Artist: Joe Budden f/ Jazzy
Album:  Rage & The Machine
Song:   By Law
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Interlude: Joe Budden]
See I'm somethin like a phenomenon
Go ahead and judge me, I ain't gotta honor y'all
Shit I told the judge I'll sit, never mind the bond
Nigga I won't budge in this bitch, it's like I'm a don
You can't con a con, left from the long arm of the law
Actin right as if my momma involved
My monologue say I'm back at it, one life, so son live it
I'm committed, never did it and wish that I undid it

[Joe Budden]
Young kiddies listen, the one talkin ain't really with it
Just forget it, would they be talkin if they was really with it?
Come visit and see that the loudest one ain't the one with it
And the one with it's the last one that you want with it
Been stabbed and slumped slitted, bad then son ascended
Then I pum-chika-ch-pum-pum-ch-pum-chika
E'ry verse about me, worded proudly
Never worry or doubt me if you heard about me
Awake with nightmares, grew with murder around me
I'm still hittin my shmoney (fuck) Shmurda and Rowdy
Ayyyy, callin a bluff
I'm grown so I never think anything's more than it was like horrible bud
Never beefin over these bitches cause it's more that I love
I ain't warrin with cuz over what she's offerin but
She got my hammer on rock, I'm like Thor in the club
While she's semi off the Remy bitch got my dick +All the Way Up+

[Chorus: Jazzy] + (Joe Budden)
Now you're judgin me based off some shit you got no proof of
It's not OK if I don't do as bad if I do too much
Still got nothin, what you expectin from me? Why else you checkin for me?
Got nowhere left here to spare, I guess that's my fault
Aiyyo, by law
By law, by law (by law)
(Guess I'm just a real nigga by law) By law
(Getcha getcha getcha hands high low, high low) High low, high low
(Still gotta ride though) I know
(Yeah nigga 'round here we still live by a code) By a code
(Play this record if they kill me, yes the 5-0) 5-0
(I'ma always be a real nigga that's by law) That's by law

[Interlude]

[Joe Budden]
Look what the Lord's been agin
Straight from the horses jaws of hay with an enormous rage weighin
Unfortunate we don't know the origin but it's important is all they sayin
This a formal statement
The airports are delayin, got reporters waitin
Live from a caucus in a Secaucus basement
For Rage to leave the cage like a lawless agent
A psycho ward patient that's often pacin
Was Rage draggin a corpse like a dog with Steak-umms?
For the organization's inauguration
I got shooters on a call with the fours just achin
In a four-door Explorer with the awful gray tints
Notes over ya head, this a orchestration
How it is when the author give the authorization
Implorin you all to ignore the baitin
You gon' give yo' opinion, they gon' call it hatin
By law, uh, yeah nigga I know
Still gotta ride though
I know, uh, yeah nigga I know
Uh, look
Not a side show, I don't play
I might my nigga Tory {"Say it"}
See we live by a code
Let me see you get 'em, get 'em
Real nigga by law

[Chorus]