Joe Budden - Roll Call

Niggas on my left niggas on my right
Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight?
As real as it get holster on my hip
Is anybody tired of that bubble gum shit?

They say hip hop is dead on life support
Maybe not there could be something I just thought
I just ought to jump in fighting the sport
How you expect to be heard when your mic is off
I would love to go and browse through the ride report
But ain't a car in that motherfucker I could afford
See niggas trying to block the road
rather then my label dropped the growth they should drop us both
See I could scream def jam ain't what they use to be
But that ain't for me to say that's for you too see
If I'm not Method man, Redman, Ghostface, Young Gunz
Need I say Freeway the proof is me
Still don't believe me then where's Peedi Peedi?
They ain't really give a fuck unless you Jeezy
That's what my mind say just know if you ain't the president or Kayne
You wont see the time of day

Niggas on my left niggas on my right
Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight?
As real as it get holster on my hip
Is anybody tired of that bubble gum shit?

I'm so thankful that
Come around these parts we don't crank or snap we aim and clap
Use to try to take the average rap fan show 'em shit
But if they closed minded who am I to open it?
Rather spend time with a bougie broad
I mean an actress bad bitch movie star
Shallow bitches only into jewelry cars
Still fucks with us though that ain't who we are
Soon as my wife gone they jump on the python
They ain't know I'm out to hit and run like Saigon
Putting back the ice on had it screwed up
Finally figured out that hate is the new love
But I don't see how you get ahead that way
When you team up with envy like Red Café
And all that blame is yours
You trying to get a chain light flaws
I'm trying to get a chain like stars
Find me in jerz line for squeeze work off safety
Cant keep calm around these jerks
They beyond these words
Treat the hood like Myspace need to become friends with the Tommy first
Don't get found on the back of an empty carton
Spray semi larkins for the brag like Remi Martin
Dont mind me last of a dying breed
Wanna take rap and bring it back to the 90's
Q.c inspired me cream made me angry and every dog amped me shook ones hate me
I already know its a tough state to follow
But niggas use to stay up late to watch Apollo
Now its ridiculous all this shits frivolous
Niggas ain't macho man they miss Elizabeth
Break a corona bottle make me an ill shank
Cut a bitch up like bill blanks doin still rank

Niggas on my left niggas on my right
Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight?
As real as it get holster on my hip
Is anybody tired of that bubble gum shit?

The media will say anything to get at you
Niggas is transparent i'm looking right past you
Hemi he is a bad dude talking bout' he act rude
Saw my new tattoo its god with a gavel
Told baby girl if you wanna seduce me
Just know my brain works like i'm Bonaducci
My girlfriend say I use my charm to loosely
I tell her i'm too fly to have too con for coochie
Hella paper tell a hater crib got an elevator
On the water front so yeah I oughta front
Still times I feel like carrying chrome or cheating the system like i'm Merriam Jones
Trying to sing for the moment cant find the note
Put the game in a choke hold cant find his throat
Hang with the big dogs cant find the rope
They tell me its alive but I cant find the post

All my niggas on my left niggas on my right
Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight?
As real as it'll get holster on my hip
Is anybody tired of that bubble gum shit?

Written by:
Joseph Anthony Budden

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