Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Serious, artist - Joe Budden. Date of issue: 24.01.2013
Song language: English
Serious |
| You niggas want war? |
| Trust me you don’t want war |
| Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be |
| Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march |
| No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be |
| When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho |
| Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho |
| Man, y’all done gone and did it, well come on with it |
| The fifth got a kick, but won’t slip, I rubber gripped it |
| Wrap you in them sheets on Christmas, I’m double-gifted |
| Double barrel shotty, you double jointed when you flippin' |
| Ask about your boy, they’ll tell you I’m not the fella |
| Tomato sauce whoever tryna shred up my mozzarella |
| I guess it’s in my genes, no prints if I got the poke out |
| Man, let these nigga’s reach, I’m Iverson with the blow out |
| Sometimes you gotta show out, just to show 'em what Joe 'bout |
| Give 'em the green light, well fuck it, where we even goin' now? |
| Got shooters on the scanner, you never know what we spoke 'bout |
| Picture Tony Montana with hammers runnin' in Sos' house |
| Ghost Town |
| Bullets in the beach chair, lines drawn, break the sand |
| Got bad news, sit 'em down, nah, nigga take a stand |
| Dirty crackheads run up on you, «What you was sayin', man?» |
| It’s lights out, won’t even take a bath, ha |
| You niggas want war? |
| Trust me you don’t want war |
| Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be |
| Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march |
| No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be |
| When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho |
| Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho |
| You dick-faced ass nigga’s asked for it so, here they come |
| No matter where they from I disappeared and dump |
| No choice but to swear they dumb, but we’re not dumb |
| I’m on my Luke Skywalker, get your Jedi spun |
| I’m on my DMC, I hear them things rev, y’all run |
| Guess it’s begun, get the private jet, pilot set |
| Alibi in check, to the island head, make sure it’s no survivors left |
| 'Round up all the hostages, bum stiggity bum, stiggity bum |
| Hey, I mean a lot of them, shit be soundin' like Das EFX |
| I pay no mind to the talkin' 'til it’s a heightened threat |
| Never baby nigga’s with envy to give me my respect |
| I eject bullets from rifles wearin' a sniper vest |
| Find your body OTC, you’re like a Prilosec |
| Y’all won’t even hear me comin', Michael Myers' steps |
| Hear that thing ch-ch-choppin' 'til no tires left |
| Bulldogs bark, 4s roars like a lion’s breath |
| I love new toys, so I invest |
| You niggas want war? |
| Trust me you don’t want war |
| Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be |
| Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march |
| No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be |
| When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho |
| Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho |