in the streets shit is fuckin real out hear(white dude singin)
no doubt (jadakiss)
niggas be hatin (white dude singin)
for sure(jadakiss)
violatin (white dude singin)
fuck em (jadakiss)
but you need to know(white dude singin)
oooooooowwwwwwww(jadakiss)
[hook]
jadas got a gun (white dude singin)
all the hatin in the world cant save ya
uh huh(jadakiss)
jadas got a gun (white dude singin)
and all the money in the world cant save ya
uh huh(jadakiss)
jadas got a gun(white dude singin)
and all the niggas in the world cant save ya
uh huh(jadakiss)
jadas got a gun(white dude singin)
and all the screamin in the world cant save ya
[jadakiss]
and i been had one so dont forget that
357 magnum with no kickback
put em all in your six pack
for a big stack
and i never keep the money where i keep the clips at
violatin get you one in your throat
still datin your heat,but me and my guns alope
wen i die burry me with the toats
just in case i run into a lil bit of drama where ever i go
and i wont hesitate make u levitate
hit you with the titanium 38
and its featherweight
bullets like good dope
high will keep em comin
kill a couple niggas then everybody want em
who gonna shoot and who gonna brawl
if push come to shove everybody know you gonna fall
and i got mine on me
the automaty or the fourty cali or even the black glock nine homie
[hook]
jadas got a gun
all the hatin in the world cant save ya
uh huh(jadakiss)
jadas got a gun
and all the money in the world cant save ya
uh huh(jadakiss)
jadas got a gun
(got the sweat just need is the blood and the tears now)
and all the niggas in the world cant save ya
uh huh(jadakiss)
jadas got a gun
and all the screamin in the world cant save ya
[jadakiss]
i got a gun with two hundred shots
im the reason u moved your family to a hole new other block
i got shit that could wake up the deaf
that will knock down the door and break up the steps
dont even bother wearin a vest
cuz these aint the type a slugs thatll get lodged in your chest
got a night time scope that can see through the walls
so just to get shit crackin ima tear up ur dog
imma show you wuts dumbin out
and you can believe wuteva i shoot is comin off or comin out
and dont even try runnin out
cuz the 44 mag will leave ur ass by another house
this is jadakiss
im sprayin everythin i see in my radius
the kid stay blazin shit
which gun is my favorite
i dunno i got em all from the old to the latest shit
jadas got a gun
all the hatin in the world cant save ya
uh huh(jadakiss)
jadas got a gun
and all the money in the world cant save ya
uh huh(jadakiss)
jadas got a gun (four finger stretch body slamin niggas)
and all the niggas in the world cant save ya
jadas got a gun
and all the screamin in the world cant save ya
the guns and the sneakers made jada
the bitches and the refer came later
with the money and the haters
but ima humble kid
still put the pump in your baby motha mouth make her mumble where you live
25 years no felony im tellin yall
why you think i saved it, to blow a nigga mellon off
as a young boy always carried the cap gun
and fell in love with it first time i clapped one
now im a grown man more mature and pleasant
and like hittin niggas in the jaw with the dessert
and everybody gotta gun why not me
you gotta keep it on you now its just like I.D.
and i neva seen a man cry till i seen a man shot
FUCK PRIDE bullets is too damb hot
so if u aint got one you gotta run
handle it
or tell the whole world that
jadas got a gun
all the hatin in the world cant save ya
jadas got a gun
and all the money in the world cant save ya
jadas got a gun
and all the niggas in the world cant save ya
jadas got a gun
and all the screamin in the world cant save ya
jadas got a gun
all the hatin in the world cant save ya
jadas got a gun
and all the money in the world cant save ya
jadas got a gun
and all the niggas in the world cant save ya
jadas got a gun
and all the screamin in the world cant save ya
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Fuck y'all niggas talkin 'bout huh? ("it's time I see you...)
Get it right, you faggot niggas heard Suge Knight
Double R's the only niggas he respect and, y'all niggas shook right?
y'all get on Hot 97 and, talk wit a baritone
wit two niggas downstairs wit ?licensed guns? to take y'all home
scared ass niggas, you think they gon take a life so they can get life (nope)
ask Puff they aint tryin to hear that nigga
for no cake, and y'all can get at us on Labor Day
we make stones that say ? your moms labor day
I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of
handheld don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers
I'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double R's hoodrat
the nigga they come get quick bitch, on this hood shit
Y'all bitches think the ryders a joke, well I don't play (let's go)
I blow you whole fuckin shit up like Tim McVeigh
gimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today
Cross comin y'all better get the fuck out the way
I aint the shit that you see that's on the top of your church
I put a bomb in your baby carriage, brick through your hearse
Tell your CEO, don't call my CEO apologizin (sorry)
I'm at your wake in the choir standin harmonizin
It's Infa-Red the shit that be on top of the heater
The best thing in New York since Steinbrenner signed Jeter
hold Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reef
so stop frontin vegetarian just scared of beef
Yo, ay suck my dick bitch, the way this chick spit ridickliss
Here we go again, only we on Kiss shit
we comin and you keep runnin
you keep claimin you the best that done it
pussy let me see somethin
fake niggas screamin "Ryde or Die"
same niggas we run up on and make 'em cry
outta all the camps in this game, nigga
we the champs in this game
who kick the real shit before the fame
fuck you fat ass, fake bad ass niggas
still play the hood while you ride past niggas
coward trust me, we keep it gutter
hope you stay mad a hater cuz you can't touch us, huh
"It's time I see you..."
Ayo, I aint got a care in the world
Kidnappin your kid, maimin your mom, and airin your girl
and like, you aint got a care in the world
I'm hopeless and numb, I can't see but I can focus my gun
and I'm down for smokin blunts to the head
my nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head
I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now
I'm the nigga that they talk about goin to Chao
and my name ring bells, my blade stay bloody
if you heard about me beefin dog I leave the most shells
the nigga to salute, the quickest to shoot
Holiday Styles, motherfucker, givin you pound
What? Like I won't run up and break your jaw
like they make a vest for your head to stop the 4
I'm tired of rappin, let's get the mack and send niggas on vacation
right in front of the radio station
motherfuckers aint quiet til the tech go off
arteries hitted, hawkin, they neck is shit
I'm the motherfuckin hardest
I smack the shit out of any one of your artists
whatever the label
y'all niggas don't want beef, y'all want meat at the table
and I don't give a fuck, Sheek'll do life in the box
before any of y'all bitch niggas front on the LOX
What? Motherfuckers, c'mon
Yo, If I miss your head and your neck, I'll hurt your chest
if you from the streets betrayal is worse than death
and I'm known for gettin money, not known for wildin
but I'm real I could rock both phones in the island
this is how we even the bets
I kill everything you love dog, right now, even the pets
everything got dubs on it, even the vets
50 close, then 50 wide, even the sets
cuz the bullets is like calisthenics when I'm squirtin
when they start hurtin, that means they workin
only way we comin is hard
[Intro]
Ah-ha!
[Chorus x2 - Jadakiss]
(Wow) What you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink lets all get down
Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound
Know if somethin jump off we gon' hold us down
[Verse 1 - Jadakiss]
Uh me n honey on the dance floor just flexin
Till the neck on my white T start stretchin
Liquor comin outta our paws and we sweatin
But that aint slowin us down, we still steppin
Her gear is strong, her hair is long, her feet is small
And she smoke weed and all, so we gonna pop us a bottle
And blow us a good splif, VIP is crowded but they all look stiff
I'm well connected, I got wolves over there, and N****z that
Act like pitbulls over here, yeah I'm just doin my 1 2 and shit
She's shakin it, doin that Saint Louis shit with her back in it
So I put my bones in it, the rollz go prezzy, got the pink stones in it
Why you want drama with me, I aint gon blast you
Before I put the money on ya head I'ma ask you N****
[Chorus x2 - Jadakiss]
(Wow) What you so mad at now?
Go on get yourself a drink lets all get down
Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound
Know if somethin jump off we gon' hold us down
[Verse 2 - Jadakiss]
Yo yo yo, I'm everything controversial, underground gangsta rap
Slash commercial yeah but still all it takes is a long dutch
For me to get your wifey up out of a Von Dutch
As far as the funeral, you got it, its on us, Them N****z aint crazy
They just on dust, uh so let me get another round
Now Hypno and Clico will sit a brother down
Haze'll have you feelin like you in another town
Then its time for the gangstas so get the rubbers now
K I two of them swirled things, one more drink and ya boy
Might be doin the earl thing, ma its me, you and whoever ya girl bring
Meet me in the back, I'm outside the pearl thing
I got the trey pound hooked on my waist
When they mention my name around other rappers, look in they face and say
[Chorus x2 - Jadakiss]
(Wow) What you so mad at now?
Go on get yourself a drink lets all get down
Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound
Know if somethin jump off we gon' hold us down
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
Can't knock a ***** that didnt make it, if you try
Far as me though, my spot is solidified so when I hit my number
I'ma hit it high and when I'm dead and gone, they gonna say I did it live
Cuz I done been too nice for way too long, they cant hold me back I'm way to strong
Double R D-Block that's what it is and that's what its gonna be
We gettin it on I just wanna know
[Outro x2]
What you so mad at now
Let's all get down
Let's blow this pound
This is my livelihood
That you fuckin' with
This is it right here baby
No more hatin' in the world
You know, it's gonna be what it's gonna be
Ruff Riders
Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams
With things ain't always peachy keen as they seem
City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers
Pan handlers hustlers and doped out fiends
The sun don't shine here, in this part of town
But we all got a town that's similar to this too
'Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood
Take a good look around you 'cuz there's a D Block near you
Place where ain't no body that proud, it's a fuckin' black cloud
That got people under the impression they can act wild
Workin' around though, see if you can pull a trigger on the pound yo
Five minutes flat the whole town though
Lot is assumin' a niggas salary
More lies than truth definitely more rumors than reality
Only way you beatin' a body is a technicality
Other than that catch 'em and Clinton on a gallery
The determination and dedication of discipline
Listenin' and catchin' the jewels you was missin'
And they still doin' coward shit
You know the hate is gonna always be heavy but the love over powers it
Somethin' in the air but the older they get
They kill you quicker over a girl than over a brick
We don't play with the lizards
We make phrases up and say I'm exquisite
Anytime you can pay us a visit
Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams
With things ain't always peachy keen as they seem
City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers
Pan handlers hustlers and doped out fiends
The sun don't shine here, in this part of town
But we all got a town that's similar to this too
'Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood
Take a good look around you 'cuz there's a D Block near you
Welcome to D Block, the mighty, mighty D Block
A place in New York City where Diddy won't even walk
It's D Block, the part of Yonkers I wouldn't be caught
Without two pistols on me that'll be cocked in each pocket
D Block don't even stop to talk, you just keep walkin'
Stick up kids every block who watch for that free op
Portunity, as soon as you leave out that jewelry shop
And you won't even notice your mind will be so preoc
Cupied on that new watch you just copped
You wont even see that ride pullin' up along side you
You'll be shot for you even realize you were spied over three blocks
D Block the place where OG's get knocked, locked up
Get out come home for a week and get re-knocked
You don't even see cops, hip-hop police don't even stop
On D Block, where everybody wants to be Pac
And you can get popped over the new G Unit Reeboks
Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams
With things ain't always peachy keen as they seem
City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers
Pan handlers hustlers and doped out fiends
The sun don't shine here, in this part of town
But we all got a town that's similar to this too
'Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood
Take a good look around you 'cuz there's a D Block near you
If you bust and your gun got nigga, niggas on the run
And you rep where you from nigga you D Block
And you try to come home and your pockets is light as a cup
They don't give a fuck, you D Block
Aiyo bang bang nigga, let's get it on
Homies been a monster, but it's worst now that my son been born
And every nigga where I be, I put in work for free
It's D Block mothafucka, here grab this P
Welcome to D Block, a place where 'lil niggas is killaz
And the mother's raisin' a son that turn into Gorillaz
And the hallway's is pissy as hell
All we do is get bigger
More ignorant, you send us to jail
My niggas shoot anything that'll move
Sell drugs, from the rise to the sun to the fall of the moon
I'd die the way I stand with my man if I can
When the shells come this is D Block ya'll welcome
Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams
With things ain't always peachy keen as they seem
City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers
Pan handlers hustlers and doped out fiends
The sun don't shine here, in this part of town
But we all got a town that's similar to this too
'Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood
Take a good look around you 'cuz there's a D Block near you
WHOMP! WHOMP!
What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE!
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (WHOMP!)
What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE!
I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (WHOMP! WHOMP!)
Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call on a G
Prices cut (?) when you ballin on me
Sleepy I'll fuck all over your jones, holla at my cousin for zones
He don't communicate with Fiend unless you're buildin a home
Hustler kill on his momma, before he short me
Shoot him in his heart then go take it to heart, see gon' mob me (?)
Ghetto red hot, seventeen ward block
Yes I issue more shit for you to cop, then store it by the docks
Hide the fun if you can't afford cops
So ain't no tellin where your boy rots
I employ Rotts that be wildin off the rocks
Speak in fives - like gimme what you got
And still pop a nigga ass from the rooftop
And still catch the 'Kiss performance later with The L.O.X.
We real raw - my dog collar signin with the R and R
Fuck with me you blow up with your car, (?)
How come I don't stop in this
You wanna ride get in and get gone, gotta get my thug on
You wanna war? Okay.. alright.. bring it on
Touch me, you ashes (boy) I'ma leave you gaseous (uh-huh)
I'm a ghetto bastard if I want it let me have it (woo!)
You play the game raw, I make a fuckin mess (BLAOW!)
