Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 10 Mins., artist - Joe Budden. Album song Joe Budden, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
10 Mins. |
See what I’mma do is, like… |
I just kinda wanna be able to, you know… |
Smoke by myself |
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had to say or |
Without really havin' to do nothin' |
So I’mma go buy this pack, of 100's |
Take me about 10 minutes to smoke a whole 100 |
Yeah, I’mma snip one upside down |
And I’mma take one out and I’mma light it… |
Just give me 10 minutes |
I just need 10 minutes alone |
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone |
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets |
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace |
Give me 10 minutes |
Without y’all comin at me with that bull |
Sometimes that’s all it takes to ruin my last pull |
And right now, that’s what got the kid at peace |
Let me smoke this one cig in peace |
Look, now 'is a couple dudes that don’t wanna see me poppin' |
They sarcastically ask me 'when your CD’s droppin' |
Gotta keep my game face |
They don’t leave me no options |
Can’t lose my cool I know the streets keep watchin' |
Dudes wanna see me lose it all |
But I ain’t come this far to fall |
Let me talk to all of you dudes prayin that I lose it all |
I ain’t come this far to fall |
And I ain’t gotta walk around with my clip and nine |
A real nigga just open his coat to me and said his is mine |
He said call him with his problems |
But he don’t know that there’s always problems, it only gets worse |
Like, some dudes get threatened they can’t stop me |
So all they do is threaten to pop me |
But go and get your weapon and cock, G |
See it’s real here, I dun been up and down the block all week and I’m still here |
Look, you wanna know where the booze and coke at |
Gangsta’s, gorillas, damoo’s and locs at |
Where the bricks, where the dip, where the X, where the morphine be |
Take the turnpike to 14B |
But now it’s back to this pussy dude threatenin' to hurt me |
I didn’t know all of this came with reppin' Jersey |
But now it’s no secret |
If the thought of jump off doin it makes you so heated nigga so be it |
But certain beef will be handeled if you’re special |
Only marble in the crib, is the handle on the special |
My guns in the hood |
I can’t run from the hood |
Nigga my sons in the hood |
That should tell you what’s what |
Soon as I feel good you retards remind me |
But son, it ain’t hard to find me |
I’m at ringside any time the fights on |
And I’m in the big black truck with the Carolina lights on |
Or you can hop on the Pulaski Skyway |
I’m in the strip club almost every Friday |
Kats is cornballs |
Y’all dudes is bitches |
Like I ain’t got enough problems with this music business |
Just give me 10 minutes |
I just need 10 minutes alone |
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone |
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets |
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace |
Give me 10 minutes |
Without y’all comin at me with that bull |
Sometimes that’s all it takes to ruin my last pull |
And right now, that’s what got the kid at peace |
Let me smoke this one cig in peace |
Some days I don’t wanna be bothered |
Some days I just miss my father (damn) |
Some days I just miss my father |
Some days I wanna relapse on redline |
Cuz he’ll be gone for 26 months fed time |
I try to maintain through all this |
And pray to god pop keep the same clean date in Fort Dix |
My pockets flat kid |
You do the math on $ 5.15 an hour full time after taxes |
That wasn’t good enough to keep my MO |
Shit that wasn’t good enough to complete my demo, for real |
Some days I don’t wanna be seen |
And some days I don’t shower, I don’t wanna be clean |
Look, sometimes the truth could hurt you |
So I blow my cig smoke right at the Truth commercial |
Some days I don’t wanna be bothered |
Some days I just miss my father |
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out |
It won’t be parole y’all, it be the half way house but NAH |
That’s not the right path for a Budden |
Cuz we’re addicts, addicts can’t do half of nothin' |
Some days I’m reachin for the thing in the dresser |
Some days I’m not invincible and I feel the pressure |
Like if everyone’s dependin on me, and I just stop |
Then what the fuck happens? |
I can’t take that route and girl out |
And sometimes I don’t wanna hear my girls mouth cause |
My hectic schedule, she ain’t considering |
So all I hear is the complaints and bickerin |
Radio’s, studio’s, photo shoot’s |
She think I’m fuckin every girl that say I’m oh so cute, cute |
Don’t appreciate a man and you lose him |
Worst thing to do to an innocent man is accuse him |
And I ain’t with beefin' with home’s |
Brand Nubian style, I had to love ma' but leave her alone |
It ain’t workin out, I’ll see you aight |
Just let go and let God see if we reunite |
