was stroller scooting us Y'all better get used to us, I'm my own scout n***a, how you recruiting us? I call your bluff, they said stop, but then the people said it wasn't enough, n***a [Outro: Freeway & Kendrick Lamar] n***as want beef ride up Then Free hit 'ya n***as squad up, squad up Then my n***as squad up K-Dot If you got trees fire it up, fire it I'm here baby Compton Hub City Threat Minor league year Freeway Budden Jerk