Joe Budden - Target Practice lyrics

[Verse One: Laws] Yo, I got rap on its back in a missionary I'm erasing the word swag from the dictionary You say they wannna give me a Grammy? Oh goody Just let me grab my black sweatpants and Champion hoodie And it's on, I'm sorry you a bummer I don't run a liquor store, but I feel sorry for your mother Cause her son is such a f** up, he follow when he should be leading Me without a brain is the only way this could be even Yeah your boy is back And I'm all about business like your boy in black I get hyper than a show with your boys in back I got ups like Luigi when his coins are stacked A hundred to be precise they wanna make me starve And then they wanna feed me advice? Well f** it, I'll beat 'em twice I got a black suit you can try on son But what I don't got's a shoulder you can cry on son so what you crying for? [Hook: Laws] I ain't give it to 'em yet I been holding back, what I give 'em is the best What you think they gonna do? Think they gon' play dead? What you say you gonna do? I'mma hit 'em in the head [Verse Two: Joe Budden] Joe partner, go harder Here's some advice, work on your flow for starters Chill, don't bother to ask me for help Got you pussies on lock, no chastity belt I'm after the wealth, trying to have the world in my palm Trying to reach the top of the world and beyond Bread crumbs for the birds, that's the trail that they on You can meet me at the suite of the 'tel in a thong School of hard knocks, wack rappers dropping out Weak metaphors, punches don't knock 'em out From now on, bad bars ain't rocking out No space for 'em under the board to box 'em out Let's begin, they respect is thin Don't care if you rich, can't afford to neglect the pen Stepping to them's an expected win When I slam, you can notify the next of kin, Joey [Hook] [Verse Three: Laws] Can you hear me now? I'm talking to my chick like do I make you really proud? With all these women trying to give it to me cheering loud And if I give it to 'em, would you wanna hear me out? If we were to switch positions and you had the ability to spit like a 50 Cal And you became famous, would you chicken out? When you getting coached by the guys who did Maybach And they say the game's wack, they tired of these lame cats When everybody wants you to be the one that saves rap And they asking what you doing, you don't wanna say rap Cause this music is bullsh**, it ain't been the same since Puffy said take that On an ADAT, they hear the track and they said Laws ate that But he'll never be famous because Laws ain't that So what I'm looking for in the crowd ain't daps I'm thinking who I finna aim at? [Outro] I ain't give it to 'em yet, I been holding back, what I give 'em is the best What you think they gonna do? Think they gon' play dead? What you say you gonna do? I'mma hit 'em in the head, I'mma hit 'em in the head