You play thug in the streets I'm wavin at your chest (nigga)
You heard about me boy, you don't want no drama
I make it hard for you to breathe in the streets
while finessin your baby momma - get your mind right shawty
while you poppin that X, I'ma pop yo' chest
And leave you dead in the party like soakin wet
That's what happens when you flex
In the A-T-L shawty don't be caught in the hype
I make two phone calls from a pay phone and there go your life
Yeah
I, lock shit like a, big pimp nigga
Eight mackin with no, fake shit nigga
Coast to coast tossin hoes with my clique nigga
Stick my clip in, and do a hit for 'Kiss nigga
Dirty money - the only way for this nigga
Hustle after hustle - tryin to be a rich nigga
If I get caught up, I'll never be a snitch nigga
We pimpin hard charge it all to a bitch nigga
Under my denim is a big fo'-fifth nigga
Fuckin with me is like, jumpin off a cliff nigga
And I don't practice I was born with this gift nigga
Pure pimpin from my brain to my lips nigga
Sticky green takes my mind on a trip nigga
In A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps nigga
We call 'em slabs in New York they call 'em whips nigga
One hundred baby - Eightball gotta dip nigga
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh - yo when I'm loadin the clips, niggaz I hate, face be on 'em
That's why I stopped coppin the guns with safeties on 'em
When I touch down, call me up, I'm on the porch
with the mac, servin niggaz "Eightballs" and up
You wanna know why niggaz is broke, because they hate money
The rims that I'm sittin on is in they late twenties
Bitches wanna see me holla at 'em, throw a dollar at 'em and
if they hustle throw some hard or some powder at 'em
This is for my South niggaz
Gold and platinum ice in they mouth niggaz
LET'S RIDE OUT NIGGAZ
Everybody gon' follow the bitches
until they realize, bullets gon' follow the stitches
On the other hand, shit is real low, it's a fact that
nine out of ten niggaz mouths get 'em killed though
What you ride for? What you die for?
Uh, uh...
Fuck... the.. frail shit
Uh, cuz when my coke come in
They gotta use the scales that they weigh the whales wit
Carsons on the jeep, but Gotti made the prototype
Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo light
Determined niggas make it
Kickin down the door and we burnin niggas naked
The house costs a million, sittin on the beach
and the only thing I know if it's furnished I'ma take it
My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360
We got the shit that the government got
Talkin money then you rubbin the spot
Real niggas say that they be wildin
We on the Caiman islands
On a yacht wit our favorite albums
a bad hoe and a plate of salmon
Smokin and drinkin nigga is you thinkin that our fate is violent
I love my nigga for the fact that he real
and nobody on the faculty squeal, what
and if you facin capital pun, pass me a gun
and I'ma give you time to run, while I rapidly peel, uh
We gon make it
we gon make it, we gon make it
I learned the game quickly, and I don't like to rent
So when I fly now I bring my cars on the plane wit me
In this case who's the loser
ran through enough coke for Castro to build schools in Cuba
Teachin kids how to read and write and use the ruger
Motherfuckin niggas is back, Jada and P
We got water, (X, haze)
Plus weight in the D
and I'm tired of hearin about old niggas that had it
and be the same old niggas that ratted
Talkin 'bout how we hawk niggas in they fuckin back
Gun works official but niggas don't be wantin that
Cuz they puss and they mans is lame
We so for real in the hood we make candy rain
I could easily send you to God
But come and see me at the Plaza Hotel I might give you a job
If you can't remember the name
All you gotta do is ask the dame for the niggas that deliver it hard...
Ja- da- mwa, I'll kiss you you bitch ass nigga
That the hood won't miss you you bitch ass nigga
Might find your man dead in the ocean
He be aight though
You know dead rappers get better promotion
Why we don't laugh at death, and cry at birth
Never say you can't do it til you try it first
Be the young niggas eager to pull it
but it's a message in everything trust me, even a bullet
Go to war with the eight and the pound
Think you got your ear to the street now, put your face in the ground
Cuz my shells is expensive
You'll know exactly why when you yellin in intensive
my fellas is offensive
Lucky cuz I got guns that crack your back
but that's not what I prefer I manufacture crack
and, niggas turn bitch when you show 'em the steel
but we know how to bid so y'all go 'head and squeal
I'm comfortable far from home
Eatin right, gettin good rest either on the far or the foam
I'm the reason niggas got deals the past few years
Sound anything like Kiss then sign right here
and, y'all just talkin, I'm doin it well
*spoken*
shut the door bobby
you know why i had to send the boys to come get you
(look man im sorry)
your talking like a bitch now bobby shut the fuck up
come over her....
come over hear...
muah
*rapped*
uhh mother fucking kiss of death nigga..
lets go
J-A-D-A
this is it right here
kiss of death nigga just warn em
J-A-D-A
(what up)
brown skin raspy one of a kind
im just making it clizear the chizamp is hezer
(you gon have to catch me at the top)
the gizame is mizine nigga this yizear
who ever they think can spit i spit on em
hack to
Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars
Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God
And...it's hard just being the boss
Being I can't go to jail cause them years'll cost me
Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me
Rather just sit back and roll a dutch
Think how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch
Think about how I'ma get the 'caine over Customs
Never underestimate niggaz, or over trust them
Uh...yeah them M's is right in my face
I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace
If it don't jam, the Tech will spray
When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray
Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle
I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't escape the devil
Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what
The time to talk is up
So bring the heat, that time is over
While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder
A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on
Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground
I know how to get my pairs off me
They can cry and die from high blood pressure cause tears are salty
It's a symptom if you bobbin your head
Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip
When I get it, you already know I'm throwin them bricks
Puttin purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwin them nicks
That's right, homey, you can't move me
I ain't goin nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies
All you shootin is the breeze, a bootleg uzi
I'm just waitin on a que like Suzie, don't lose me
These penitentiary chances that I take
Should be able to get the mansion by the lake
But I invest my bread into something else
Into something else that'll make something melt
You just gotta feel the kid
if not rap for the fact of how real he is, whatever
Aiyo, niggaz know the champ is in here
He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year
And I just wanna rock for a century
Then chase the book with the documentary
If you, can't do nothin other than flow
Life's a bitch like the mother from +Blow+, let's go
Don't make me put your heart in your lap
Fuck ridin the beat, nigga, I parallel park on the track
Hop out lookin crispy, fresh and new
In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi blue
And, I don't know you.
But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through
Ya'll ain't fuckin with Jason
After I cash in, there's really no justification
Of how I'm gonna change the game, so don't get outta line
[Jadakiss]
uh-huh, real life shit
na'mean True story
Feel me, matter of fact Still feel me
Uh yea, yo
Past few years shit got so ill
Kinda hard for the god to laugh through tears
I went through something with momma, no drama
something that came and went, real life karma
My pop think his son is deserting em, its hurtin em
Guess I gotta be the man, sit down & work with em
My little boy 7, he the sequel to the thug
So I told him the money will never equal the love
Listen I'm grown y'all, when it comes to my family it's never a problem
It's only a phone call, the tend to take that and run with it
So every other month I be on some new number shit
They violated Stay again, Gus totaled the beamer & broke Kay leg again
shhh, let us pray again and I ain't get enough of hanging in local bars yet
Had to let the thang off, cross town in the projects
All these rumors, shit I ain't get robbed yet
Bitch ass niggaz ain't stop actin like broads yet
And arm reach off a gun & a mask, somebody clipped me for a hundred in cash
Still feel me, I hit the road try to get more grip
It was cool til' a mutha fuckin tour bus flipped
uh, no charges brought up, bitch popped up with a kid
Got caught up, then I put a court up
Now The road the the riches is taking me longer
It ain't kill yet so it makin me stronger
I don't know if its the hate, frustration, or hunger
The keep a nigga going, rappin for a reason
Shit don't just don't happen, shit happen for a reason
I'm that dude, like it or love it
I do my thang in the hood, get right with a budget
Ain't afraid to give my life to the public
And when you see me next time maybe we can further discuss
How my 16's give you a visual
I know you thinking he ain't really selling, how he life off residuals
But right now the game is pitiful
niggaz is lonely, they need company cuz they miserable
[Talking]
Yeah, uh-huh shit it still real B
That's why I want you to still feel me
Still feel me, one I'm out
Shine, shine, shine
Everyday when I'm rollin' through the hood
Playas watch me 'cos they know I
Shine, shine, shine
Hey! I know I'm shinin', a fresh pair of whities and a crispy T on
Love to hate me 'cos you know I'm gonna
Shine, shine, shine
Keep doin' what you doin'
It's ya time and its ya shine
I love the way you ride
I hope you shine
The party starts tonight
My friends are comin' over
I really think you fly
Tonight's the night
Shine, shine, shine
I shine like Neptune, Venus, and Mars in yo face in yo state
In and out of cars, in a state, with a date with one of my broads
But you gotta leave that bitch before she gets your dick hard
Thats what shinin' about and when you get the hoe
You can tear her linin' out, what you whinin about?
You in the presence of pimpin', I'm walkin' while limpin'
And holdin' on the drink that I'm sippin', I'm flippin' the script and
I'm slidin' while I'm dippin' my whipin', out of traffic
Its so drastic, boombastic, this shits a hit, Jadakiss
Matter fact nephew, this bitch is a classic
Pass this ayo locy loc' let's blow some dope
Better yet lets go for dough, hoe for hoe
I'm so fa sho, and so low and sensational
You know how I do it
Shine, shine, shine
Everyday when I'm rollin' thru the hood
Playas watch me cuz they know I
Shine, shine, shine
Hey I know I'm shinin', a fresh pair of whities and a crispy T on
Love to hate me 'cuz you know I'm gonna
Shine, shine, shine
Keep doin' what you doin'
Its ya time and its ya shine
I love the way you ride
I hope you shine shine shine shine
The party starts tonight
My friends are comin' over
I really think you fly
Tonight's the night
Shine shine shine
Now whats the haps on the bottle cap, I want a snow bunny
I'm Rick James bitch! I got the show money
And I ain't hatin' for nothin', but it be so funny
How cowards be wantin' see me with my eyes and nose runny
I got nouns and verbs while you got pounds of curbs
And one of us got a place if we around the burbs
I'm fittin' like a lego block, you bulls hittin' while I'm sittin'
In an 8 drop, these suckaz tell me keep it gangsta
But they don't know, when they ain't lookin'
I be hearin' population control
Then I'm lookin' for a breezy with a whole lotta soul
So I can have a malfunction in my wardrobe
Sip! Not the Jada with the smith
It's the Jada with the fo' 5th, clutchin' on the 5th
With Snoop be in the front and his jewelry shinin'
All through his clothes and lil niggaz in the back on the low
But I still shine though
Shine, shine, shine
Everyday when I'm rollin' thru the hood
Playas watch me 'cuz they know I
Shine, shine, shine
Hey! I know I'm shinin', a fresh pair of whities and a crispy T on
Love to hate me 'cuz you know I'm gonna
Shine, shine, shine
Keep doin' what you doin'
It's ya time and its ya shine
I love the way you ride
I hope you shine shine shine shine
The party starts tonight
My friends are comin' over
I really think you fly
Tonight's the night
Shine shine shine
Like a African diamond its deeper than rappin' and rhymin'
Success happens with timin', over here I'm doin' low with the punk
When I'm over there I'm on the low low with my uncle
And all the bitches lookin for us
But I ain't lookin for puss, right now ma' I'm lookin for cush
And I'm strapped with the pound and house shoes, Khakis, T shirts
Thats my surroundings, air force ones, Jeans city
Lab a fitted thats when I'm back in the town
Don't get it confused I'm proud to be gone
Be home in a year with duffle bags out on the lawn
So much money my niggaz keep countin' it wrong
So many hits I cant keep count of the songs
And we still grindin', stainless still nine
And y'all still hate but we still shinin' lets go!
Shine, shine, shine
Everyday when I'm rollin' through the hood
Playas watch me 'cuz they know I
Shine, shine, shine
Hey I know I'm shinin', afresh pair of whities with a crispy T on
Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna
Shine, shine, shine
Keep doin' what you doin'
It's ya time and its ya shine
I love the way you ride
I hope you shine dhine shine shine
The party starts tonight
My friends are comin' over
I really think you fly
Tonight's the night
Yoooo!!
uh, uh-huh, uh
Yo yo yo yo aiyyo
Never will it stop
Hanguns with double digit shots
I move work on other niggas blocks
Leave out the club wit a another niggas watch
Body that man and let other niggas watch
Only thing worse than a coward, is a coward with power
Gotta kill him in the shower, hour
Beats is knockin, hooks is rare
Earned my spot, nobody aint put me here
Burnt my block, I had a fiend cookin wit beer
Like the Bobby Womack of crack
Might see me in the burgandy thing, or the black on black
Matter of fact, go get ya chrome
Cause I rather be, broke together than rich alone
Clappin em' down, backin em' down (uh)
Fuck what ever happened before, I'm whats happenin' now
Now gangstas live, gangstas die
Grab ya guns, soldiers ride (show discipline nigga!)
Kill ya moms, kill ya pops, kill ya seed
Kill ya girl (Its principle nigga!)
Sell ya crack, sell ya coke
Sell ya E, sell ya smoke (you hustlin nigga!)
Grab ya nine, grab ya pound
Grab ya tec, grab ya pump (you bustin at niggaz!,wha)
We bravehearted, I had bitches tryin to posion me
Niggaz who kilt loyalty
Set me up, vested up my move accordingly
I ducked icepicks and icesticks by cops who rookies
Hard to be righteous, and when life can just stop for pussy
Niggaz killin over hoes, guns concealed in their clothes
Bodies at funerals, touch them they feel like they froze
Speech, totally calm, holdin dead rappers dome in my palm
Burnin flag, plus its on the qu'ran, its on the bible
Plus america cause that every car thats drivin
Holdin the homeless sign you focus you know its Nas then
Prince of the globe, leave no prince of the toast
Played with Ouija boards, burned frankencense wit a ghost
I've learned, to do good plus a waste of evil
And do what it takes to keep a smile on the face of my people
I was raised by the apes in this dark creepshow, but yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo
Think bout when I splatter ya mask(yea)
My niggas is happy, ya momma is sad
If ya niggas is riders, the drama will last
If ya niggas is snitch, been judgin my ass
They said I'm too famous to run
So when I empty out this clip, I'm changin the gun
The realer the beef, the longer the clip
Murder ya mans, I'm gone in the mist
Call this girl after dark so we talked the bitch
We aint care cause the whore wasnt shit
Doll, I aint takin the L or waistin a shell
I bring the heat like I'm satan itself
Fuck if you hard, fuck if you soft, long as you lost
Dick in the dirt, shit in ya drawers
Ill make ya grandmother get on the floor
Tie you up, then beat you to a pulp, say that this is a war
If'n the four, mackin a pump, actin I dump
*(jadakiss)*
yo its jay-da-kisssssssssssss
an another one
uh huh
jus' bring it to em'
eh yo what up ma?
