Joe Budden - Heart Of The City(ransom diss) wit lyrics

Joe Budden responding to Ransom. First the A-Team break, now everyday I wake Up A nigga got a problem with Joe! A clown nigga dont like you cuz his whole style recycled And nobody wanna hear that flow! Listen, I mean this is how you know a nigga looking for glory Got my phone number, any problems, could've called me Heard the Big Brother shit, honestly it bored me How it go again? Here niggas, the real story: I met you and Hitch, had a couple of dope punchlines Yall was from the hood, aint want them to be unsigned Said ?????? as long as niggas stayed faithful And the Envys, Clues, Big Mikes wouldnt play you They said yall was garbage, I said yall was hotness Did a whole tape with yall and Nelly Nel dropped it Got a little buzz gave niggas a little fame Schooled niggas to the game, I gave niggas they name No paperwork, stepped to yall like "what yall wanna do?" Was supposed to sign to me, yall signed to Clue I'm like "yall signed to WHO?" you know a nigga through The harsh reality of all that is I was used Then yall two split. Can't front, I disagreed I only put yall together to make history Feelings to the side we'll do the track together We still alive dog, lets do it for Stack together You see, I could care less about yor beef with Hitch I care about our well being, features, hits So I'll tell you like I told your manager kid Just being real hoping you can handle the shit Fuck how your glock pop off, how your flock not soft You gettin no where fast being a Lox knock off I'll clear your mental You signed to a nigga on radio all week and he barely spin you Like Every bar about some shit he rarely been through Yeah you a guerilla and you looking for toast It's no wonder he aint gettin no bookings for shows Cuz your fans is like mine dog, looking for growth I mean always the same shit, whole image tainted Now he wanna chase the south, all on Wayne's dick Your fiends is invisible, they never took a hit How you Duffle Bag Ran and you never took a trip? Dogs, lets kick it Kick any freestyle where you rip shit, I got your more buzz off my snippet So keep going with your Jersey City war stories You'll sell recods on Ocean, maybe 4-40 I'm on my guard cuz it could get drastic Your tapes bang like hardwood, they not classics It's me, I'll always want you to get a million Same nigga that told you to start spittin with feeling You started your switch from your songs about water Part of the reason now every song's about your daughter I'm takin it light on you, I didnt wanna torch ya The nerve of this young boy gettin out of order look, it's one king. How I'm under you? Go check hiphopgame, you'll always be number 2 I'm like "Ran comin at duke? the man got heart though" Fuck me, worry 'bout Sam Scarfo Serious Jones, Meedah, Bralick It's too much history with me ock stop it Or go keep being a murderer duke I'm in the meetings, A&R's never heard of the dude I'm just saying, the shit's lokking like it's all promo They put the battery in your back, it's all homo Your own team know you couldn't see me on your best day If you was on Diddy's album, still wouldnt press play The shit's childish, yall abort its slaughter Never burn a bridge when you gotta cross the water See if I reach Fab's level and you reach mine Everyone'll be okay, we'll be fine But you wanna go and put shit all in a rhyme Build a little buzz maybe get a little shine The JC disease: you've been bit by the hate germ Comin' the wrong way dog, i aint your tape worm The whole hood'll hear sirens for the man I take the shit as you admiring, you a fan If it's violence understand I'll drive down, my gun'll be playing Anthony Hopkins in Silence of The Lamb Look, instead wasting energy on some next shit Lock in the studio nigga and make a record Do somthing constructive, start your career I'll meet you at the top and we can argue there ups is hiring.