Joe Budden - World Takeover lyrics

[Joe Budden] Whoever thought that, taking over the world would take longer than 3 years I know I didn't sh** Matter of fact it ain't, it ain't been 3 years yet Well the takeover is coming I know you hear 'em coming It feel like '03 yet? You in that mood yet?!?! I just like sayin that sh** That sh** just sound good Jersey! The king of New Jersey World Takeover You got some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna *scratches* Some wanna shoot 'em on site *scratches* Some, some wanna shoot 'em on site *scratches* Some Some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna shank me Put him out to dry, you got some wanna hang me Then I pissed 'em off, or made some of 'em angry All I did for this hood I THOUGHT n***az would thank me And I could give a f** bout where none of you rank me Him, him, them, son none of 'em ain't me I worked hard to get here, now that I got here They want me gone, they tryna treat Joe like a Yankee *gun shots* [Is this what you want?!] Some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna shank me Put him out to dry, you got some wanna hang me Then I pissed 'em off, or made some of 'em angry All I did for this hood I THOUGHT n***az would thank me And I could give a f** bout where none of you rank me Him, him, them, son none of 'em ain't me I worked hard to get here, now that I got here They want me gone, they tryna treat Joe like a Yankee Mic check 1,2 I say what I mean, I mean what I say what I feel Do whatever I want to Got into something you can't undo I piss in whatever subway your train of thought gotta run through I'm by my lonely, so I might let the hawk show Any block, I double-park, get out and walk slow And nowadays n***az like listenin to bullsh**, its obvious Even Tyra got a talk show Left the Sidekick home, took the old school pager I wanna believe there's no such thing as a hater Do something for somebody, they expect something in return Now there's no such thing as a favor Soon as I stop smoking, blunts come out in flavors I think of New Orleans when I step out in gators (talk to 'em) Some dudes starving, their ribs just keep touchin My shoulder nicknamed me Chicago, I keep brushing E'ry nationwide artist ain't national Rappers appear to be dicks that really vaginal E'ry Capo out there ain't seeing capital And everybody's rationale really ain't rational (oh!) So when I'm toting the 5 I rep Willy's and Jers, I don't need to be on Ocean Drive See the white tee wit my cig lit I'm Larry Brown, New York is f**ed up so they signed me to fix sh** When beef come I'm never tryna find me a biscuit Late night I'm never tryna find me a quick trick Call me I'll tell you how stupid a b**h get I know they every move, see me on that kid sh** They wanna bring harm to you Front like they really got a bond with you Like 'member I went to the prom with you (nah!) f** dude got not choice but to bong at you Mans ain't gorilla, so better have King Kong with you He's b**h see the lypo on him Caravan might ride slow on him, mu'f**er I might let this lil red light glow on him Hope he walk round wit Geico on him, mu'f**er Look, pardon you f*gs, Yea I heard part of your raps It's all wack, how you start to get ga**ed And this rap sh** is like reality TV It's totally different from what it's marketed as Know the game's f**ed up, no I can't call it quits Can't knock me down, and I won't fall and trip I gotta just milk this sh** for all it gives No chain on but 10 mortgages So naw fam, don't wanna talk or just chit-chat Fell down liftin the pound just from the kick back Dudes got a problem wit me, just a snitch that Ask anybody, I'm the wrong one to get at Get that? She so stupid, I'ma get her talk some of that good phone s** sh** we be doin Aight, take me from the mu'f**in tippity