*(latin woman)*
aya poppy, give it to me baby
(jerking noises)
*(jay)*ahhhhh, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh!
*(door opens)*
*(gangsta)* nigga what the fuck u doin!
*(jada)*na yo what up, na it ain't like that homie
*(gangsta)*what tha fuck u mean it ain't like that?
(gunshots)
*(jada)*thats what the fuck i mean nig
yo yo yo yo
emcee's catch cold feet when i hold heat
creap to a low beat and kay slay like street sweep
albums of 2000 poundin' muthafuckas like no more public housin'
jada levelin' niggas to the groundin'
buckin' in your spouse'n
bringin' drama like osama and breakin' up thousands
fuck the game
the game wants us
we clip so hard souls of our enemy's taunt us
to pull more triggers fuckit
i grab my gunz and buck'it
like nas u gotta love'it when i touch it
on the mic jada flow toughest
remember that
*(girls singing)*
jada jada jada kiss
where have u been and what is this?
how many times have i told ya i'm not ya bitch
if u like flirting with death, then here, go slit your wrists
*(jadakiss)*
bitch, fuck you.
[Verse 1 - Jadakiss]
Uh, I learnt the game, I know what I want and I'm in it,
The time is now, it's gonna be up in a minute,
You look a ***** in the eye, you could tell if he tinted,
These fake rappers gettin by with these hell of a gimmicks,
They act like it's all love, only love is your money,
so when it's over *****, are you a thug or a dummy,
I'm neither, but I been hot so long, it feels like I got a lifetime fever,
and I ain't gotta spit, I could cough and still eat ya,
and f*** rap I make mills of reefer,
I'm a man first, tired of punchin *****z, so I'ma shoot *****z cuz my hands hurt,
and God is great, guard ya space,
one hand wash the other, both wash the face,
and I head crack so much, it's hard to ace,
.38 revolver flow, its hard to trace, what!
[Chorus - Styles P (Jadakiss)]
f*** that, pop off till nothin in the clip left (pop off)
till nobody in his clique left (nobody)
hole in the head, slashed or the split chest
if they asked what happened (tell em it's the Kiss Of Death)
Hustle hard till none of them bricks left (nothin left),
stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left (take that, take that)
Make sure aint a chain or a chip left (uh uh)
If they asked what happened (tell em' its the Kiss Of Death)
Tell em Kiss (THE KISS OF DEATH!)
[Verse 2 - Jadakiss]
This is LOXville, and even white America'll let y'all negros know Jada got skill
You a jackass like Johnny Knoxville,
so I can jus imagine how ya pops feel (damn!)
and you aint worth my shells, so you should just imagine how the Ak feel,
a lotta *****z is thousandnaires, walkin round town, frontin like they got millz
for what it's worth, I'm one myself, but my strength in the hood outruns my wealth
but you still might catch Kiss in some hot wheels, New Bently coupe, with the stock wheels,
Haha, look how I get back to it, I send my young *****z to do it, in the black Buick,
I don't spit bars, I distribute the crack fluid,
all I'm really waitin on is for *****z to act stupid
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
To all my real *****z, sorry for keepin you waitin,
it's ironic, but the god was beefin with satan,
I love y'all tho, my *****z for even relatin,
this ain't Kiss talkin neither, I'm speakin for Jason,
when you a problem it's harder to keep them from hatin,
*****z jaws, is like laws, don't easy to break em,
if I wasn't on some s***, I'm gettin on it, come to me with ya hand out to me, I'm spittin on it,
I don't wanna hear what happened, matter of fact, I don't even care what happened,
Might as well declare the clappin, cuz my bones is old,
gotta lotta wear and tear from scrappin,
Hate a ***** that, ain't never there to see s***, but always hear what happened,
The thing better than money, is respect,
no love this time, *****, Kiss Of Death, what!
[Chorus]
Turn the fuckin beat on!
Ha!! Yeah, we back! (?)
I had to switch back to Dom Perignon in rap baby!
Cock-and-run to stay in the business
Son of a bitch! Double R, look at me now motherf..
Two-thousand-and-one, "Kiss the Game Goodbye" - let's get it on!
It's the J-A-D-A I got beef with the feds and the D-A
I got footage in the game press replay
I got bitches in the club all over me ma take it e-asy
And y'all scared I can tell
and I'ma get Buckss like Milwaukee cause like +Sam+ I +Can-sell+
I'm that nigga y'all know that
Bang you in tha yard then slide off on the early go back
In the streets I flash the cannon like Kodak
And I spray threes so say cheese
Already told you I'm lookin for enemies
Double R so of course it's better
I love cornrows and Farrah Fawcett feathers
It's a message in a glass bottle read the letter
Money in the bank membership Visa sweaters
And we ride or d-i-e together
Uh uh come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down
(ahh) Come on put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down
Y'all know I got the master flow, fast or slow
Y'all wanna know who the best is aks ya hoe
The honies don't lie they love it
And they cop for real trust me dogg the thugs will dub it
'Kiss hit you with consecutive hot shit
Therefore nobody never gon' spit like I spit
Get money just to walk through off the books
So when you mention my name shit is off the hook
Shirts is off, titties is out
And you know I'm there the hardest niggas in the city is out
I'm in the club ice over the thermal waitin for you to try me
When the lights get low I'ma burn you
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles
Flirt with the hood rats then pop models
Gotta slay two or more, ma that's our motto
And y'all might get down with the team if y'all swallow
(Muahh) Kiss the game goodbye, the game is mine
You thought wrong change ya mind
I'm the nigga that'll pop the king and scoop the queen
and take over the town with a ruthless team
New S-Type wagon, future green
Gun heavy pants saggin I'm used to cream
Who you know can make a million dollar bail on cash
Never did a day and got the jails on smash, K-I double
I move the perico quick, and just let manteca bubble
'Kiss been a boss, y'all just start workin
Now put ya hands up 'til ya arms start hurtin
Don't put 'em down 'til I tell you
Whoever wanna be hard headed then find out what the shells do
Now you can put 'em down if you want
Aiyyo Swizz check it out
I'm shoot over to Cali, yknahmsayin? Check this movie out
Then I'ma check honey out
Then I'ma fly back to N.Y., see what's goin on in the projects
Then I'ma shoot down to Atlanta
See how it's goin down in the Dirty Dirty
Then I'ma shoot over to New Orleans, Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, Miami..
I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch (say what?)
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch (that's right)
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch - now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch (say what?)
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch (that's right)
Down in Miami done seen my bitch - now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
and do a movie but first I gotta read my script
After that I get it poppin at the La Mentage
I'm gettin skull in the Ferrari, bottom garage
Then it's back to N.Y. to my project bitch
She like to do it anywhere, a real hardhead bitch
And she enjoy riffin when I'm gone
but love when I say I'll be there in a minute, listen for the horn
(beep beep beep) I'm down in Atlanta to see my bitch
She go to college, she model, and she got chips
Rock La Perla lingerie
Tattoo on her ass that say that this belong's to Ja'
Now I don't know, what you've been told
But 'Kiss be blowin they mind and spendin they dough
And I'm goin on a lil' trip, I'll be back
Anybody lookin for me, just tell 'em that I'm
I'm on my way to New Orleans, for one whole month
to see my shorty in Magnolia, she got gold fronts
We don't kiss; matter fact I only hit that once
but she chill and she like to smoke big fat blunts
Then I'm swingin through Detroit to see my boo
You think you got every color mink? She got two
And she just slapped a hundred on the toy
Honey was a gangstress for real, gettin money off the board
Then I'm hittin Chi-Town, soon as it die down
Lay up in my chick's house, break a couple pies down
Nobody can do this but 'Kiss, freeze..
.. music please (ahhh-hahhh!)
Ahh, where was I? Oh yes
Off to the Valley so I gotta go West
My chick got the gold Benz and the gray Lex
I hit her with a shirt on cause she got fake breasts, c'mon
That I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch (yesss)
She talkin shit on the celly like she that bitch (yesss)
And this how you know it's definitely real
When you drop the CL-6, then you knock Stephanie Mills
When I get there, she gon' show me more than some brotherly love
Top piece 'til I cum in her mug
I'm tryin to leave and she givin me hell
Told her bend over; I'ma crack that ass like the Liberty Bell
Now I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
I oughta be there by breakfast if I leave by six
And ain't nuttin stoppin Ja'
I'ma get the puss, catch the Rockets game, then be on my way
Now I'm down in Miami to see my bitch
She got her own beauty salon, and she strip
I'm proud of the girl, backside's out of this world
It's sorta like the Holy Trinity...
I'ma say...
I say it's like three different guns you fuckin faggots
Get shot three different ways
Matter fact, make that six different ways
Gun in each hand bitch
None of y'all betta
- "Aint none of y'all betta"
If it is name it
We'll squash you, ASAP, feel it
All I know, niggas give me all my dough
Like Boston George comin through with all my blow
Right now I'm tryin to charter a jet
Fuck this hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect
Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans
Come through the block tryin to screw up your plans
Cuz I still rob niggas for coke
Understand I'm the first one they call when they gettin the dope
I'm the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath
I'm the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast
Like Pacino and DeNiro 'cept they call me Paniro
Sad Styles still spin that arrow, fuck it
Like the boss of New York, you know how I feel
Kill a motherfucker cuz a corpse don't talk (no doubt)
Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head
If the bullets had legs have them run in your head, bitch
- "aint none of y'all betta..."
- "what y'all know about..." [Styles P] - " put in my work..."
- "on the block..."
- "aint none if y'all betta..." [Styles P] - "but you know it's all real..."
- "Is it real? Yeah son!"
- "aint none of y'all betta..." [Sonja Blade] - "what y'all know about..."
- "put in my work..." [Sheek] - "on the block..."
- "aint none of y'all betta..." [Styles P] - "bet you know it's all real..."
- "Is it real? Yeah son!"
- "aint none of y'all betta..."
Let's get it poppin my nigga
Load the tech up and go shoppin my nigga
and I don't mean the mall or no Gucci store
You know what the fuck I want, bricks of raw
and I'm too old to make less than a hundred a year
If it means wavin the hammer and leavin you there
If it means grabbin your kids out daycare
Somebody losin a seed, pay or bleed
It's Sheek Louch, I aint got no heart
I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark
I put 28 holes through the icy car
Fuck around, like the God won't squeeze
If I don't see the badge I'm clappin the D's
LOX motherfucker, the OX motherfucker
The reason why you shouldn't cop drops motherfucker
Like it's something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what
Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex
over the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice
Runners love to pump the bomb
They know no fair ones, now niggas'll jump they moms
You god, minus the 12 disciples
I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles
If I don't like you, I'ma kill you not fight you
I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do
and everybody gon' follow me now
Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown
Faggots want you to kill 'em in a hurry
It fucks me up, like they aint got no money to get buried
You could flip, I'll survive m'kay, motherfucker
In my block still doin twenty-five a day
Know you work out, chest and your back all nice
Uhh.. uh, uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh (uh) uh (uh) uh-uh-uh
Uh (uh) uh (uh) uh-uh-uh
Uh (uh) uh (uh) uh-uh-uh
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Hey yo I got land cars and jewelry, and artillery
And I got every hood feelin me
It's nuttin like when a thug get at you and spit thug literature
Your fanbase wanna get rid of you
Still in the hood doin it
I don't know why I'm doin this, we don't eve move a lot of units
But ain't no threats, don't stress me dog
You gotta let me hear somethin to impress me dog
When I spit I put rappers in line, then smack 'em around
I got 'em all home practicin now
You know 'Kiss be, icey hard and crispy
The truck's manual but the Coupe is 6-B
Listen I ain't never spit nonsense
I'm from the street with a mean vocabulary contents
Whoever you send I'll send back
Y'all all been wack; 'Kiss is makin a strong impact
C'mon
(When 'Kiss, is spittin) They don't love you no more
(When 'Kiss, is spittin) Things will never be the same a-gain
(When 'Kiss, is spittin) Why they hatin on you
It's just like that, ha! (When 'Kiss, is spittin)
Uh, uh, yo, yo
Sinnin or not, I'm grinnin a lot, spendin a knot
Dirty denim and a cinnamon fox
Bitches'll follow, gangsters'll ride, gentlemen watch
Buy the bar, leave drunk, shoot up the block
You might hear 'Kiss spittin, but after the show
you might hear clips spittin, we after your glow
Things'll never be the same again
when your frame get bent, link get worn, change get spent
Confiscate your whip - you think you a player?
I could confiscate your bitch, take her and slay her
If a nigga nicer than me, then Christ is here
You got somethin in the bank? Then the dice is here
I could show you how to gamble your money, handle a gun
but be a family man and go home to your son
Light a candle where you stand, cause that's where you died
and if you heard 'Kiss spittin, then you know it was won, uh
Yo, yo
Hey yo the voice got a lot of people heated, peep it
The flow is like methadone - lot of people need it
Seen it all happen before
Feel like I'm still hustlin; cause the way I'm rappin is raw
You could put your jewels on it
You might just see me in the lightning pickup with the 22's on it
The stakes'll cost you; understand one thing
I do great field work plus I'ma boss too
Loyalty is hard to come by
Y'all know who the streets is run by, could only be one guy
And that be who but 'Kiss, no security
The burner and some niggaz that I grew up with
And the brand new 911, fuck a dime
with a fine eleven at stop signs I'm revvin
And the flow is just so obnoxious
Got to
Make you
Understaaaand
I wanna be your man, I want to be your man !
