Transition

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Keep claiming I'm changin', but you're trippin' Kickin' that stupid shit so long, I start feelin' dumb when I listen I had to get out of that position I ain't got nothin' but real shit on my mind, and you're just fishin' You're diluting your purpose the more you mix in Guess we'll always be complaining, just work hard through the bitchin' Lie right in your eye with a smirk, they support the vision Collision and the system is designed to keep your mind in a prison If you look a while, you'll find the wisdom It's not in the media, infatuation with the television Where's the love? You done left all your principles in the club Life hittin' you several times, guess it's hard to feel the pinch through the drugs Is there exception for a thug? Caught in the trap, but in creation perfect, morning end up catchin' a slug Most of them sinkin' tryin' to make it out the mud Duckin' trouble 24/7 and their only vacation is dusk [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Fake love, gossip and hate, that's all they givin' Gotta make it out this muh'fuckin' maze, 'cause that ain't livin' Ain't no names out, anybody's for pickin' Don't get caught up in the same route, runnin' ya mouth and out here slippin' The ghetto talkin', you don't listen Get your act together or there'll be somebody's nigga' missin' Here's to makin' the transition Money over everything, you see the vision? [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Somewhere praying on your downfall like it works Get in the core, convert the energy before I write the verse Thinkin' of ways to shade a nigga, spite rehearse What is you waiting for? You find it hard to cross me, ice it first I've been gone so long, look back I see dust Went took the trust, banned from the circle here forever last time you'll be discussed In this paper chase you won't pass mine, dyin' to rush Turned on the lineage you're linked to, bet your family members lie in disgust Should have been ballin' but your team jumpin' Put in the category of niggas that check for you when you need somethin' Lookin' out for your broke ego, you're greed drunk and Don't nobody want you around really, relieved from it Let it slide it gets worse, call him out on this shit he sorry Usually his clique first, won't be joining your pitty party Patience can't be found now, pushed it up to the limit probably Waitin' in the wing still, shaky movin', forgivin' hardly [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Fake love, gossip and hate, that's all they givin' Gotta make it out this muh'fuckin' maze, 'cause that ain't livin' Ain't no names out, anybody's for pickin' Don't get caught up in the same route, runnin' ya mouth and out here slippin' The ghetto talkin', you don't listen, nah Get your act together or there'll be somebody's nigga' missin' Here's to makin' the transition Money over everything, you see the vision? [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Used to have voices in my head, that's cool 'Cause the boy still here well fed, that's true Mean that since truth's all that I had, gotta carry that When nothin' you propose or alter it, gotta marry that How we interpret that merge is all relative I stand behind every word, like we all relatives Less made men, over a decade in I'm from the days when lil' niggas got they chest caved in (talk about it) See I left home and sleepin' in parks was like a meltin' pot Ain't DM an ex, it was dark baby and hell is hot Black MPV was parked, used to yell it ock Drive by, circle the block, check if he fell or not Full of smokers in my Polo pull-over The day a nigga' scared to be dolo and pulled over 'Cause they gats go ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Since I remember it all, I'm wantin' a flashback Rest in peace Grandpa, I see him tilting his flask back Our times kinda' the same, it's tough to grasp that No code of honor and they conduct Alarmin' because seein' grievin' mommas somber even Dalai Lama Wish music was my escape I was still naive, it was beautiful when this maze crucial to how we behaved Just like concussion is brutal the way we slave They don't tutor you to what it'll do to you at this stage, listen! Fact sharing, I'm seein' no matter the scenes 'tween a rock and a heart places are bad pairin' I'm paranoid, plenty buy a couple feet and shit Gettin' money is easy, the struggle's keepin' it To all the hustlers in the world, whatever your muse is Hustlin' music, or hustlin' excuses, live! Some think too small, they can't vision it Don't even bother hittin' my line, I'm transitionin' [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Fake love, gossip and hate, that's all they givin' Gotta make it out this muh'fuckin' maze, 'cause that ain't livin' Ain't no names out, anybody's for pickin' Don't get caught up in the same route, runnin' ya mouth and out here slippin' The ghetto talkin', you don't listen Get your act together or there'll be somebody's nigga' missin' Here's to makin' the transition Money over everything, you see the vision? [Outro: Joe Budden] Knahmean? Just some real nigga gossipin', Joey Banks, WHAT UP? Think too small, they can't vision it Don't even bother hittin' my line, I'm transitionin'