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Joe Budden - Текст песни No Comment
[Intro:] 
Uh-ohhhh, uh-oh 
Uh-ohhhhhh! That on top, ohh! 
Ta-ha, Joey (yeah, shit go hard too) 
No comment, no comment 
Ta-ha, whole bunch of yappin 
Jersey! That M.J. bullshit 
Let me talk to 'em, l-look look look 
[Verse 1] 
Since the world don't revolve around me 
(Then what?) Hoodie on, revolver on me 
I'm the wrong one you wanna amp (why?) 
Cause niggaz could get missin 
like you straight out of LeBron's summer camp (ohh!) 
Anytime the fed's see me 
I tell 'em that the only thing FUCKERY here gets you an STD 
My life, should be sold as a movie 
From the (Slum dog) tryin to be a (Millionaire), no groupies 
When did the civilians decide to be a thug? 
Motivated by the hate (BUT) inspired by the love 
Rappers sayin my name like it's a bright tactic 
Jackson 5, put your (Mike) in a casket 
Let the fans gas you and tell you you're nice 
Be a legend in RAP, but a failure in life 
For real, I don't think these dudes is spectacular 
Pretty Ricky thugs who move like spectacular, nigga! 
[Chorus:] 
What up with you and so-and-so? Heard you got a diss 
Don't know about THAT, but I know about this nigga 
No comment (what) no comment (what) 
No comment, I ain't got a comment 
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No comment, y'all ain't gettin nothin from me 
I said, no comment (what) no comment 
No comment, I ain't got a comment 
[Verse 2] 
So I been called a snitch (BUT) 
But I been called worse by better so let's skip over the lecture 
That's a common lie (why?) 
Cause if I ever call the cops it's only gon' be to report a homicide 
How am I in beef? I walk about free 
They only talk about YOU, when you talk about ME 
So go ahead and act hard 
And somebody gon' grab chalk (and) and turn the streets into a blackboard 
So I'm supposed to put niggaz on a pedestal 
for rappin 'bout a bunch of bullshit that they don't ever do 
You look stupid when you go there 
Say I'm only hot online you ain't heatin up nowhere 
SHOT-gun in SHOT-gun, ride right past ya 
Windows down, got every right to blast ya 
No wonder he thinkin he'll provide a disaster 
Cause bitches keep tellin him that size don't matter (ta-ha) 
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
Things niggaz say I don't mind it 
Say they lost respect for me, who the FRUCK is askin you to find it? 
This is me practicin censorship 
Since the new definition of real nigga is sensitive 
In his interview, say I'm askin for a hearse 
But couple months BACK he was askin for a verse 
Only hurts is the team used to bump you 
Now he look like a fiend, I should slump you 
[Outro - ad libs to the end]