[Intro - Jadakiss (Pharrell)]
AH-HA! (hot sauce to go)
Light in the incense, backup
And turn the lights off in the motherfucker!
(Hot sauce to go) Right now! Please!
Thank you, muah!
Ahah-ha! (hot sauce to go)
You know who it is! (Jada)
The obvious is beautiful! (hot sauce to go)
Marlvelous, I'm getting older
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams (w/ Jada ad-libs)]
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
[Verse - Jadakiss]
Yo, we gon hit something
I'm cutting the rug wit love
Or I'm on the wall pressed up against something
You should let em know the boss is back
So y'all niggas that went wood go get more shalack
I see bowlegs backing it in
I put it on her wit the ol' school two step, clap and a spin
Filled up her cup, slid her a dutch
You know what's happenin then (what?) in
And all I did was having a grin
Off top let her know I ain't one of these dudes
Rhyming to lose, naw ma I'm rapping to win
Yeah! yes! They know the God be fresh
I'm on that ass blowing purple on the washing set
And even though I came wit thugs
You still might catch a few of them 'Stepping In The Name Of Love'
Uh! It's D on the Block, the Ryde is Ruff
And you wit the motherfucking Billionaire Boys Club!
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams (w/ Jada ad-libs)]
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
[Verse - Jadakiss]
Gangsta leanin, Kiss be in the bank wit cream and
My wrists and my neck be gleamin
Whatever I got cost, Honey look hotter than Hot Sauce
That's why I get to hop in a drop Porsche
Then she get dropped off, told her that the whole block pop off
She come through, take them rocks off
And therefore, wanna know, what would they stare for
They heard about the work, it's as white as your Air Force
Maybe it's the voice that the world got an ear for
Most of these rappers, I just don't care for
So I be on the honies wit the big ol' asses
Hypno and Cleako in big ol' glasses
We could do the damn thang, order the champagne
Honey's Head of the State, and I'm running the Campaign
If you coming, c'mon, if not I'm gone
Other than that, yo Pharrell, sing my song!
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams (w/ Jada ad-libs)]
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Hot sauce to go.. hot sauce to go
[Verse - Jadakiss]
Hey yo, Honey got a goon thinking
That ass like that, she could have the room stinking
I - picked her up in the maroon Lincoln
Blew her back out until the moon sank in
Spend the profit, hold on the to the re
Lock me up, hold on the to key
I want you to wake up in the morning wit me
I got it bad for ya, breakfast and a cab for ya
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams (w/ Jada ad-libs)]
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Hot sauce watch out.. hot sauce to go
Hot sauce to go.. hot sauce to go
[Kanye West]
[Chorus]
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
[Jadakiss]
[Verse 1]
You know me im with a ghetto diva
Stiletto fever, jello shots, yellow reefer
Same rules apply, im back on top
You cant drink or smoke if you not gon pop
See me in the popcorn drop, not gon stop
Taking shots of Petrone, getting top on yachts
From a island to the mountain, rock on rocks
The whole world wanna know, when this lock go drop
Without a doubt, she acknowledge the wealth
Since she aint give brains, I told her let me get some knowledge myself
Then I told her, be proud of yourself, and dig deep
Im trying to see what you can get out of yourself
After all that, I told her to fall back
The Ferrari truck parked in the back, its all black
Next time, bring some friends and more yak
It depends how I feel in the morn' if I call back
[Kanye West]
[Chorus]
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
[Kanye West]
[Verse 2]
Kanye Chedda
Im with this bad Ethiopian chick drinking straight up liquor
I told her im Nigerian straight up nigga
Now is it just me or do them Ug's, have girls feet looking like sheepskin rugs
Some rhyme witta name, some rhyme nameless
Don't try to treat me like I aint famous
My apologies are you into astrology
Cause, um, im trying to make it to Uranus
See, that's a little Don Juan game
All across your chest like Sean John name
Niggas trynna figure out since Kan came
Who the rookie of the year, me or Lebron James
They say whoa don't get caught up in the hype
Aint no telling if they gon love you after tonight
Well if tonights the night, pop bottles, fuck models
Spend money till your broke, my nigga live your life
[Kanye West]
[Chorus]
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
[Jadakiss]
[Verse 3]
Shorty getting it in with me, 600 Benz with me
She wanna spend with me
She see me roll up the bud, and thug up the club
Cause I got my mens with me
She say she leaving her friends for me
They aint getting in with her, cause she gon bend for me
Her tongue spin like a rim for me, do what she can for me
Look like a 10 for me
Now shorty is out with me, using her mouth with me
She looking out for me
She say Kiss where you live
I said, you see the bridge when you step on the balcony
Lets go
[Kanye West]
[Chorus]
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
I'm a gangsta
Yeah, motherfucker
I'm a thug
Uh, please believe
I'm a pimp girl
C'mon, let's go
and I'm a hustler, a hustler
do it, do it, do it...
Yo, I'm a gangsta, cuz I do gangsta shit
matter fact from now on call me gangsta Kiss
you already know I handle my business
slay you then your man before the first candle's finished
feel good when I walk through the hood
best part is, I don't gotta flow I just talk to the hood
and I do alotta readin, and only eat pasta
shrimp fettucini, and pine a la vaca
came here talkin slick, all that real shit
that's why I'm somethin to deal wit
even though I wanted Gore to win
I can fuck with Bush though, cuz he gon let the raw come in
bigger the boss, bigger the picture
bullets is bisexual, cuz they hit niggas and bitches
in a Deville with dubs in the back on a cell phone riffin
I'm all of the above just listen
Yo, I'm a thug so I blow on weed
get money like it grow on trees
have all these hoes roll on E
some of my niggas even stole on D's
work 12 hour shifts, just gimme the word
I get 12 cowards hit, never givin a fuck
18's on the Coupe, deuce O's on the truck
tell P hold the hammer while I handle the dice
shoot him in his bandanna he aint gamblin right
I need a 360 Medina, charcoal gray
treat my guns like my dogs, let 'em bark all day
in a three floor condo with the spiral stairs
made it past the front desk, then the rifle's here
I'm the motherfuckin big shot, I get down
wit a 17, 16, 10 and a six shot
fuck with Kiss get your wig rocked
and if you're smart you'll bounce when my motherfuckin shit drop
Yo, I'm a pimp girl
catch me at the bar with a bottle of Cuervo
mami's rubbin my webo
and this is what got me the ass
honey said her drink was hot so I put my watch in her glass
then she aint even wanna get breakfast
she just wanna hop right up in the truck and get reckless
top from the club all the way to the exit
ask me her name, couldn't tell you if I guessed it
my bitches don't know nothing, don't say nothing
and they pay for everything, I don't pay nothing
I'm a white tee pimp, fresh headband
dirty denim, Timbaland, or a Nike pimp
I like to eat shrimp, and I don't keep a broad long enough to love 'em
now dog that's some deep shit
cuz I don't believe in hoes explorin
Uh huh...
All I want you to do is feel me...
Why take time out, to give you the real me...
Uh, uh, uh
Ayo I grew up very athletic, hard headed
thought I knew everything, wanted to do everything
I was spoiled, stubborn, the only child
so the only thing I could do was hold it down
Now this is something that I could tell you that's no bullshit
I always been wicked with the flow since a lil kid
my first addiction, GI Joes and icies
after that it was light skinned girls and Nikes
breeze through junior high school, then high school
couple of semesters of college and then night school
Moms start riffin, talkin 'bout how she can't support a grown man
so the god start flippin
Pops used to say shit, but never to me much
was like he wasn't even there cuz we aint agree much
used to be gone for whole weeks at a time
puffin one eleven, used to roll three out a dime
then I found myself sleepin in late, doin nothing
fuckin, runnin with the niggas that was hustlin
shop wasn't open then, niggas was workin for a pair of Jordans
the next two weeks they was broke again
me and K keep havin talks of gettin coke again
but the block was crowded we waitin for an openin
meanwhile shit still slow we still flowin
never stop or look back we still goin
Bop passed the demo to Mary then she passed it to cousin
We thought it was on but it wasn't
and we can't blame nobody
look at us now dog, we came in the game nobodies
Double R and Interscope, put that cake up
and we aint go platinum but we made niggas wake up
got 'em all talkin 'bout pumpin the brick
and they only go and see papi to get somethin to sniff
I'm 'bout to fuck the game up for real like in the World Series
nigga that parachute down in the field
I don't rap I provide you bars
and the pain is invisible, but you can't hide the scars
so y'all never be on the level that we're on
ability to have dope thoughts and spit heroin
I'm good just wakin up
"I wanna.."
"I wanna.."
Cruisin baby (c'mon)
Cruise with me, cruise with me
Come ride with me (ride with me)
Ride, ride
Cruisin baby - come smoke with me
(smoke with me)
Cruisin baby (c'mon)
Roll down these streets (bounce)
Bounce (yeah)
Yo, yo
"I wanna.." take a trip to the Beverly Center
and scoop a mean model broad up dawg and get head in the renter
Gotta take her home, clean her up before I can finish
Cause ain't no pussy worth gettin burnt while I'm up in it
Then I made her roll up while I was runnin a bath
And she said she do X, I gave her one and a half
Let her get her roll on and made her jump in the bath
I left her standin there sayin.. haha
"I wanna.." come through in the orange M5
And I got them things in the trunk and they goin for ten-five
It could and it will get ugly, but so what?
No matter how it go down, the hood'll still love me
Never cut broads, I let everybody hit 'em
My bullets is like chicken pox, everybody get 'em
You know Ja' blow pud-dy, lookin for somethin to slay
Mixin the 'gnac with Ocean Spray, c'mon
"I wanna.."
Cruisin baby - come ride with me
Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me
Cruisin baby - come smoke with me
Smoke with me, smoke with me, smoke with me
Cruisin baby - roll down these streets
Roll with me, roll with me, roll with me
with me..
"I wanna.." bust a bitch upside her motherfuckin head
for talkin shit to a pimp
Limp on 'em, flip on 'em, dip on 'em
Crip on 'em, and put this motherfuckin dick on 'em
This sorta fish called a bitch oughta hush up
Rolled a fat blunt and smoked this motherfuckin dope up
Cause you know what? (Whattup?)
Shit a nigga know you're so tough, but bitch I wanna go fuck
"I wanna.." take you upstairs, and do dat dere
Hell motherfuckin yeah
See I'm a real player and I won't waste your time
I've been a starter, I ain't never sat the fuckin pine
Stay on the frontline, it's all by de-sign
Nigga done the crizzime, ain't never dropped a dizzime
Everything is fizzine, rollin up a dizzime
D-O-double-G I got bitches waitin in lizzine
"I wanna.."
Cruisin baby - come ride with me
Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me
Cruisin baby - come smoke with me
Smoke with me, smoke with me, smoke with me
Cruisin baby - roll down these streets
Roll with me, roll with me, roll with me
with me..
Uh-huh, yeah.. yeah..
"I wanna.." do the club thing like in and out in an hour
And then I'm back home bangin shorty out in the shower
Check it I'm chasin the Henny with Coronas
She got in her mind that, she gon' get some Fendi if I bone her
(eh-eh) Backshot was murder from the rear
And she gave me mean top, while I blew the purple in her hair
Oh yeah, after I nutted I was a goner
And still got honey thinkin that
"I wanna.." automatic start on the Aston Martin
Can't beat 'Kiss cause you ain't got half the heart an'
get you hit on the inside for half a carton
Couple of suits - dawg, we fuckin with loot
I got enough dough to chill in court
But I know dudes with twenty-five in and they still ain't short
But never mind that, we can't lose
Pour another drink, roll another dutch up
We gon' cruise, let's go
"I wanna.."
Cruisin baby - come ride with me
Yeah, cruise, cruise.. gangsta, gangsta..
Cruisin baby - come smoke with me
Yea yea, yea yea.. yea yea, gangsta, gangsta..
Cruisin baby - roll down these streets
Cruise.. lay low.. hold it down y'all
with me..
Hold it hold it hold it down, hold it down y'all
"I wanna.."
Yea yea, hold it down
[Verse 1]
Top of the food chain, It's just the way that I do things
The dungaree seats in the blue Range
I'm working with new change, a Gemini nigga with mood swings
had the fiends looking for new things
I stopped playin' with birds and stated playin' with words
the money wasn't right, so I had to stay on the kerb
And I'll be a player later. But for now
Call me pootay 'Kiss, if not that? Montega Jada
I kick hard bars and blow hard weed
and be everywhere, 'cause I move at God's speed
And my aim is to make y'all bleed
Y'all got embarrassed in the class when the teacher used to make y'all read
Uh-huh, Mind over matter
And that's all good but fuck that
My new shit is spine over bladder
And everybody tryin'a get to the top, and that's all good too
but right now - I'm on the ladder
[Chorus]
Look at you then, and (uh-huh)
Look at you now. (yeah)
Don't let this cold cold world,(uh-uhhh)
Bring you down. [x2]
[Verse 2]
I know your queen got her eyes on me
I got my eyes on your queen, The SMG is Heinekken green
Mad thing is you know before long that we gon' get it on
My kit costs thirty and ten to put it on
No tints, windows clean - heavy Windex
gears on the steering wheel, I shift 'em with my index
Real life - it's just in another form
Kiss Of Death, it's about to be another storm
I'm a goddamn raging bull
Stay out of jail by just tellin' myself the cage is full
Got niggaz on the payroll, just to squeeze
You're in no position to challenge my expertise
They get a bonus if they leave you
Old school - from the era of the 45's with the penny on the needle
Boss of the bosses, so please don't violate or cross him
Or you'll be the corpse of the corpses
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Uh- Huh, You know thw word anger
is just one letter short of the word danger, and I aint no stranger
Never use a gat more than twice if you don't clean it
and never say fuck something if you don't mean it
And when it comes to life, the route you've been using thus far aint working right?
