Joe Budden - Send Him Our Love lyrics

Listen!

If you listen to this it's evident you trying to figure out if I'm dude

Or maybe somebody told you I'm that dude

Or maybe you one of the few that dissagree with me

And got your own views about whos really that dude

Well...

The south movement got ten months left

And come valentines day the game will merge to the west

And I feel it's absurd that the east is the selling the less

Screaming new york new york the pioneers is suppose to be the best

You blaming all the vets on the current state of the game

They won't retire so the generation just remain the same

A bunch of oppurtunist that was giving oppurtunity

Too make a difference in music but gave no oppurtunity

Nothing new or fresh just the same ass sound

Same ol' producers with the same ass sound

Up and coming artist's got identity crisis

Cause whenever you you the labels turn you away

But when you me you think of a way

To cast the criticisim aside get on a track say what the fuck you wanna say

The radios gonna play whatever the listeners say it should

And I want the listeners say they should indeeed they should

Indeed I should smack a few niggas like suge

But then they'll black mall me

And the that's a long story no crossover so I wrote the crossover

But if the album sellout I'd be considered a sellout

The fans keep asking whens the album gonna come out

Ask your local execs I'm out!

Look!

What up ray was speechless I ain't no what too say

Got the call like at 8 am with nate saying

You had passed away I'm like why niggas stay playing

Your myspace page playing I started my day aching

It hit me like a tumor felt like it was too soon to

Thought it was a rumor untill it wasn't a rumor

Can't beleave that it's over

But if god called you I ain't even mad at him he must have needed a soldier

I was like your mentor you was like my friend NAH

When I seen you I would treat you like my kin and more

We use to scream fuck thease niggas like tim dogg

You was the only rap nigga I would fend for

Was phiening for beats stuck between a dream and the streets

You just wanted to be seen as elite

Cause you loved far rock like I jersey so I feel ya

But love something too much guaranteed it will kill ya for realer

Nah I mean...

I remember we was in the studio doin... doin you know what will happend

It was me you and core... You told me to keep my verses 16

But you know I can't do that I went ahead and gave them mad bars you was mad as fuck!

You went and tried to strech your shit but I wasn't havng it though nigga

Rian squad keep your head up

Remeber we would diss each other on tracks laugh about it when we met up

I'm looking in your casket praying a nigga get up

For a minute I couldn't help too think that you was set up

No matter who you are you gotta answer when the lord calling

I told you go and fuck with jimmy that's before ballin'

Go get your cash right hard to slow down livin the fast life

I just heard you on flex show last night

Like was it old beef or was you getting stuck up

A line outside your funeral ran was really fucked up

And I was too but the difference is

I was mourned all at the ignorant value of life that living gets

Pulled the burner on you but you fought that dude

I read the paper it said the pigs caught that dude

It's sad another black man taking by a black hand

Wish your last night in the club we could have saved your last dance

God damn!

I remember like... I remember we was in cancun

That was my first time out there in cancun

Me and you was rolling together you talking about where the bitches at

Like nigga I dunno your pose' to be the georgeous gangsta

Don't ask me nothing I don't speak no spanish

I love you nigga!

I know the kids really need you

I keep telling em' pac wanted to sign biggie wanted to see you

Pun wanted to cypher L' wanted you to bring some of that good cush up and get a little higher

Go and help jam master j get the crowd a little hyper

Or maybe freaky tah switched up and needed a ryder

Maybe allyah single up there and needs a ryder

I know you and rick james would set the studio on fire

You in a better place up there at the pearly gates

You can be the georgeous gangsta and niggas won't hate

Some niggas tapped the bottle poured out a little hennesey

I'm in the clouds screaming squad up in your memory

I remember you called me that day I think you was in far rock

You had some bitch in your car and your car broke down

And you called me talking about do I got triple a and shit

I'm like nah but atleast hat answer your question

And you like what question?

I'm like well I just heard a song of yours

Talking about you wanted to know why she won't stay with you

And she wanna go ride with a G'

I love you nigga!