Cuz with yo shit added to the dudes that wanna see me fall |
Nah, fuck it I won’t fall |
Let me talk to all of you dudes prayin that I lose it all |
I ain’t come this far to fall, fall |
But listen, I’m fucked up now |
Don’t ask why y’all |
Sometimes the best medicine is just to cry y’all |
Know what I’m sayin? |
Excuse my voice fans, that should be a sign that I identify with what I’m sayin |
Cuz it’s these type of thoughts that’ll kill ya |
If you smokin' with me right now, then you a good way from the filter |
And I won’t front like I ain’t stressin' |
Sometimes I need a hug, real shit, pain shared is pain lessened (nigga) |
Just give me 10 minutes |
I just need 10 minutes alone |
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone |
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets |
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace |
Give me 10 minutes |
Without y’all comin at me with that bull |
Sometimes that’s all it takes to ruin my last pull |
And right now, that’s what got the kid at peace |
Let me smoke this one cig in peace |
Give me 10 minutes |
I just need 10 minutes alone |
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone |
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets |
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace |
Give me 10 minutes |
By myself, leave the boys at home |
That’s all the time I really need to enjoy my bone |
If you sparked when the song was beginnin at that time |
Then your stoge should be endin with mine |
And to you know who… |
Ma, I never saw me being with you |
But sometimes y’all dreams come true |
I’m like your number one fan |
Damn, I ain’t think Joe would see you |
You’s a fantasy |
I wasn’t supposed to meet you, NAH |
Chances of that were so unlikely |
And if we did meet, you wasn’t supposed to like me |
But look, I rap now and it just so happens |
God put me in a spot where that was just so happenin, see |
She had a man, I had a girl |
I broke up with mine and around that same time |
We was hangin out she never laid a hand on me |
But I could tell from the way she glanced at me |
Her looks said baby boy somethin hampers me |
And it would go down but I got my man with me |
Lord how can it be? |
You know I never been the dude to come and break up a happy family |
And these 2 looked so happy on the outside |
They could’ve only been happy on the outside |
We eventually started creepin' |
But for me it’s just sex |
For her it’s cheatin' |
It went down, one time, two times, once more |
Talkin real passionate, every time it jumped off |
I’m in deep y’all she’s more than a jump off |
We both catchin' feelins, both startin to want more |
But guess what, she can’t leave him |
Maybe it’s somethin' I don’t know about, maybe she needs him |
Means I still gotta front like we ain’t sleepin' |
Still gotta shake his hand, I still gotta see him |
How’s he supposed to look, supposed to feel for me |
He gotta know I’m feelin you, and you feelin me |
How am I supposed to look at that man with respect |
With Bleek singin 'Is That Your Chick In My Head' |
Dru Hill — 'Somebody Sleepin In My Bed' |
Aaliyah — 'If Your Girl Only Knew' reversed, but look |
Here’s why I’m down and out |
I’m kinda worried y’all |
I ain’t heard from him much since he found out |
Even if she wasn’t mine y’all, she’s still in the brain |
And I know wherever she’s at, she’s feelin' the same |
So 'till my fantasy dame pop up |
Everytime the cell rings I’m prayin that her name pop up, for real |
I know y’all, I ain’t supposed to wife her |
But it’s God’s fault, I wasn’t supposed to like her |
Sometimes I think, why’d I have to meet chick for? |
And some times dog, be careful what you wish for |
Some times I don’t wanna be bothered |
Some days I just miss my father |
He’s stuck in the system |
Treated like a dude that’s heartless |
And they just transfered him, brought him up on new charges |
Yeah folks I’m back to that |
So I light another one and smoke back to back for real |
I’m chain smokin' if you ain’t on my page, listen |
I’m stressed out, hopin' this one’ll taste different |
Dudes hopin' that I lose it all |
I ain’t come this far to fall |
Let me talk to all of you dudes wishin that I lose it all |
I ain’t come this far to fall |
Nah, I won’t fall |
Hopin that I lose it all |
I won’t fall, nigga (nah) |
Hopin that I lose it all |
I ain’t come this far to fall |
Nah |
Nah, (ain't come this) |
Some days I don’t wanna be bothered |
Some days I just miss my father (damn) |
Just give me 10 minutes |
I just need 10 minutes alone |
To not deal with a thing, to not answer my phone |
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets |
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace |
Give me 10 minutes |
Without y’all comin at me with that bull |
Sometimes that’s all it takes to ruin my last pull |
And right now, that’s what got the kid at peace |
Let me smoke this one cig in peace (peace, peace) |