Take the scenic
Whatever faith you got, put in a crook
Wanna hide something from a nigga? Put it in a book
Trust me, this album, the vapour's gon' go around
If you aint hot, you need paper to throw around
Yeah, it's getting clearer every day
When you wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and say
[Chorus x2]
[Jadakiss]
Work wit me
I wanna thank y'all fa comin out
Tonight
Dis iz sum reel' shit
Ah--hah
[Jadakiss]
First things first
When a nigga money ain't right
That makes things worst
Now he's just breathing he can barely manage
And he's way past starvin
He's really famished
His right-hand man is up north, that's hurtin em
His cellphone bout to cut off, spring jerkin em
And his baby moms startin to do her thing again
She left him for a nigga pumpin e up in Binghamton
If his money is right than maybe he can diss her
But he can't, and niggas is breakin his little sister
His pops just past
His mom use to be an occasional sniffer
Then she started fuckin with the gas
Dude use to be a star back then
He had the benz CL something
But he just turned his car back in
Mad carrots pawned all his rings
Took this thing next thing I know
Money pawned all his bling
Now he just like everybody
With the same old plans
That can't get over the hump
With the same old grams
They was on the block making fun of him
He slid off came back with his hammer and killed everyone of em
[Hook]
Cause when I come through clear it out,
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out,
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out,
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When i come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe
Me and B.I go man to man
I know niggas with an asshole
Full of parole that go hand in hand
Fuck hot thats humidity
And you can't mix money with stupidity
Even though I get my coke from Columbia
My cars from Germany
And my guns from Sicily
Nothin personal but I was raised different
Hold my joint sideways so I blaze different
Give it to anybody fuck an age difference
From those in the world to those in the ca****
Rub the kite on your chest and swallow the stamp
At the end of the day they still gonna follow the champ
It ain't about being lyrical
Cause when I get in the booth
I make miracles and I ain't stared at you
But I'm in tune with the hood so I'm better than you
And when you see me comin you know what is better to do
[Hook]
[Jadakiss]
Can't lie all I got is my balls and my vocals
And the only security I roll wit is my social
It don't look decent
It's like niggas left they crew in the hood
And went on the rode with the presint
Had it up to here with this fake shit
They don't even want a nigga to earn his
Just give and take shit
Just make sure you mention my name in da top brackets
And make sure you mention your name as the top faggot
Trust me this go around I will not have it
I putin niggas heads to bed like crapmadics
How you think your man died
More money than respect
And it wasn't close it was by a landslide
Listen my nigga your work is sloppy
And I don't love them hoes but the purple got me
If I don't don't do it with music imma do it wit poppy
Just play the sideline and observe and watch me
Let's go
[Hook]
Let's go, uh huh..
K-i-s-s- me...
Uh and i just wanna make...
Love, love, love ...
Ya, i love it when u say...
K-i-s-s me...
Uh and i just wanna make...
Love, love, love...
A yo.. the crib got ur friends working
We travel to france for french curtains
You was there when i was on the bench hurtin
Now that i own my team
Its only right that i condone my queen
Try to show her my dream
And i cant let her get lost now
She carrys the money, the hammer, and material across town
And understand she fine
Understand she mine
She understand the grind
Cooks,clean, and irons
And whatever shes wanna push imma cosign
And if i aint got it already than imma go find it ..
I guess imma lucky don, and shes a lucky queen
Cuz her jewerly box look likes lucky charms
All color stones
And she no that im in the hood
But she also nows that im coming home
Mr. raspy thought i was in love with money
Till the first time we did the nasty
K-i-s-s- me
And i just wanna make
Love, love, love
I love it when u say
K-i-s-s me
And i just wanna make
Love, love, love
Uh yo, Whatever the road to paradise is we on it
Gave you your income tax checks so i can get on with
Those were the days these are the times
You held me down with nearly damn near everything even my rhymes
I will play a song for you
And you will let me know exactly how the ladies will respond from a womens point of view
And thats why my girl is with me
I love it when she layin in the bed with a pearl long vickie
The next best thing to a soldier
Go hard with a fat ass and a head full of rollers
Just look in her eyes and tell she's real
Just imagine the way she smell and the way she feel
The sex was crazy then and crazy still
And you know im from the streets so its crazy ill
And we waiten on the new island
We been to all them 4, 5 times come on mommy u whilin
K-i-s-s- me
And i just wanna make
Love, love, love
I love it when u say
K-i-s-s me
And i just wanna make
Love, love, love
When things was ruff only person i could call was u
Now everything i do i do it all 4 u
Come touch me, come kiss me, come love me neway u wanna boy
N im hood as long as im close to u
N we doing wut grown folks is suppose to do
Come hold me, come feel me, come take me anyway u wanna baby
A yo the money is great but what we got is more better
We got the four letters when it comes from the heart its more pleasure
And for the fact that u trust me still
Thus far i appreciate what we build
All the minks that i bought u
That dragged the floor and all the night u sat up
And bagged the raw
Damn im thinking that u gotta hate it but yet and still u tolerate
It thats y ma we gotta make it
K-i-s-s- me
Ya and i just wanna make
Love, love, love
Ya uh, i love it when u say
K-i-s-s me
Uh and i just wanna make
Love, love, love
[Swizz Beatz]
Swizz Beatz the monsta
Real music (real music) let's go
The hood's hot! (uh-huh, yeah) The hood's hot! (clap)
The hood's hot! (oh, yeah) The hood's hot (yeah, yeah)
[Verse One: Jadakiss]
Yo when I squirt the chrome the funeral home
gon' double they money this year off my work alone
So cool with it, yet and still I'm old school with it
Nobody gotta know who did it
Two-thirds of the L.O., where the X at?
Hoodie under the suit jacket, double-breast that
I'm in the hood like scratch-offs, get them packs off
Lame niggaz cuffin them whack whores
Use of the pick goin back door, no more for the fake
Just stand there and I'ma dish it back off
Might lay it up, might not
Niggaz don't be in the wrong place cause it's me in the right spot
I'm quite hot, y'all niggaz is quite pop
The record don't sell then I still got light rocks
Like wearin Timbs with Nike socks
And the lil' bit of money I did make I put it in light stocks
[Swizz Beatz]
Yeah, how y'all doin out there (Jada whattup nigga?)
How y'all doin out there? (It's your boy Sheek Louch nigga)
The hood's hot! (Thanks for invitin me on this track)
The hood's hot!
[Verse Two: Sheek Louch]
Yo if my flow too tight, put the pressure on
Watch the juice come out like I'm squeezin a Sprite
Make big deals, get out on big bails
Shit, your career about as short as Amil's (ha ha)
Shit on niggaz like I had two tails (damn)
With enough bars to open four jails
If you don't know nigga, ask Madden
How I play with the hammer, in Manhattan
Shank up (yeah) niggaz leak enough blood
to fill a motherfuckin H-2 tank up
Getcha bank up (yeah) who you rank up
Get off his dick and get you a brick (woo!)
We done seen every John Woo flick
So act like The Killer instead of some chick (bitch)
Fuck a pimp cup, get a plastic one (no doubt)
Put some 'gnac in that shit and go and get it done
[Swizz Beatz]
How y'all doin out there? (You know what they want right)
How y'all doin out there? (They want that gangsta shit from us daddy)
The hood's hot! (So let that shit hit you)
The hood's hot!
[Verse Three: Sheek]
Me and 'Kiss hot like lava (no doubt)
We got sons in the game and we don't need Maury to know who the father
If we don't know you, your bars ain't big enough (nah)
You need a gimmick, go run around the block with Puff
Get a Black Phone, rent some of Jigga's stuff
I'm like T-Dub, you wanna be dubbed (no doubt)
I was there when a lil' nigga re'd up
You ain't Willie, you just act G'd up
[Jadakiss]
Yeah, uh, yo
I branched out, so you can get the deez
In the glass seam bags you can pull the stamps out
Nigga the champ's out, we don't rock loud colors
We pop loud guns nigga to stand out
You know what it is kid, your man got the money in his crib
Then we gon' go in your man's house
Double R D-Block nigga the camp's out
Can't forget about Swizz, he blowin the amps out, what?
[Swizz Beatz]
How y'all doin out there?
How y'all doin out there?
The hood's hot!
The hood's hot!
(Jadakiss) Hahah (Sheek)
WHOOO!!! D-Block, Darkchild
Uh huh, yeah
Uh - yeah
Yo, I'm just too much, I flow too sick
I be on top of the snare, all over the kick
Since a youngcat, I been one wit the drum tap
The purple start pushin my lungs back
Been there, done that
My words stick to you like thumb tacks
Pardon me, LOX hooked up wit Rodney
The Ferrari's teal, but the truck's mahogany
Hating, I can't get you bastards off me
Fresh like I just took the plastic off me
Me and streets is high school sweethearts
And I'm always in her so she can't divorce me
Can't see farther than Kiss, I'm like a father to this
Want ya go and cop your father to this
I possess the whole package - the girls, the thongs
And there's something about me the world just loves
D-Block bringing hell of a pain, 'Honey' tell em my name
(J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(J-A-D-A) I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(J-A-D-A) We just keep going, this shit don't stop
Sheek Louch get it popping, this shit don't stop
Got your boobs hitting, shaking in a Halter Top
Drizzling out, no shirt, burgandy drop
Chain's bigger than Chuck D and Flava's clock
Yeah boy, Sheek kinda hot these days
Hold the heat when I spit, need ten ice trays
D-Block what up? what's fucking wit that?
Got the Camp spitting heavy on this Jerkins track
Glock jerk him back, either that or the mac
I prefer chrome but take it if you got it in black
Thick shorty wanna hop on it
I tell her not here, but we could go inside the bathroom 'Honey
Let me give it to your straight, I ain't spending no money
We could drink till we pass out, make dicks and all that
I'm a gangster, I bet shorty crawl back
Got her job through a two way contact
(S-H-E-E-K) Pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S-H-E-E-K) I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(S-H-E-E-K) The club'll band, the beat will knock
(S-H-E-E-K) We just keep going, this shit don't stop
Hey yo it's Louchy baby, smoke screen in the Mercedes
Naw it's just weed, I'm fucking wit y'all
Oil slick, it's the juice that I throw out the back
But it's for real lil nigga if you hearing the clack
I'm bringing it back, you don't wanna jump to this
I'm David Blaine, it's magic how I gave it the Kiss
Letting it off, nigga like we hunting to diss (J-A-D-A)
Hey yo Kiss (
what up Louch?) yo take it from there
Raspy voice, flow of the year; It's the cue tip bars
They feel good when they go in your ear
Ti Gun, Peanut Punch your girl ain't ready (F-A-G-E-A)
(Sheek: Sheek Louch!) Jadakiss, the world ain't ready
We got haze in the air and we pouring the yac
Bout to get up on 'Honey' cause she throwing it back
And you know I keep the hawk on my neck, so don't violate
Cause I can't wait for it to go in your back, uh
(J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(S-H-E-E-K) I'm taking your money, the funeral stop
(J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the beat'll knock
(S-H-E-E-K) We just keep going, this shit don't stop
K, feel me
[CHORUS:]
I'm going back to the way (yeah)
The way I used to be (uh-huh)
I got no love for these n****s (naw)
Cause they ain't got love for me (uh-uh)
I'm going back to the way (yeah)
The way I used to be (uh-huh)
With no love for these n****s (naw)
Cause they ain't got love for me yeah (uh, yeah)
[VERSE 1:]
Yo I don't go to church much but I need him a lot
And the ryde is ruff that's why I got D on my block
So you can't even get it less I give it to you hard
And everybody don't get it then some n****s get a nod
I done brung n****s shopping
Brung n****s touring
Those with high bails came home by the morning
Kept n****s with Nikes on n****s lights on
Not on no sucka shit trying to make it right for them
Then you try to show 'em shit
The average n***a don't appreciate nothing so
All that shit is over with
Entourage light up more shooters than fighters
People that's there to work stead is there to divide us
No more royalties, loyal fees
The less headaches it is
More for me
I'ma grown man
It took me a minute to figure out
My career is in my own hand
[CHORUS:]
I'm going back to the way
The way I used to be
I got no love for these n****s
Cause they ain't got love for me
I'm going back to the way (uh-huh)
The way I used to be (uh)
With no love for these n****s (naw)
Cause they ain't got love for me yeah
[VERSE 2:]
Yo, as far as the industry goes
Everybody's a foe
Only a friend when they want you to flow
I done came straight off the plane into another mans session
And spit pain and ain't charge him a thing
Had to make my line of respect real thinner
Started getting real hungry
I needed a real dinner
Sin whoever you want, I'm kissing them all
Did a track with everybody except Mr. Shakur
To me a plaque ain't nothing
But some shit for the wall
And I ain't hating on the people who got 'em
I got a lot of 'em
But I don't got the money they got
So I ain't proud of 'em
I'm proud of me
Cause only I can get the guts out of me (what)
[CHORUS:]
I'm going back to the way (yeah)
The way I used to be
I got no love for these n****s (naw)
Cause they ain't got love for me (uh)
I'm going back to the way (uh-huh)
The way I used to be (yeah)
With no love for these n****s (naw)
Cause they ain't got love for me yeah
[VERSE 3:]
Even though I'm strong
The bullshit still be penetrating
It ain't nothing personal ya'll
I'm just ventilating
It was starting to make me tense
How I put a dent in the game
And came back to make more dents
More than one hand on the gun
Just makes more prints
The older I get
The Bible starts to make more sense
When I drive by and give you the horn
I ain't flip, I'm just handling my business
And keeping it going
Instead of pieces, I'm getting the lumps for real for real
And get a n***a ass like I did from the jump
Cause usually a problem would help
And you always gonna need somebody
But all you got is yourself that's why
[CHORUS:]
I'm going back to the way
The way I used to be
I got no love for these n****s
Cause they ain't got love for me
I'm going back to the way
The way I used to be
With no love for these n****s
Cause they ain't got love for me yeah
You did it baby!
