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Permalink Reply by FUCCOUTTAHURRDA1ULUV2HATE! on December 3, 2012 at 11:44am

Offa buddens album in 2013... I dont fuccs wit buddens like dat @ all.. Just amped/hyped. To hear DA PLK & Juicy J spit on a tracc together... Hope Juicy J produced it. We trippy mane! 3- 6 mmmaaffiiaaaa!

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Permalink Reply by larry byrne on December 3, 2012 at 12:35pm

Budden*

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Permalink Reply by FUCCOUTTAHURRDA1ULUV2HATE! on December 3, 2012 at 1:24pm

lmao got it ill correct it

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Permalink Reply by larry byrne on December 3, 2012 at 2:51pm

Hahaha funny as hell

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Permalink Reply by TONY on December 3, 2012 at 1:40pm

This could be dope! And yeah, Banks over some Juicy production could be fire. Anyway, it's good to see Banks doing collabs with good rappers.

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Permalink Reply by FUCCOUTTAHURRDA1ULUV2HATE! on December 3, 2012 at 2:12pm

c sign....WAITING ON BANK$ FT GUCCI MANE... i wanna hear BANK$ on 808southsidemafia beat/mikewillmadeit/jahil beats/young chop/lex luger/drumma boy/ZAYTOVEN..... TYPE .....rreeaaalll tttrraappp sshhiiiiiittt! hopefully gangsta grillz gots dat.

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Permalink Reply by Dealer on December 3, 2012 at 3:29pm

Gucci mane? good rapper? And trap music is s***. Same beats, same lyrics.

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Permalink Reply by TONY on December 3, 2012 at 4:01pm

I could ask you the same thing, since you seem to be going at someone every time you make a comment.

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Permalink Reply by TONY on December 3, 2012 at 4:00pm

Yeah, def need switch it up with some Drumma Boy/Zavtoven s*** for that Gangsta Grillz fo' show.

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Permalink Reply by FUCCOUTTAHURRDA1ULUV2HATE! on December 3, 2012 at 4:01pm

this was fire...

checc it

....
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Reporting live from the Beacon
Booth tired from the beating
Had foreplay all day
Prepping the beating the mic for a threesome
With my vocal bi-coastal, speeding 'til the ride's totaled
Mr wi-fi, out a franchise go to
Magic, standby local’s
Watch the track bust once I show my d*** size to the Pro-Tools
I teach you how to have models screaming -- get behind me
E-pills and Maybachs ain't gon' matter if your tip is tiny
Never mind me, we could get knee deep in the beef
Seek me with the heat but you’ll need more to keep me on a leash
Here’s a cc for the peeps that wanna see me in the streets
Invest in Rockports and be easy on your feet
Give a few hammers, a few semi’s and a few snubs to a few Crips
Couple vampires and true Bloods
Gambling in casinos, have a honey handing me my c-notes
The modern day Gambino
I’m careful every step I take
You the n**** walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray
That’d be the last mistake you ever made
Me, I chop his head off from a rooftop
And race it downstairs just to see if I can catch his fade
Like groceries when I’m shooting at f***
Make sure the bread's separated and put the fruits in a bag
Withstand the hatred
Dudes is falling off doing all they can to save it
But everybody's run stops -- ask Brandon Jacobs
What y’all call swag to me is all faggotry
Fours want blast at me, that’d equal more casualties
Abort the strategy
Or get attacked with that Duracell they put in your back
Now that's assault and battery
You can keep the b******* to yourself
There’s beams on every burner
These lasers, a petition wouldn’t help
What good is having shooters if they the type that miss?
Where I’m from, better be careful where you drive that whip
N***** put they life at risk for pies they flip
In my town Ben Affleck wouldn't try that s***
And if he did he’d get turned around, burnt down
Tell the new jacks it’ll be a while 'fore they eligible to earn the crown

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Acid out the baggie
This is more than dope
Flawless flow
F****** off a sign every horoscope done wore my robes
Strapping up the corner cold, critical
Unquestioned, my opponents know
I shoot like Kapono, watch me own the show
Comatose, toasted, getting money while I roam the coast
Stones and boats, mansion homes and hoes
I deserve ‘em both, overdose
Time to earn my votes, watch me turn the volts
Voltage through a meter, this electric chair, danger
Yeah, I see ya
Now make way 'fore it turn to diarrhea
Hear a microphone will give you 3 of everything I wear yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by the chair, square
Sleep with me, you came here, war with me is scary
Get beat silly trying to lamp here, better bring your fury heat
I got a drop damp here, n***** try me barely
No one breathes, I need an ant's ear, pressure's necessary
Got my mind on the cheddar, kill my haters together
Bury 'em in abundance and starve their families stomach’s
Paper come in my thumbage, brand new fifties and hundreds
On point, just like the drum is
I’m warning them baby mothers
Got the hunger of a broke rapper
Kill you while I’m rolling up then smoke after
Catch you at your show, snatch ya, empty out the dough faster
Bentley off the scene, magnum Mo' splasher, four packer
Southside n**** spitting coke at ya!

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