Serious
Joe Budden feat. Joell Ortiz Lyrics
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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
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
[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
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
The lyrics of "Serious" by Joe Budden featuring Joell Ortiz are centered on the theme of war and violence. The song is a warning to those who underestimate the serious nature of their opponents. The artists use strong and vivid imagery to detail their readiness for war. They assert that their soldiers are as serious as they can be, and they are not afraid to use violence to defend themselves.
In the first verse, Joe Budden raps about his readiness to engage in war, his determination and confidence in his soldiers as they march into battle. He talks about the importance of showing strength and not backing down when challenged. In the second verse, Joell Ortiz joins in to add more punch to the lyrics by adding his own style and flow. He emphasizes the idea of being prepared for war and willingness to use new toys to carry out their mission. Overall, "Serious" is a song that highlights the harsh realities that come with violence, especially when engaged in warfare.
Line by Line Meaning
You niggas want war? Trust me you don't want war
Don't provoke me for a fight because it won't end well for you
Homeboy, you don't know how serious it could be
You have no idea about the level of seriousness of a conflict with me
Man, the feeling starts, it's a million man march
Things get heated quickly and many people will back me up
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
Everyone on my side is ready for a serious conflict, not playing around
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
When we arrive with force, announcing our presence
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
We'll charge forward and fight with determination
You dick-faced ass nigga's asked for it so here they come
You provoked me and now my crew is coming for you
No matter where they from I disappeared and dump
I'll take out anyone who gets in my way no matter where they're from
No choice but to swear they dumb, but we're not dumb
Those who oppose us are foolish, but we are not to be underestimated
I'm on my Luke Skywalker, get your Jedi spun
I am taking on my enemies with the skill of a Jedi Knight
Guess it's begun, get the private jet, pilot set
The conflict has started, and I'm ready to go to any length to win
Alibi in check, to the island head, make sure it's no survivors left
I'll make sure there are no witnesses and come up with an airtight alibi
Round up all the hostages, bum stiggity bum, stiggity bum
I'll take all my opponents hostage with ease
I pay no mind to the talkin' 'til it's a heightened threat
I don't listen to threats until they reach a certain level of danger
Never baby nigga's with envy to give me my respect
I won't go easy on those who are jealous of me and don't show me respect
I eject bullets from rifles wearin' a sniper vest
I am a skilled shooter and can take anyone out with precision
Find your body OTC, you're like a Prilosec
I'll make sure your body is not found and you're as gone as a Prilosec pill
Y'all won't even hear me comin', Michael Myers' steps
You won't even know I'm there until it's too late, like Michael Myers from Halloween
Hear that thing ch-ch-choppin' 'til no tires left
I'll keep coming at you relentlessly, like a vehicle with no tires left
Bulldogs bark, 4s roars like a lion's breath
My weapons are loud and fierce, like a growling bulldog or a lion
I love new toys, so I invest
I enjoy acquiring new weapons and make sure I stay well-equipped
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Joe Budden
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[Chorus: Joell Ortiz & Joe Budden]
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
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz & Joe Budden]
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
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz & Joe Budden]
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
[Interlude]
You dick-faced ass nigga's asked for it so, here they come
[Verse 2: Joe Budden & Joell Ortiz]
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
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz & Joe Budden]
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
By Any Means
He worked hard on this album. He did it for the people. Give him what he deserves and buy the album.
jonathan wilder
I don't by my music. I just download to save money.
BestInTheWorld
jonathan wilder right thats like buying porn.
Chad Hostetler
jonathan wilder and thats why real hip hop is dying....we and our pocketbooks are the only ones who can save it
Freddie Frankling
+jonathan wilder you're stealing from hard working artists and essentially killing hip hop.
jonathan wilder
How?
WhoIzMDOT
that back and forth flow. that's Hip-Hop!
B Myles
thavibez stlyes n Jada the best with the back n forth flow
TheSpliffstarEffect
These two have so much chemistry together. They really should do a collab album.
By Any Means
I love the album and I can't complain, he did a great job. If I had one complaint, it would be: The only thing missing is a slaughterhouse track.