Congratulations, homie!
You made history!
1.1 million in a short week! [laughs]
Screw a press conference, press this on your conscience!
D-Block, cheers!
Yeah!
I ain't mad, I don't wanna sound mad, I feel marvelous..
D-Block, Double R, fuckin' faggots..
We gon' handle this like grown men, you won't win
You don't even feel comfortable in your own skin
I rap my ass off, I'm fightin' the champ with the glass jaw
at the Garden or Nassau
See me, couple hood niggaz behind stars
I heard you put a couple good niggaz bars, (Preme!)
I might never sell that much
But you can bet your last 2 quarters, I never tell that much
Picture 'Kiss not come out swingin'
It's like going to see 50 at a show and he don't come out singin'
Yeah, you got a felony, but you ain't a predicate
Never the King of New York, you live in Connecticut
You don't be in the hood, you be in the woods
Fuckin' wit' me, is where you really gon' be for good
I hold the 4-5 myself, and hop out the Range on 1-4-5 myself
This is a true fact
Since when has it become cool to get shot and not shoot back
Trackmasters shelfed you, Bravehearts helped you
Then everybody felt you, now I gotta melt you
And don't try to pull rank on 'Kiss
Cause the niggaz I'ma send to do it ain't gon' miss
Be layed up stiff, I spit straight up 'piph
I did real songs with BIG, no made-up shits
And I don't got a problem with clout
You ain't get shot again yet, so what's your second album about? (Nothin'!)
Your raps are pre-school, you made a lot of money, now be cool
'Fore I swell up your lips like seafood
Can I get a mic check? You don't stand a chance
To dance with me dog, ya steps ain't right yet
Block is just fine, homie, the D's straight
Most likely your new CD is a weed plate
Bunch of love songs, 100% pure garbage
Just somethin' to break up buds on
You should just sell clothes and sneakers
Cause outta your whole camp your flow's the weakest
I'm in the town where the young boys is clappin', (clappin')
You runnin' around with the lieutenant and captain, [laughs]
It'll take a lifetime to see 'Kiss
You had to get shot 9 times to be rich
Rat ass nigga, you's a animal
You's a motherfuckin' animal
Pig ass nigga, you's a animal
You's a motherfuckin' animal
Snake ass nigga, you's a animal
You's a motherfuckin' animal
Matter of fact, you ain't no animal
I'ma show these motherfuckers how to handle you
D-Block!
I'll be by your side (General)
I'll always find a way
I love you too much, to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
[VERSE 1:]
(By your side)
It makes me strong
It gives me the strength to bang out and make these songs
If I do it on the spot or if it takes me long they can't stop me
Even if my breaks was on
I'm still...
(By your side)
I'm always here, nobody's perfect
Life ain't always fair
I used to not give a fuck
I ain't always care when it's too hot for the hammer
You know the hawk is right…
(By your side)
Until you get to the car
And you gotta get through the D before you get to the R
If I don't get you today then I'ma get you tomorrow
As soon as you come out your crib I'ma be right…
(By your side)
Where I'm supposed to be
Close to you, with the toast close to me
And screw it if it's the right or wrong thing
When you in the sight of that long thing
You wish you had a strong team right…
(By your side)
[CHORUS:]
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side (yeah, yeah)
By your side (let's go)
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side
[VERSE 2:]
As long as you need me
I'm down for whatever hommie as long as you feed me
I pull the big joints out as long as the TV
Or I can play my part and just breathe easy right…
(By your side)
As soon as something happen to you
Your n*****s would bounce and you thought they were scrappin' witcha you
Now you cleanin' your cuts with peroxide
And you wake up in the ER with the Doc right…
(By your side)
Puttin' tubes in you and you can't even eat right
They puttin' food in you
Your body's getting colder
Devil on your shoulder
And you Mom's in the room but you just wanna hold her…
(By your side)
Nothin' but realness
That's why everybody in the world could feel this
I'm on top and ya'll under me
So when it's over; if I ain't in the front, atleast I'm gonna be…
(By your side)
[CHORUS:]
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side (yeah)
By your side (let's go)
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side
[VERSE 3:]
Until they finish me off
If they don't get us both you'll be sending me off
And please just do me this favor
Stick to our little plan
And f*ck the money
Just keep my little man…
(By your side)
And show 'em there's hope
And he gon' think he knows whats going
But show him the ropes
And if you bring him to the Gucci store
Show him the loffs hood n*****s I'm just showing you growth
But I'm still right…
(By your side)
You know Kiss don't gotta aim his gun at you to be focused
And if you broke now n***a when you see those chips
Watch how many people come out of nowhere
And try to be…
(By your side)
The answer's plenty
Cause when you handling business you can't be friendly
And if you tryna stack something
Can't be pennies
Most likely grants and benggies
And you better keep 'em…
(By your side)
[CHORUS:]
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side
By your side
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side
By your side
By your side
By your side
What's up ma? Is we fuckin' or what?
Haha, trying to say something tonight baby
I know everybody ask their chick this question
In the house, in the club, in the car, outside, everywhere
All my stripclub honeys is we fuckin' or what?
All my eat-pill honeys is we fuckin' or what?
All my hoodrat honeys is we fuckin' or what?
I just wanna know one thing, is we fuckin' or what?
Ain't no need in buying a drink or holding a convo
If you ain't coming back to the condo
It's damn near 4 in the morning ain't shit to discuss
Til you ask which dick do you suck
I'm trying to fuck til it's light outside
You feel the same? Get your coat get your friends
The truck right outside
Listen ma I wanna ball out
So when I nut I expect you to suck it all out
And let my man tear your walls out
Cause he just came home and he need pussy to fall out
I get it crump ask the fellow players
Kiss hit more hoes than they list in the yellow pages
It's never to cuff 'em share 'em right after I fuck 'em
To come clean I'm a mellow gangster
Pass a chick like a baton runner to runner
Been through a million thongs from summer to summer
So you'll never see J stressed they always say yes
Everynight dog I be bustin a nut
I just can't stop gettin' the butt
And the only thing I ask girlfriend is we fuckin' or what?
Look if you don't like men be out
And if it's all good and you got a girlfriend then we out
Please don't hit me with the two worse lines
How you don't be doing this or this is your first time
Listen we all grown bitch you came here on your own bitch
I leave them lawsuits alone bitch
She try to tell me she model
I told her me too you ain't saying nothing slick suck it and swallow
I just wanna hit you from the back and watch the Apollo
And if the pussys all that I might holla tomorrow
But you acting like a rabbit how you cling to the carrots
It ain't the bling it's the nigga ma get it and stash it
Caught a coy, caught a flashback check this out
Bring your girlfriend in the room shorty and lick her asscrack
And even though your toungue stuck in her butt
Oh, From 3rd Grade To The Stage
Getting Arrested & Thrown In The Same Cage
I’m A Little 0lder, But We Still The Same Age
Really The 0nly 0ne To Tolerate My Strange Ways.
Yeah, That’s Why I Would Die For You,
Everybody Gon Die, But Who Gonna Die Loyal?
Sometimes I Be Wishing I Could Do That Time For You,
My Spirits Ain’t The Same Always Got My Mind 0n You.
I Thought I Had The Right Plan
Up Until The Feds Amputated My Right Hand
The Money Started Blowing Away Just Like Sand
And Whatever Was Left, All Went To The White Man
Then I Just Bare Down, Cause I Know He’s Coming Back,
But He Ain’t Here Now!
Damn, I Didn’t Wanna Do 0ne 0f These Joints, So I Grabbed Two
I Ain’t Had A Good Night Sleep, Since They Grabbed You
On Your Way To Get Your Passport When They Bagged You
I’ma Hold You Down, You’re My Dude, I’ll Be Glad To! ..
And They Don’t Be Letting Dudes Go
But If You Never Would Have Had The Rachet They’da Had To
Had To, The Shit That They Stay Doing
Hated When A Dude Come At You, How Kay Hoing?
Staring at ‘Em Like A Weirdo
Tell ‘Em He Doing Better Than Dudes 0ut Here, Though
Are You Being Nosy, 0r Do You Really Care Though?
That Ain’t Something I Wanna Share, Yo!
Then I Just Bare Down, Cause I Know He Coming Back,
But He Ain’t Here Now, Yeah!
Then I Just Bare Down, Cause I Know He Coming Back,
But He Ain’t Here Now, Yeah!
Pull Your Head, My Dude!
Be Home Soon!
You Already Know I’ve Got You
Everything Happen For A Reason!
Everybody 0n Locked Down
From DFY To The Mother Fucking Feds
Hold Your Head, My Dudes
Chorus:
Touch my chedda feel my...
Touch my chedda feel my...
Touch my chedda feel my...
I'll be smoking trees and their leaves when they found me
I'll be smoking trees and their leaves when they found me
I'll be smoking trees and their leaves when they found me
OK, I don't got nobody on my brand new Maserati
Got I'm sitting on the engine, screaming... at you boys!
They don't want a problem, I am fresh I...
Right upon that murder... next to daddy and them boys
Swiss open that casket, I... like it was cracking
Your ASAP was happening, let's get these bastards
I got no feeling in my body for nobody
So I probably take your hottie and just pass it to my boy
Oh, riding riding in that Bronx with that big...
Squeezing into the unconscious, then he shoot the youngers
I knew he wasn't ready, I pull off like Machiavelli
Now I'm aiming at your belly watching... with my boys!
... to get focused,
Photo post got me opened
Now we're bad man and the...
And I'm the joker!
See them mollie and them boys
When they'll be flying, they'll be flying
All I say is... poppy and them boys!
Chorus:
Touch my chedda feel my...
Touch my chedda feel my...
Touch my chedda feel my...
I'll be smoking trees and their leaves when they found me
I'll be smoking trees and their leaves when they found me
I'll be smoking trees and their leaves when they found me
Rhyme, rhyme that... in the zone that's...
Ain't not hard to find me, I'm waving that...
I'll be smoking trees and their leaves with their mommy
I was on the block selling keys when they saw me
Roll, I've been sparkling... weary about the market
Salad Cush... every everything except chocolate
Yeah, I'm constantly... stuck with whatever I'm seeing
Patiently just waiting for that Bentley SUV
I was shopping on linen
Hate the fact that I'm shining
Feel the back of that...
Trying to run off with the consignment
Stop you on a...
Stop you on a...
Do it for the hood and niggas in the...
You know who I'm down with, what I overrun with
They're in the building, but I got the building surrounded
All I do is wait cause I don't got time to count it
And the city is mine, ain't no fucking doubt about it!
Chorus:
Touch my chedda feel my...
Touch my chedda feel my...
Touch my chedda feel my...
I'll be smoking trees and their leaves when they found us
I'll be smoking trees and their leaves when they found us
Aha, it's dead real
Yo, why is Jadakiss as hard as it gets
Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in debt
And why them dudes ain't ridin' if there part of your set
And why they never get it poppin' but they party to death
Yea, and why they gon' give you life for a murder
Turn around only give you eight months for a burner, it's goin' down
Why they sellin' niggaz, CD's for under a dime?
If it's all love daddy why you come wit' your nine?
Why my niggaz ain't get that cake?
Why is a brother up North better than Jordan?
That ain't get that break
Why you ain't stackin' instead of tryin' to be fly?
Why is rattin' at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill Tupac n' Chris?
Why at the bar you ain't take straight shots instead of poppin' Criss?
Why them bullets have to hit that door?
Why did Kobe have to hit that raw?
Why he kiss that whore? Why?
All that I been givin'
Is this pain that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that?
Try'd to make it my way
But got sent up on the highway
Why, oh why?
Why they do me like that?
Why would niggaz push pounds and powder?
Why did bush knock down the towers?
Why you around them cowards?
Why Aaliyah have to take that flight?
Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari?
Why he take that bike?
Why they gotta open your package and read your mail?
Why they stop lettin' niggaz get degreez in jail?
Why you gotta do eighty-five percent of your time?
And why do niggaz lie in eighty-five percent of they rhymes?
Why a nigga always want what he can't have?
Why I can't come through in the pecan Jag?
Why did crack have to hit so hard even though it's almost over?
Why niggaz can't get no jobs?
Why they come up wit' the witness protection?
Why they let the terminator win the election?
Come on, pay attention
Why sell in the stores what you can sell in the streets?
Why I say the hottest shit but be sellin' the least?
All that I been givin'
Is this pain that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that?
Try'd to make it my way
But got sent up on the highway
Why, oh why?
Why they do me like that?
Uh, yea, yo
Why Halle have to let a white man pop her to get a Oscar?
Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it?
Why they didn't make the CL6 wit' a clutch?
And if you don't smoke why the hell you reachin' for my dutch?
Why rap, 'cuz I need air time?
Why be on the curb wit' a, ?Why lie, I need a beer? sign?
Why all the young niggaz is dyin'?
'Cuz they moms at work, they pops is gone, they livin' wit' iron
Why they ain't give us a cure for aids?
Why my diesel have fiends in the spot on the floor for days?
Why you screamin' like it's slug, it's only the hawk?
Why my buzz in L.A. ain't like it is in New York?
Why you forcin' you to be hard?
Why ain't you a thug by choice?
Why the whole world love my voice?
Why try to tell 'em that it's the flow son?
And you know why they made the new twenties
'Cuz I got all my old ones that's why
All that I been givin'
Is this pain that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that?
Try'd to make it my way
But got sent up on the highway
Why, oh why?
[Swizz Beatz]
He's Phony She's Fake
Thats The Type of People i Hate
Hey Hey Hey JADA JADA!Hey Hey Hey JADA JADA!
