Artist: Joe Budden
Album:  Rage & The Machine
Song:   I Gotta Ask
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Joe Budden]
Look, standin in the cypher rockin
To drivin some of the hottest cars New Jersey's ever seen
To droppin some of the dopest mixtapes that you ever heard
And it's all courtesy of weed, a couple Percs and lean, baby
I wish you niggaz that would, owe me some bread would come and drop it off (word)
I wish she start tonguein a girl but she won't pop it off
Wish I knew you wasn't with the shits, hoe what you hoppin for?
When pussy's thrown your way every nanosecond it's not an option y'all
Normally a sponge but it's some shit I just cannot absorb
Why y'all are dressed like Metro Boomin? I wish you would knock it off
Wish the best MC didn't mean who is more popular
But I just booked my next nine months, ready to lock and more

[Chorus: Joe Budden]
Money is a lot to grab
Before we get to it it's a question that I gotta ask
Where's all my niggaz with the rubber grips? Bust shots
And if you with me mama rub on ya tits, and whatnot

[Joe Budden]
I hear they thinkin 'bout speakin my name, bet if they could
I'm takin bets, money on my hood, money on me, I'm good
Money on the wood, money on wishin that money would
That's him against the wild life and I got money on the woods
Baby, two bitches, +Three's Company+, how I half with her
This Hennessy don't do the trick then watch the +Jack Trip 'er+
I'm tryna buy a compound, I need the pad bigger
That's seven bedrooms, eight and a half baths, I figure
Bad strippers and fraudulent hourglass figures
Got e'ry bartender thinkin she'll get a glass slipper
You see a line of bottles comin, guess who orderin them?
I'm pointin at one, they all comin in
If any rapper in the world my crew is +Slaughterin+ them
Put vegetables in your house, nobody walkin again
What time you get off? I'm showin up there
.9 in one hand, .45 in the other, 'round a quarter to ten
I mean the

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
How many MC's must get dissed? In the great words of Buckshot
My answer's "Why the fuck not?"
Come to bars, I'm the same nigga that love to club hop
Don't be the guy that gets your entire team in a rough spot
To the O.G. thorough niggaz huggin the block
way down to the crooked businessmen that's fudgin them doc's
The early teams in the hood, out there fuckin with cops
Know they fuck with us back now; especially if you black now
It's Joe