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*t, 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 sex
New York, Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, Philly, New York, Jersey, Philly
Tinted up, rims silly
If a n*gga try and kill 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 kill 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*t 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*ggas 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*ck
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 ass n*ggas
Lyricless Wacka Flocka Flame ass n*ggas
I am it, there is none before me, hush your n*gga mouth quick
Like Benzino, after me and Joe we did 40/40
And you can tell that b*tch n*gga I will kill him
You have no idea of what, y'all are dealin
I'm a walkin solid hundred dollar bill and I am so f*ckin fly
Had to buy my f*ckin house without a ceilin
I am a apocalyptic pop a n*gga trigger
You might wanna stop it if you was the opposite of killer, a gorilla
I'm like five percent killer, 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*tch pants
I'll Kadeem Hardison six man you b*tch 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