(Point 'em out Point 'em out Point 'em out)
He's Phony She's Fake
Thats The Type of People i Hate
If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands
If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands
Wait a Minute
Whose Real Whose not? Shes Real But Hes Not
If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands
If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands
[Jadakiss]
Yea Yo Guns Gone Clap
Packs Gone Move
Blood Get Drawn
Skin Gone Bruise
Real Gone Win and Fake Gone Lose
The Love Over Powers They Hatin' By Twos
All They Left Was The Yellow Tape and His Shoes
Its Real When The Funeral And Wake Make The News
Load The Trey-Pound So We Six Up On Em
So When They Act Phony We Just Switch Up On Em
[Swizz beatz]
He's Phony She's Fake
Thats The Type of People i Hate
If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands
If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands
Wait a Minute
Whose Real Whose not? Shes Real But Hes Not
If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands
If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands
[ OJ Da Juiceman]
Whose Phony Whose Fake? Silver Hummer On Eights
Life's Good im Straight
Clap Your Hand One Time If You Relate
Cant Keep it 100 Them The Ones i Hate
But ima Keep it 200 For The Ones That Fake
Red And Black Cars And They Ready On Skates
Young Juice Man Put Your Burner On My Plate
[Swizz Beatz]
He's Phony She's Fake
Thats The Type of People i Hate
If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands
If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands
Wait a Minute
Whose Real Whose not? Shes Real But Hes Not
If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands
If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands
[Jadakiss]
Yea Yo Pocket Full Of Cash Wallet Full Of Class
In And Out The Lanes Dippin Through The Traffic
We Aint Hustlin' No More We Doin Gymnastics
Couple Of Flips And Then Stash it Bastards
Real Gone Reconize Real Phony Gone Reconize Steel
I Recon i Will
Expose Those Who Are
A Few Aint But You Are
I Done Gone Too Far
Im Sorry
Muahh!
Get Your Self A Fresh Flesh Wound Or A New Scar
Bullet Holes All On The Side Of Your New Car
Load Up The AR
Spray All
Ok Yall?
Its Real On This Side
Phony Wherever They Are
[Swizz Beatz]
He's Phony She's Fake
Thats The Type of People i Hate
If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands
If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands
Wait a Minute
Whose Real Whose not? Shes Real But Hes Not
If Your Real and You Know it Clap Your Hands
i love you, yo
game was a half bad till the fagots came,
got the weed man need me at baggage claim
in the same way never has the status change
so when i tell you i love you, that's explains why i'm trying to get the ...souls move in the slow
saint quentin bars with the pelican bay flow, toughed in a years
chuck's in a representing for niggers,
sales took a deep line, i got the dope working
who else better could be the hood's spoke person
knife to the neck got your throat squirting, hopefully you dead on a rival, close curtains
yeah, i'ma be in the rear, faded, like i was dead when he made it
everywhere you look i'm right there and you hate it
if it's good then copy it i don't care what the wait is, i don't care
think will happen, so don't chance them, i make ... music, in the yard anthems
some niggers pay bills, some niggers pay ransoms
i don't just sell my bricks, i advance them
i don't just break the artists, i enhance them
anytime i'm with the devil, i'm dancing, yeah
i got extra jewels on, lot of these niggers be pussies, plus they move wrong
that's why they be the dudes that get moved on, big pictures over when they turn the news on
word coming from the bay and from tucson, case a nigger gets in the way you know what to do to them, no
move on to the next mission, i'm getting money though, no i ain't said tripping
i'm just saying that's what it is, you ain't gonna have a problem paying if you love the kids
ballshit homie, in the beverly center with the 4 50 on me,
i was holding the civic, east side, 400 strong over the bridge
does too powerful to go on the fridge, but go in your girlfriend's mouth then go in the ribs, ha ha
besides money i ain't bring shit, except for the 3 piece and the wing tips
pockets square and the time fords, you know what it is, is that time log
Errrr, here we go again
Uh, un-hunh
Uh, un-hunh
Uh, un-hunh
Yeah, yo Kiss
What up dog?
These niggas running around here like they controling this shit
No doubt
Let's show these niggas how to take hold of this shit
That's what I'm talkin about baby
For real baby
Let's get it on
I only gave you the crown so I could shoot it off your fuckin head
Yall niggas fuckin dead, you heard what the fuck I said
I talk shit cause I walk shit, start shit, New York shit
The hawk shit, spark shit, the dark shit
And it been that way, fuck how a nigga live it's gon' end that way
Niggas is part of a game that I don't play
Never catch dog carrying what I don't weigh
That's three 45s, one 38, 173 pounds straight out the gate
I don't hate, got no beef but knock a nigga off quick
And I'm mad like a bitch and a nigga with a soft dick
Get off this, fucking with X, but on some other shit
Why the fuck you fucking with X? You must be fucking with X
Go catch a chicken, fucking with me you gon' catch a whippen
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Look don't try to apologize on your two way
Sympathy don't amuse me, go get your uzi
And let's make a real movie
Play bad guy and good guy til the hood die
Toast yall cowards
Now I know the reason why Pac ain't really like most yall cowards
Im'a show you how to swing the chrome for real
Dog this year we gon' bring it home for real
What you wanna bet the llama'll squash you
I been had a white fan base before the signing of Marshall
Boy Kiss is thorough, hit your girl
Put it all up her stomach til she earl
Yall niggas ain't nice ya lucky
So fuck it Im'a sell dope long as the price is lovely
And it ain't only the voice it's the bars of death
DMX and Jadakiss nigga guard ya chest
When is they getting off our dicks, them niggas is clowns
How many dogs you let go up, still getting down
Like 'face said, last of a dying breed
For stomach and I feed still trying to eat
Lead by greed that's when you fuck up
Yall niggas gonna know when we hungry, you get stuck up
(What what?)
What's up? Fuck a nigga yelling
Y-O motherfucker for real, yo Kiss tell 'em
Sheet could kill, stomp niggas out boot the grill
I'll give you a reason why I'm the truth for real
Niggas can't fuck with Kiss, I mean that
Had to stop eating red meat cause I ate too many Beanie-Macs
I'm not one of them niggas and since you so richeous
Don't make me send your ass to Ala quicker
Niggas gas you to force your hand
Let's go
K I S S me
Uh, and i just wanna make love, love, love
Ya, I love it when you say K I S S me
Uh and i just wanna make love, love, love
A yo, the crib got your friends working
We travel to France for French curtains
You was there when I was on the bench hurtin'
Now that I own my team, it's only right that I condone my queen
Try to show her my dream and I cant let her get lost now
She carries the money, the hammers, and material across town
And understand she fine, and understand she mine
She understands the grind, cooks, cleans, and irons
And whatever she's wanna push, I'ma cosign
And if I ain't got it already, then I'ma go find it
I guess I'ma lucky don, and she a lucky queen
'Cause her jewelry box look like lucky charms
All color stones and she know that I'm in the hood
But she also knows that I'm coming home
Mr. Raspy thought I was in love with money
Till the first time we getting nasty
K I S S me
And I just wanna make love, love, love
I love it when you say K I S S me
And I just wanna make love, love, love
Uh yo, whatever the road to paradise is, we on it
Gave you your income tax checks so I can get on with
Those were the days, these are the times
You held me down with nearly damn near everything, even my rhymes
I will play a song for you and you will let me know
Exactly how the ladies will respond from a women's point of view
And that's why my girl is with me
I love it when she layin' in the bed with a pearl-long Vickie
The next best thing to a soldier
Go hard with a fat ass and a head full of rollers
Just look in her eyes and tell she's real
Just imagine the way she smell and the way she feel
And the sex was crazy then, is crazy still
And you know I'm from the streets, so it's crazy ill
And we waitin' on the new island
We been to all of them, 4, 5 times come on mommy you whilin'
K I S S me
And I just wanna make love, love, love
I love it when you say K I S S me
And I just wanna make love, love, love
When things was rough, only person I could call was you
Now everything I do, I do it all 4 you, uh
Come touch me, come kiss me, come love me
Anyway you wanna boy
And I'm hood as long as I'm close to you
And we doing wit grown folks is suppose to do, come on
Come hold me, come feel me, come take me
Anyway, you wanna baby
Ayo, the money is great but what we got is more better
We got the four letters when it comes from the heart it's more pleasure
And for the fact that you trust me still
Thus far I appreciate what we've build
All the minks that I bought you that dragged the floor
And all the nights that you sat up and bagged the roar
Damn, I'm thinking that you gotta hate it but yet and still, you tolerate it
It that's why ma we gotta make it
K I S S me
And I just wanna make love, love, love
I love it when you say K I S S me
And I just wanna make love, love, love
K I S S me
And I just wanna make love, love, love
I love it when you say K I S S me
And I just wanna make love, love, love
U make me say
well where oh where can my baby be?
the lord took her away from me
she's gone to heaven so i got to be good
so i can see my baby when i leave this world
we were out on a date in my daddy's car
we hadn't driven very far
when there in the road, strait ahead
the car was stalled, the engine was dead
i could'nt stop so i swirved to the right
i'll never forget the soubd at night:
the crying tires, the bustin' glass
the painful scream that i heard last
well where oh where can my baby be?
the lord took her away from me
she's gone to heaven so i got to be good
so i can see my baby when i leave this world
well when i woke up the rain was pouring down
there were people standing all around
something warm running in my eyes
but i found my baby somehow that night
i raised her head and when
she smiled and siad:
"hold me darling for a little while"
i held her close
i kissed her! our last kiss
i found the love that i knew i would miss
but now she's gone, and even though i held her tight
i lost the love of my life that night
well where oh where can my baby be?
the lord took her away from me
she's gone to heaven so i got to be good
(Cuban...Cuban, what up baby) what up daddy
(Double R, D-Block, yo)
[Jadakiss]
Might catch me in a brownish coupe
be ghetto like fishin' a nigga's 6 l's down in soup
nuke palm size,45, just came chrome
you don't know the streets is mine, you just came home
even though it's def poetry, this ain't no poem
I'm the motherfuckin' champ, nigga, ain't no throne
just a whole, blood and tissue, ain't no bone
because a hallow tip shattered it, but life goes on
number one debut, they think I'm another man
counting so much money, I need me another hand
niggaz is still schemin', atleast they still tryin'
if they ain't doin' nothin' else, atleast they still dyin'
coke is still highin', purple is still movin'
I'm trying to get a better price, papi, I know Cuban
D-Block discipline, Ruff Ryder die with official men
recognize what kind of shit you in (kind of shit you in 3x)
(Jadakiss laughs)
[Chorus: Cuban Link]
when you talk about that money man, let's talk about g's
when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
when you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me
speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me
when you talk about that money fam, let's talk about g's
when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
when you talk about the struggle man, talk about me
Cuban Link, Jadakiss, Double R, M.O.B.
[Cuban Link]
yeah nigga, I'm a threat, a legend that's urban, so for certain
I'm goin' over ya head like a Muslim turbin
ain't no, comin' to terms son, I'm done with service
Pun's observant, Cuban- but the guns is German
I been urgin' to turn it loose, I got the burden of proof
that'll determine your moment of truth
I return, so concern your troops, now it's my turn to shoot
I'll make it burn like that Bourbon juice
I earnt my due, nigga you's a made-up name
you dudes is fool's coke, man I'm straight up caine
from the roof to the booth- got that radar aim
Ar-15's that'll fucking tear y'all frame
had to change up the game, got my weight up man
little fame, little chain from that Jacob man
got these dames givin' brains, that's my wake-up plan
from the range to the planes, time to bake up grams ( bake up grams 3x)
[Chorus: Cuban Link]
when you talk about that money man, let's talk about g's
when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
when you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me
speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me
when you talk about that money fam, let's talk about g's
when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
when you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me
Cuban Link, Jadakiss, Double R, M.O.B.
You fuckin' around, now, with two of the nicest ( nicest)
you 'bout to end up in a crisis (crisis)
cause we don't give a fuck who you know, where you go
what you know, they can never be like us (like us)
we rep it for our people in Ryker's ( Ryker's)
the hood'll show a nigga what life is ( life is)
and we don't give a fuck who you know, what you know
where you go, we gon' always be like this (like this)
(Jadakiss laughs) (Cuban, what up baby)
[Chorus: Cuban Link]
when you talk about that money man, let's talk about g's
when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
when you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me
speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me
when you talk about that money fam, let's talk about g's
when you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys
when you talk about the struggle fam, talk about me
Handgun on the hip you know I got the AR
High profile from the hood on the radar
You ridin over here, I dont know if they are
I still cant believe a record company can pay y'all
I aint gotta tell you whats good you should cop this
Hospital beds, gernies wood boxes
Top chefs, great attorneys, good doctors
Movies that were made on the block got Hood Oscars
Yea, im gettin mine on the back end
Unwrap em' weigh em' and put em' back in
Yup, cause even the best die,
Break a few of em down but im lettin the rest fly
Goin thru changes, but they are not dangerous
Get dope money but speakin cocaine game language
Explain this, either you soft or a criminal
The murder rate got the hate on subliminal
Always raspy till the day they blast me
Im project elevator hallway nasty
He don do half he need all his cash be
Put a nigga in the casket off cast be
Im all in the Daily News checkin out Jeter
Two Pits off the leash Quadna then Benita
And you keep lyin thats why its hard to believe ya
Gon need a free safety to guard the reciever
Now, when you dealin with a clown
Only pay your respect before they put him in the ground
When the birds land nigga guess who put em in the town
So the pitchers is out, guess who put em on the mound
3 button purple label go wit the cargo
A African American version of Pablo
Niggas still hatin they can kiss my ass
Get a hard on when I count that cash
Hook
Jasmine Sullivan:
You're the only one i love,
Jadakiss: uh huh
The only man i know that i can trust,
Jadakiss: yup
And if I ever should need u,
I know you'd come,
Jadakiss: yea
Ready to kill with a smoking gun,
Echo: (with a smoking gun)
Verse 1
Jadakiss:
Yo Shawty is courageous,
Going through the stages,
Of where her body is more mature,
Than her age is,
Far from the daddy's little girl type,
Can't even imagine what her world's like,
It all started off as a youngin,
Stepfather used to touch her,
And she couldn't say nothing,
The more she held in the pain,
It kept coming,
Eventually it scarred her for life as a woman,
And then he just kept touching her,
Inside that was crushing her,
I got something to discuss with her,
I'm coming with the tech,
With the ear holes and the mufflers.
