Released on December 15, 2007

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[Intro: Joell Ortiz]

Yaowa, yaowa

It's J. O. (Joell Ortiz)

It's J. O. (Jump Off)


[Verse 1: Joe Budden]

You now hearin'

Hip-hop at its finest, I'm just

Criminal minded, the Ed Hardy with the fine fit (Oh)

Track just started, no need to rewind it


[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]

Me, I'm bringin' fresh air back, I'm rap's heimlich

Got 'em all sick is that vomit? Ew, you nasty (Ha)

Man, I'll smack your skin if you feel you passed me


[Verse 3: Joe Budden]

It's like we lions against Lassies

Niggas ain't nice, they lyin', the flow ass cheek

I'm on the beat like Contra, pow!

Steamroll over shit, I'm in a Tonka now

This ain't about radio, see, I'm beyond the dial

But still strong arm a nigga, E. Honda style, ow


[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]

The inserts on your album put my ganja out

Y'all sweeter than the lip gloss on Rihanna mouth (Hehe)

Y'all sleepin', in pajamas on your momma couch

I'm freakin', in the Bahamas throwin' condoms out (Yaowa)


[Verse 5: Joe Budden]

Hold up, dawg

These felons ain't predicate, sandcastle delicate

Metal spittin' leave 'em on the field like Everett (Oh)

I does my own stunts, like a Jackie Chan movie

Mismatch, belt Prada but the pants Louie

If you ain't fair to me, then your whole camp sushi

Rockin' Iceberg when niggas didn't understand Snoopy

Damn [?], these chain of command's ran through me

You and your man uzi slow down like Brand Nubie

Can't do me, cramped to me, like a man groupie

If that's the number one pick, then he Sam Bowie

And I hate to blow a homi' on your mans

You ain't Kid Rock, can't box the Tommy witcha hands, ma'fucker (Uh)


[Verse 6: Joell Ortiz]

I was really in the lobby with the grams tryna take guap

In the hallway, all day is or it ain't hot

Listenin' to Hot 9 like, "What do they got

That I don't? With a blindfold, I see everyone they say's hot

It's too easy, I'm feelin' like I'm a cheater (Why?)

The flow heavy; your's light like a slice of pita (Haha)

When moms was pregnant she was lightin' reefer

That's why I'm nice, in the middle of Alaska, I'll write a heater

I'm just cool and rough, hoody matchin' my Adidas

Pants with the permanent wrinkles like I am iron either (Uh)

I will make every last one of you guys believers

Dudes is all lost, that's my word, I'm playin' timer's keeper


[Verse 7: Joe Budden]

Treat me like a big brother, slash fifth tucker

Let the cig snuff you, you a kid, fuck ya

Cocked AK, Mayday, listenin' to "Dre Day"

Camcord me diggin' 'em out somethin' like Ray J

They like Steve Irwin up against the stingray

Heat up like Jean Gray, when somethin' with the beans spray (Uh)


[Verse 8: Joell Ortiz]

Take a sip of E&J, then a little puff or two

Get some butt, then kick out the slut, you's a bugaboo (Haha)

Weak dressers in the ring with Mr. Wonderful

Paul Orndorff, man, y'all all soft and huggable (Woo)

They're dealin' with a pro here that don't care

Y'all stiff and worn out like a closet with old gear

And I ain't goin' nowhere, producers know I'm the best thing

Over those snares, what you speak is wack (Oh)

Ortiz, I overdose like the needle's packed (Come on)

I [?] I give the speakers dap


[Verse 9: Joe Budden]

Hold up, Joell

The ether's back, see, I'm rap's Larry Johnson

Redid my contract, now the chief is back

So blame it on fatigue, have you like Greg Oden

Injured before your first game in the league

I'm spendin' old faces, niggas took my style

Gotta steal my own shit back like O.J. did

Might size you and your spouse, have guys go in your house

With ridges on the nose of the rifle like Alf!

Blaow