Sangtekst: Joe Budden. For You.

(feat. Royce Da 5'9")

"Biatch! "
"For you! For, for you! For-for you! For you! " ? "Fresh! " [x3]

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Nickel! Of course it's I
The fore ship come as no surprise
I'm low from my chauffeur drive
He married to the streets, he 'bout to divorce his bride
Now throw 'em up! Like you prayin to the porcelain god
Joey!

[Joe Budden:]
I understand why dudes would wanna off me (why?)
It's small beef, goldfish to Jaws' teeth
Knick game, next to Spike, got the floor seats (talk to 'em)
Expired tin plate but the Porsche speeds
Home to wall-to-wall marble in the floor see, Nickel!

[Royce Da 5'9" (Joe Budden):]
Spittin at your eulogy
All you rhyme about is shinin jewelry
You should change your name from MC to Tomfoolery
This is new to me and I will mop a nigga ass UP!
Do him like clean-up
(Or split him down the middle, we could) Do him like a pre-nup
(I mean get him for his re-up) Hoes down, G's up

[Joe Budden:]
Clean cut, pour somethin hot on your mean mug
Star Trek guns outta this world, get beamed up
The last two that you want to see team up
Or link up, FUCK any rapper you think of
Matter fact, ain't a better combo you could dream of

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9", Joe Budden]
[Royce Da 5'9":] Street niggaz gettin money, this is {"For you"}
[Joe Budden:] Jail niggaz waitin on release, this is {"For you"}
[Royce Da 5'9":] Hoh! Trap stars niggaz, this is {"For you"}
[Joe Budden:] Fruck that, bad broads I'm doin it for {"For you"}
[both] WE, ARE {"Fresh"}

[Joe Budden:]
We killin the witness and anyone who maybe saw it
So the court date (they missin the day before it)
Lately floorish coupe, or maybe poor shit
I'm aware that they hate me for it
I stay with the special like Katie Couric
Diss me, soon as they record it they be corpses

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Flawless models lookin like my lady's porcelain
80's corset that can cause a baby abortion
Take her, to Old Navy or maybe Nordstroms
Get her pregnant, marry her or maybe divorce her
Crazy, if a nigga dandelion/dandy lyin
I have him pushin up daisies in a fugazi orifice

[Joe Budden:]
I dress half hood, half corporate
If your closet ain't the size of a master bedroom you won't get the portrait

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Bottom line I'm a sign like endorse it
Y'all niggaz four different characters played out like Norbit
Of course it's the bosses, shoot it then toss it

[Chorus]

[scratched repeatedly: "That was fresh! " ? "Bitch! "]