Artist: Joe Budden f/ Juicy J, Lloyd Banks Album: No Love Lost Song: Last Day Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Joe Budden] Look, look These niggaz lied to me way back, said this is where my buck stop Ridin right by in that fly shit, these niggaz still at that bus stop You won't ever see these jeans sag, you would think so with this tucked Glock And any nigga wanna go bar-for-bar, know I'm always with that club-hop This Joe shit, y'all don't know shit, them hoes you with is just average This fo' spittin that whole clip and my alibi is my bad bitch So don't be the first to get it My life is like a movie and yo' bitch deserve the credit I just stood there and directed She just did what I expected, doin me but you'd do me too I'll be me my nigga you be you, I guess that men can be groupies too Recognize a winner, live like a born sinner Catered dinners, finna have a pool party in the winter Finna skinny dip, bitch fuck them drawers, her brains are killer, and I love 'em all Says my head got a price on it, she'd come through and just suck it off ... So if you scared get a weapon Every day a nigga live like he prepared for armageddon [Chorus: Joe Budden] Now when they call me to them gates and they ask me how I live I feel like I ain't have a choice like my stomach's to my ribs Niggaz wanted me dead, I kept hammers in the crib But naw, I don't regret a fuckin thing I ever did So I - spend like it's my last day, club like this my last day Ride like this my last day, fry like this my last day Fuck like it's my last day, fuck boys wanna blast me This might be yo' last day, this won't be my last day [Juicy J] Yes sir! Juicy J Joe Budden, let's get it Uhh, models by my side (side) shooters on my team (team) Choppers with the beam (beam) countin up some green (green) Blowin on a blue dream (dream) My life is like a movie and yo' bitch just made a scene Me and yo' bitch just made a scene Wake up and I smoke somethin, after that, I poke somethin Bet she bad with a fat ass, beat it up like she stole somethin Fuck two times then I roll somethin, can't no nigga do like me All my chains is icy, all my clothes is pricey In Louis Vuittons, no Nikes; I'm Nino Brown, you Ice-T Snitchin equals dead bodies - snitchin equals dead bodies Nigga caught a death wish, think he caught me slippin I don't play that +Bull+ boy, I'm shootin like Scottie Pippen {*blam*} [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Uhh, I'm dressed up with my sport keys, my Roley bands, love short sleeves Wanted man when I toss seeds, all my bitches cross-breeds These big faces talk G's, I lace my H's, walk, flee I'm V-6'in in V-12's, '93 is my horse fee Life's a bitch I figured I'd bone, smoke this weed when I get a little dome Black star when it's all said and done, gotta put my name in the middle of the road Open boxes, a pair a day, mine don't come in pearl yet I got a party out in U.K., I'ma hit them hoes with my Euro step Insomniac, gotta live my life, where's the pie? I gotta get my slice I homi' shit, where's the body bag? Kiss my Maserati ass Two thick queens in the king's suite, get energized off thin sleep I let all my A.K.A.'s hit, they thought I was ten deep Miss wait me get a $100 tip, pray to God heard my number and I hit Jovy girl make 'em come in from the chip, when you do good all the summers go quick Trust nobody, got thunder on the hip, shotty in the crib, don't start no shit Bad chick, ass and her stomach don't fit, know your lane, don't come with no lip! [Chorus]