Artist：joe budden

Songs Title：give me reason

Album by: Joe Budden

Artist by: Joe Budden

Whoahhhhhhhhh whoa

Ladies and gentlemen you now rockin with the best

（Geah） Jersey City stand up

Patterson stand up

Off top Just Blaze

Hold up ni**a slow up ni**a

Don't start a war unless your dough's up ni**a

Know what ni**a Joe's up ni**a

Y'all shouldn't cry about it grow up ni**a

Guess what y'all I know magic

I could make your pulse dissapear and no hat trick

Death threats - it ain't phase me

When I bring the T-Mac through the Rucker y'all it ain't Tracy

Sewed up ni**a low cut ni**a

So keep talin bout your wrists froze up ni**a

You might see 30 whips roll up ni**a

We be at the pawn shop givin your Rol' up ni**a

Just wanted to make that known you seen _New Jersey Drive_

Round here leave that Maybach home

Before we vick that homes we be on y'all jerks

You'll find out the hard way if your On*Star works cause

I don't need a reason to bust my guns

So don't give me reason to bust my guns

You might be the reason I bust my gun

（Pa-pow pa-pow - pa-pow pa-pow）

'Til my day's up ni**a stay up ni**a

Play Tony Montana get your face cut ni**a

That goes out to all of you play thug niggaz

How you want it long nose or the trey snub ni**a

Return and die dog if I start clappin in your crib

Nah I ain't tryin to turn the lights off

Trapped on the chain got the jewels and cape

Be like Jared Subways made him lose his weight but look

I'm bout gettin money for all races

Only oldie but goodie I know is small faces

Wait make you sure you heard right; woulda been put the hit out

But I ain't tryin to get my third strike

Lace up ni**a say what ni**a

Your Maybelline raps that you make-up ni**a

Wake up ni**a stakes up ni**a

For all my locked-down and my cased-up niggaz cause

Who's that ni**a New cat ni**a

Don't disrespect don't do that ni**a

Hate to hear the sound of the tool clap ni**a

Dual strap ni**a when I do black niggaz

First hand with a three-eighty kickback

Brains on your lap dog babysit that

Look it's my turf get up off the stoop now

I'm Omar Epps who got the ＂Juice＂ now

Street love ni**a G's up ni**a

You lookin for a loan on your re-up ni**a

Haters might wanna put hollows in ya

When you're young black spendin like a lotto winner y'know

I'm grown up now I'm done with Jake

When I say pounds y'all I'm talkin bout London cake

I can serve it to you uncut or somethin baked

Hope you ready for me folks cause I'm comin your way cause