Joell Ortiz Album

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When I hit the ground
Looking like a mosquito
I got you burning
I'm the big head mojito
I don't need to read it
When I say
You ain't really … all that stuff
You go and crack the guns
I heard about it enough
Hey yo .. are you really gonna sign …
Take that
I'm the ..
Tattoo up in a whit white ..
.. I forgot to feed her better go
Put some money on it
Daddy ain't love the ..
I'm over … concrete
.. gonna hurt when I beat
Whoever whenever
Put some money on it
If your … is good might get heavy on it
.. up the hood on a Chevy ..
Poppy got it … like Grizzly hair
Black and white TVs please be clear
.. I'm the man for New York ..

All … in my new wardrobe
..i'll be by myself
Think of something sweet
Never been waxed
So that ain't one of issues
Take my bread
And take care of my pistols
Cause if I open a break
You can see on crystal
.. trust me …
Profit is gorgeous
Stay off the phone
Cause calls are recorded
.. try to be a diamond in the game?
I've been one
Kill the niggers with the flow
H1N1 you ain't get …. Than one
.. drug dealers he ain't come
.. since you're hating..
Never trust niggers with a ….
… machine guns
I don't need any gun …
Easy dog
We'll be bored
.. be his dog

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Chorus:
Listen, one shot, two shots, three shots oh!
Got us right to the morgue.
Four shots, five shots, six shots, Gees
That's for the wife and the kids!
I don't care about the money or the shit on your chest,
Niggers get killed for less!
And all that shit you've been talking,
Man we ain't impressed,
Niggers get killed for less!

..in a high definition,
You could probably find me on the big screen…
Ain't this a bitch, man….
And all the dirty done, how the fucking it gets solved, nigger?
Get in line, I'm a…on the table,
..make the competition hate you,
A couple guys on the block now they wait you,
…to pull the trigger if I say shoot.
One shot, two shots, another nigger down,
See us searching but its face is getting down, nigger.
See this crazy on the streets it's the Bronx, nigger
You hear the shots fire but police won't respond.
Where we are from niggers, …
…your little sister right out in your face, nigger
…
Niggers getting hot for twenty years still thirsty.
I guess ..
Now that's what I'll call…
Get it?
Who else but cocaine and ..could have been my…
Life is for the living, get a chauffeur,
Find yourself a bitch that the money…
We set murder, use a victim, boy!
If that ass gets flashy, we'll stick it boy!

Chorus:
Listen, one shot, two shots, three shots oh!
Got us right to the morgue.
Four shots, five shots, six shots, Gees
That's for the wife and the kids!
I don't care about the money or the shit on your chest,
Niggers get killed for less!
And all that shit you've been talking,
Man we ain't impressed,
Niggers get killed for less!

So don't die over nothing, like…your ass,
Cause on my block I was the doc before…
I had to…
See….this ain't no fabrication,
Never called me back, I filled so many applications,
Watching these corny niggers come back, that was aggravation,
So I hit the corner, told them, bit it like they masturbated.
I thought they had the patience,
…it took too long to respond, so I had to…
He told me my dreams; they had to stay imagination,
Clear my…from my graduation.
….screw my diploma, I'm going, but I can't…
College is holic, cause every grade I had is amazing,
It was school books and school looks when I passed the…
School girls are like I'm a girl, look who this bastard is…
Long story short, man I have these…hate me,
…
I come from a place where you get your…
And a brook with the only thing shooks on a stove marinates you
So when they say congratulations,
Over to respect my paddy's game,
No, I'm not going back!
I'm aiming like:

Chorus:
Listen, one shot, two shots, three shots oh!
Got us right to the morgue.
Four shots, five shots, six shots, Gees
That's for the wife and the kids!
I don't care about the money or the shit on your chest,
Niggers get killed for less!
And all that shit you've been talking,
Man we ain't impressed,
Niggers get killed for less!

[Joell Ortiz (Sample Of Lil' Fame):]
Uh! Uh! Y-Y, Y-Y-Y-YAOOOWWWWW!
J-J-Joell Ortiz, yeah (Sing-Sing like Bilal!)
Oh! Aiyyo Flex I got the kite, I was tuned in saturday night
Heh heh! You hear these guys?! (Sing-Sing like Bilal!)

[Verse 1:]
You remove the big label that be backin them (Uh)
The moistened nine, ice the fake platinum
And bring it back to rap I will flatten them
I'm the best across the board like Tat and 'em
New York, If you feelin like me then you tired
Of listenin to liars, wishin it was fire
But none of them is hot not the flicker of a lighter
I'm about to blow up in they face Richard Pryor
Your industry buzz ain't valid on the streets loser
We don't care about them mags and them weak rumors
Your secret wack parties with free hookah
Ev'rybody walkin 'round tryin to be cooler
Nah! See I be where they keep ruegers
You ain't got to be in beefs the police shoot ya
The ox will give ya a I'll buck fifty
New rappers is cool but we still bump Biggie (Baby)
I walk and perfects with a I'll one with me
Fitted to the side on my Brooklyn shit
No V.I.P. I ain't shook for shit
I'm at the bar like afrter push ups and dips
As for this mic they don't want nothin (Why?)
'Cause I eat 'em for breakfast, oatmeal cornmuffins
Lil' insects y'all all buggin
Flex I got you, next time I'll call up and record somethin

[Chorus: DJ Premier scratchin]
W-When you hear-W-W-When you heard me rewind me
From the city where niggas known for puttin in work ("Xzibit")
I-I-I-I make 'em nervous, I do it on purpose ("LL Cool J")
W-When you hear-W-W-When you heard me rewind me
From the city where niggas known for puttin in work ("Xzibit")
This here serious ("Erick Sermon")
Sing-Sing like Bilal! ("Lil Fame")

[Verse 2:]
Check, I see your mouth movin, but you ain't sayin nothin
Ya boy's speakers all heat like my neighbor's oven
If I'm ANYWHERE near a mic, then I'm claimin somethin
I can't resist "The Temptation", David Ruffin
Hah! Who feelin froggy? Hop, kiddo!
I see to it Miss Piggy is a chopped widow
Before I saw gwap from Joell features
I had the corner on lock, Darrelle Revis
It's so I treat rap like coke, bet it
You want lines, gimme mines, homie no credit
Y'all was hyped about homes like, no sweat it
He turned out to be a "Bus", Jerome Bettis
I'm on my chiro shit now, "back" at it
Steady spittin that crack, I'm a crack addict
The belt sittin on my wiast, take a crack at it
My craft'll put you to sleep - hehe, Craftmatic

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No magazine's top ten cause I'm negative one.
So I don't pay attention to them dumb folk
Cause I'm a always be in first like the clutch broke
I'm from where the cut-throats cut coke
Cause school ain't cut it, they cut out the puff smoke
And guess what?
That's who I hang with, so when you speak INDUSTRY - I don't know the language
But play the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho
Ya'll gettin' away with murder like the white bronco
Bunch of trash inbetween hooks
Bars too cute to be gettin' all these mean looks
Put the hottest rappers all on one stage together
See who'll hold their arm up like Che Guevera
I rhyme hotter and I say it better
I'm a winter cold war
I'm a product of the Regan Era
Day thinkin till the page inkin'
My 16 free ya'll I'm hip-hop's Abe Lincoln.
Fam I don't know what they thinkin
These niggas got me fucked up like I spent all day drinkin
I'm a boss not a loss yet
You're little lemons in a race with a souped up corvette
I'm so hot I could stand still and pour sweat in the North Pole fully naked with my balls wet
I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets
Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet
I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex
You're bluffin, I play Poker I'm callin all bets
Local boy, when's the last time you all left?
I don't even know where the FUCK I'm goin' on tour next
Last month Canada, before that? Europe
I had Waffles out in Belguim, you ain't had Syrup
Every time I write it's another flight
Another whore with my kids on her underbite
Another "YAOWA! " chant when I touch the Mic
Another Magazine spread, yeah you fuckin right
I'm on my grind like a pair of in-line skates
Get on tracks and go banana's like a Primate
Baboon, Gorilla, Chimpanzee, I'm Wild Ape
King Kong under your skin, I'm bout to Sky-Scrape
But the sky ain't the limit
I could teleport through my mind any minute
Take you to a place where the Lions go "ribbit"
All the frogs "roar" and the fire is frigid
I'm outta this world - don't belong here
What heir'ing the thrown if I taught you from a small chair?
Family, you niggas got it twisted
Flow out of the box, yours chicken and a biscuit
Gave me chicken pox when I listen, I be itchin' to cripple your career like a ligament is missin
Dawg I'm on a mission like an intimate position
When I swing it's Knock Out's I ain't gettin' a decision
From here on it's locked ya'll a prisoner to spittin
Can't escape my bars no visitor's permitted
Welcome to Hell where Joell holds a pitch-fork
And you burn in eternal flames for your bitch talk
Dick in my hand I'm pissed off
But I ain't bucklin', 'Everyday I'm Hustlin' - Rick Ross
One day the whole globe will know I'm Clark Kent
Underneath the shades on a Project park bench
Superman when I grip the Mic
The only way I'm slowin down is if I blow a pound of Kryptonite
From now on I'm a bully I'm a pick the fight
Let them pick you up off the ground when I check ya bite
You'll become a little memory, gigabyte
Me and these beats got married, I'm Mr. Right
Little man you spit aight, I'm on fire
You gotta little buzz - Miller Lite
Man there's so many words runnin' round my brain
If I don't put them on a track I would go insane
Maybe that's why everything I say is crazy
And everyday I wake up, with a naked lady
With a V.I.P. band on my right wrist
Pants on the flow, J.D. with a slight sip
Left in the bottle tele-key on the night stand
I go to the bathroom to pee and then I scram
I live the life of a rock-star
They ain't wanna let me through so I became a Cop Car
Put the Sirens on every time I touch a pen
Everybody move like dope - that's a fuckin '10'
My peers know I'm gonna win.
This music's like my first crush, for years I wanted in
I'm here. Oh boy will you taste the wrath
I'm a make it ugly like what's underneath Jason's mask
I listen to alot of mixtapes and laugh
All Ya'll nigga do is whine like Jamaican ass
Every night I celebrate, we take a glass of Champagne to the brain
Sometimes we take a bath
Victory feels far better
Than Defeat, you niggas weak, Solar's Letter
I'm harder than a fonz-lebber
My worst rhyme's 30 times rougher than your hottest bars ever
I could front like a car fender
Cause everything I'm on DJ's pull up like the bar tenders
New York I'm the answer to your prayers
Head Nod music, leave the dancin over there
Project Shit, ain't no Mansion over here
Just Murder on the strings, Charles Manson on the Snare
I'm hungry the game's like a Food Court
I just gave ya'll a loose hundred, Newports.

Chea
Joell Ortiz
Who feel they...
Who feel they better?

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