Joe Budden - Boy looka here freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Budden] Only for so long you can keep me quiet Flew a model broad in so you know I'm knee deep at the Hyatt But careful see she be a riot And she known to stab n***as like Keke Wyatt f** rap, look what they leave me to ride wit Joints that sound like feces compared to my sh** Pen game down they can't survive wit Geico bars, a caveman could write it Suprised they don't tote them things man I got some AK's longer than Greg Oden's wingspan Some of these slugs is for wanna be thugs They soft, b**h made call em Summer's Eve Thugs Son I'm that n***a, guns blast quicker When dopeboyz is short I front em the cash n***a I talk about birds cause my hun a** bigger You in the pursuit of happiness, bum a** n***a Got beef wit locals ain't been too vocal To me it's jus a waste of protools Me versus them is like Dolph Lundgren wit his hand crammed on Apollo They get the sandman at the Apollo Welcome to doomsday I'm Kobe in the clutch Tiger wit the club, Van Damme at the kumite Roll wit invisible men, but ya'll know Keep them E-40's on him, I jus tell em when 2 go I ain't the best that done it, jus a wreckless young kid Wit Big L's wit & some Lord Finesse punches My deep joints like a mirage of Pac's sh** Eminem insanity, wit Nas' knowledge But nah, he ain't emo he more like a rap hero Trapped like Nicholas Cage at Ground Zero They don't like Jerz they wanna see J done And they only lovin' New York on VH1 I can't front I'm terrified an era died And if I made an error and its alive Then it should probably be sterilized I'm hella live, jus not on ya screen They told me the Revolution will not be televised And the fans sayin Joe you the truth Mixtapes the gla** ceiling and I broke through the roof I'm more of a hood star I never been this n***a to put out 20 tapes Wit jus 4 good bars You feelin loco lil deranged in the head Be lookin like Ghost Rider when them flames to ya head The hood sayin Joe don't pop in They jus wanna street fight I'd rather stretch money like Dhalsim Chillin on the Caman's, shot to the ceiling from the pavement Whats wit all the grilling and the hatin' When you get your 1st piece of j**elry You'll probably understand why I'm walkin round feeling like Peyton Got my seat back in that suburban reppin' Since the album's becoming like an urban legend But indeed its gon' help, I'm the only thing that keep gettin better The longer you leave it on the shelf, uh huh, slight fever Some different type heaters that's designed to hit every body part like Lever And ya mans ain't gon have no time to warn you Aside from that hoodie it ain't no 9's on you And crime here's normal, wit rimmed up cars Rugers & gem stars jus study the memoirs You want it wit a con come see me Shotguns'll be comin out the closet like John Amechi They thought he wouldn't make that baretta go off Cause his shoes Gucci, & his leather so soft I know what you rookies about like Britney Spears When I see you guaranteed p**y is out, ya heard? You can't look for me locally, try Vegas You need a plane ticket though you can't ride Avis Hi Haters!, I'm sorry for the hiatus You know I stay up in p**y like vibrators Ya money that short homeslice why wage it Don't bet check the bookie I'm a high favorite Them beams out have that light set dead for him & f** hoes I'm too Right Said Fred for em The goons by me I hand em the fo' fifth You runnin like they ain't got the stamina to go wit Them hammers unload quick, my new sh** is Home invasion find your wifey like Anna Nicole Smith n***a don't move less the cal is on you wait Oh you mad cuz I'm stylin' on you Play wolf til them real ones howlin' on you Have every north Jersey hood piling on you It's Jump Off for n***as that don't know me A New Jerz Giant bought a crib next to Osi Slow leak, know he known to keep biscuits On your block,windows down it's me b**hes