(Blaw)
Hook:
Jasmine Sullivan:You're the only one i love,
The only man i know that i can trust,
And if I ever should need u,
I know you'd come,
Ready to kill with a smoking gun,
Echo: (with a smoking gun)
Ahh Ahh
With a smoking gun,
Ahh Ahh
With a smoking gun,
Ahh Ahh
I know you'd come,
Ready to kill,
With a smoking gun,
Sounds faded:
Girl: Through,
A long road
Jadakiss: Uh huh
Girl: I'll come
Jadakiss: Yup
Jasmine Sullivan:
I know u'll run,
Ready to kill,
With a smoking gun,
Verse 2
Jadakiss:
Yo now she really stressed bad,
Baby by her step dad,
Her and lil man,
All alone up in westhab Tough road,
And without a car,
It's a tough walk,
Worse part about it,
Is her mom think its her fault,
Word get around yall,
Know how the town talk,
Baby girl is innocent,
Labeled ah the town whore,
Suicidial thoughts on her mind,
Even now more,
First the abuse,
Now she gotta raise her child poor,
And that's why I feel for you,
That's why i'm ready to kill for you,
That's a black girl lost for ya,
Call me,
I'm come through and let it off for ya.
Hook:
Jasmine Sullivan:
You're the only one i love,
The only man i know that i can trust,
And if I ever should need u,
I know you'd come,
Ready to kill with a smoking gun,
Echo: (with a smoking gun)
Ahh Ahh
With a smoking gun,
Ahh Ahh
With a smoking gun,
Ahh Ahh
I know you'd come,
Ready to kill,
With a smoking gun,
Jadakiss:
Sounds faded:
Girl: Through,
Jadakiss: uh huh
A long road
Jadakiss: yea
Girl: I'll come
Jadakiss: Yup
Jasmine Sullivan:
I know u'll run,
Jadakiss: Yup
Ready to kill,
Jadakiss: Yup
With a smoking gun,
Verse 3
Jadakiss:
It aint your fault boo,
I'm always here for you to talk to,
Hold your head high when you walk through,
Sometimes the devil's temptation would force you,
One thing about the Lord,
He'd never cross you,
Look at all the bad things that they tried to do to you,
And you're still queen of this earth and you're beautiful,
Everything happens for a reason,
If you ever need me,
Call me,
I'm coming through squeezing.
(Blaw)
Hook:
Jasmine Sullivan:
You're the only one i love,
The only man i know that i can trust,
And if I ever should need u,
I know you'd come,
Ready to kill with a smoking gun,
Echo: (with a smoking gun)
Ahh Ahh
With a smoking gun,
Ahh Ahh
With a smoking gun,
Ahh Ahh
I know you'd come,
Ready to kill,
With a smoking gun,
Sounds faded:
Girl: Through,
A long road
I'll come
Jasmine Sullivan:
I know u'll run,
Ready to kill,
Let's go
Feds in the precinct lookin' at our picture
If rap don't work, we gonna get it like Guy Fisher
I was taught to ride with them niggas that'll die with ya
Headed OT? Then bring some pies with ya
Buy your man a lambo and tell him to fly with ya
Or throw the nigga jewels and tell him to shine with ya
I shine
You shine
Like smith n wesson you don't wanna feel the ghost
Or the kiss of death n'
Tubs still lift up
So do the sink now
Pablo escobar shit
Buyin' a clink now
Dead presidents shit
Robbin the Brinks now
100 shot tommy guns
Hell of a stink now
J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
Double R is comin' for war, war
J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
Double R is comin' for war, war
On the average day we smoke about a quarter
And everythings is bad for a nigga nowadays
So we drink a lot of water
Talk about you, "So rich"
Nigga you, "So bitch"
That your parents probably think they got a daughter
Yeah, we them boys that bring all the terror
We persevered through all the errors
Lay niggas down with all barettas
Everything in the bag, chains, watches
All your leathers
So you can act funny with yourselves
I'm in the hood with dope
Sacks is filled twenty after twelve
A sign of the times kitchen cook 38, 38 treys
That remind you of dimes
J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
Double R is comin' for war, war
J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
Double R is comin' for war, war
Hustlers, entreprenaurs
Anything to do with the hood
That's what we responsible for
Battin' you down
Knifin' you up
Stompin' your jaw
Bail a nigga out for stealin' something out on the tour
And they makin' technology to trya nd screw niggas
I'm good long as an old gun will kill a new nigga
Yall dudes with 9 lives got one life left
And controversy sells but it ain't like death
So pop him in the head 'til his brains start to fizz on him
I ain't sell my soul to the devil, I bought his from him
Waitin' on the day, they say Jesus is gonna come
So God bless yall niggas 'cuz I'm sneezing with my gun
Ah-choo
Bless you
You ain't D Block or Double R nigga
No doubt imma stretch you
Imma shoot back 10 feet
Imma catch you
Real brutal shit
Make sure I snap your neck too
S L R or the Aston Mar'
Lamborghini or the Porsche with the crashin' bars
Iced out
Or wear no ice at all
100 G's on the dice game
Life's a ball
Listen up, if you real get real estate
We the best in the game, that ain't a real debate
And they never had AK's peelin' face
'Cuz it's written in the starts for us to seal your fate
Time to skate
J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
Double R is comin' for war, war
J A D A
'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son
Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that
Do it Holiday Style
[Hook: french montana]
Sleeping on the yacht
Rollin off a bentley
Showin you her back
I'm tryna get it in
[Verse 1: wale & jadakiss]
New whip, paper tags, same checks, spend the cash
A young black nigga on a fucking rap
But that's some bad luck years if you in the path of a jag
Got much to say, hallelujah I do it
If pussy was music, I would have... rubies
Montana, nigga stay schemin
8g's in the peas, killing...
V12, paper tags, you know I like mine in the paper bags
Hop and go, make it fast
Cut it with the rock scizz, make it last
Tread mill and I'm in the sonar
When you getting money you get caught up in the moment
While that sucker shit, real niggas...
You can get it, depending on how bad you want it
[Hook: french montana]
Sleeping on the yacht
Rollin off a bentley
Showin you her back
I'm tryna get it in
[Verse 2: jadakiss & styles p]
Cocaine, d block, double mg, we got the streets locked
We be high like a motherfucker
On some niggas that we ride like a motherfucker
Sipping on that yap, rolling of a beat
Shawty on her back, I'm trying to get it in
New 9, paper tags, stay... but you ain't where the lakers at
Waterproof uzzi when I take a bath
Mind goose nigga cut a motherfucking snake in half
Mind taken,... big ass guns stand in front of it
It's only real niggas I get blunted with
I only give a fuck about niggas I get hunneds with
Triple bean, paper tags, give you the whole thing
Just pay for half
Think about it, do the math
Wired it to my account, screw the cash
Kobe's corporate, give them a good batch and they won't get off it
Sharp claws but they still open of it
I ain't satisfied till they close the coffin
[Hook:french montana]
Sleeping on the yacht
Rollin off a bentley
Showin you her back
I'm tryna get it in
[Outro: french montana]
Cocaine, d block, double mg, we got the streets locked
We be high like a motherfucker
On some niggas that we ride like a motherfucker
Sleeping on the yacht
Rollin off a bentley
Showin you her back
Yeah niggas, so this is what it all boils down to, ha? Ha?
This is what it's come to, ha? Ha?
Playoffs, yo booms, fuck that
We back, baby
I ain't asked you to fear it
Mandatory you think about it after you hear it
And it's the evils that's gonna make you have to compare it
You know me, I swing back through and see who got hit after I air it
But it ain't about shit, niggas mumble about my outfits
But I'm humble, I keep my mouth shut
Lacin' them well, it was destined for J's in the cell
I can make you a reservation to hell
Then blow you out the water, I'm out of your order
Me verse any rapper is slaughter
Something like a poet and an author
The only difference is that I mix slick talk with pain and torture
One false move will cost ya, these lames will cross ya
Don't let the game extort ya
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya
I'm the author of slick talk, pain and torture
One false move will cost ya, these lames will cross ya
Don't let the game extort ya
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya
I'm the author of slick talk, pain and torture
Yo, I'ma take the responsibility for bringing it back
They rappin' with hostility, meanin' they whack
But then again, I feel 'em
Knowin' that they up against a nigga just like myself that'll kill 'em
I gotta spend a buck at the dealer for suede ceilings
Lotta bodies drop because of betrayed feelins'
What other rappers you know made it and stay dealin'
Smart niggas just fell back and they saved millions
These are pedestrian bars for the civilians
Shoes is Italian, handgun Brazilian
Open it up and see what Kiss brought ya
Slick talk, pain and torture
One false move will cost ya, these lames will cross ya
Don't let the game extort ya
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya
I'm the author of slick talk, pain and torture
One false move will cost ya, these lames will cross ya
Don't let the game extort ya
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya
I'm the author of slick talk, pain and torture
Yo, I flip words around, sorta like birds and pounds
Rub shoulders in the industry with nerds and clowns
Give it to whoever deserve the rounds
Hollow tips, move organs and nerves around
Get money, fuck riffin'
I'm definitely cut different, I twist honey's, puff piffin
Get my insight from an old G
With a good job and all that buddy love sniffin'
Shit talker, playboy, British walker
Rather be home like, "God, please get 'em off us"
After the sun shine, it gets darker
Slick talk, pain and torture
One false move will cost ya, these lames will cross ya
Don't let the game extort ya
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya
I'm the author of slick talk, pain and torture
One false move will cost ya, these lames will cross ya
Don't let the game extort ya
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya
C'mon
I need a good girl
I need a good girl
I need a good girl
Eyes all chinky
She be coming through in the new Cadillac Escalade on twinkies
Ma got a perfect face, brilliant ass
Her hands and her feet look like a mill in cash
I love when I call and she still in class
Instead of down in Bloomingdales stealing bags
And you know ya man Jada shoot through the hood
She look so good that the chickenheads can't hate her
Ever seen a dime? she a hell-a one
Still make her hop out and cop me a dutch, a vanilla one
Taught her how to murda the highway
Put her up on mean shoes like Roberto Cavale`
Even though she look real ill in the Gucci
Now you might catch her in Amilio Puchi
Since she a good girl that attend college
I don't let her give me brain I just let her give me knowledge
She's a good, good, good, good girl
Such a real fine lady and a lucky girl
I don't want no nasty girl
I don't want no nasty girl
I'ma show you the kiss of life sorta like Sade
G-class 5, the seats go sideways
Wit the see-through roof, OOF!
Rims so big they leave dents in the highway
My good girl ride wit me
She take over the wheel everytime I pull over to piss
She shake it up in the club when I'm over them hips
Waking up to the turkey bacon over the grits
Orange juice and the newspaper over the clips
Later on she gon hook up spaghetti
She ain't worried 'bout Herm S shit she got it already
She said she knew about the game cause her father was heavy
Then she asked could she borrow the Chevy
I could zoom in the jag
She going shopping need room for the bags
I sped off in the joint like it's Raspy's world
Cause (I don't want no nasty girl)
She's a good girl, I love her for that
She got mad dough, I love her for that
Her moms is cool, I think her lil' brother a rat
Everything else is straight though other than that
She dont play no games, I love her for that
Or hang wit no dames, I love her for that
I told her roll for dolo, leave the chicks
Attitude, reflex leadership
And the sex is incredible, I love her for that
How she fit me in her schedule, I love her for that
And she like making love by the lake for hours
Or just chillin' on the block, on a crate for hours
This Jadakiss, and Timbaland
This is Raspy's world
(feat. Nas, Ludacris)
[Intro: Jadakiss]
I need it from the top, AHHH!
This is history baby
Commissioner Steve Stoute, Lenny - ha!
God's Son, whattup?
D-Block, whattup?
Bravehearts, whattup? Yeah
Yeah, yo
[Verse One: Jadakiss]
Yo ain't nothin but trouble God
When I kick in the door with D-Block, Bravehearts and the Double R
Don't make me let the machine off
This is methadone music that you can lean off
"Made You Look," the remix with me up on it
I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it
And everything is real I see
Like my niggaz that been home but they only got a jail ID
I helped the game, it ain't help me
I'm top five dead or alive and that's just off one LP
And, I still buzz, they feel cuz
Cause they know the flow's Ill just like Will was
I'm just tryin to make sure that my sons wealthy
Out of shape but I make sure that my guns healthy
I'm a ape, you can't stand 'Kiss
Comin through the hood in a Aston Vanguish the color of dandruff
They said we jumped him, I just let the gun snuff him
Copped P then turboed soon as they uncuff him
This goes out to all of your mans
Why put you in the verse when I can put in a coroner van
D-Block
[Chorus 2X: Nas]
THEY SHOOTIN! Ah made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangsters, where them dimes at?
[Verse Two: Ludacris]
Yuh, woo! It's time to go, Luda let's go!
I'm from the school of hard knocks, sneak peeks and low blows
Where X's mark spots and kitchens mark O's
Where love is gon' getcha and hate is gon' snitch ya
And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors
It's the, Mr. Luda, Jada and Nas
And our bullets give you a deep tissue massage
So hear a song and dance while I make these ends
You never stood half a chance like Siamese Twins
AHHH - THEY SHOOTIN, look in the barrel
Then he made the front page of the Miami Herald
or Chi. Tribune, nozzles with silent doom
We in that A-Town Journal-list, filed with goons
You should print my information, quote my rhyme
And keep me in between these New York and L.A. Times
I was the victim of society, it's 'Cris the menace
With mo' shit out on the streets than evicted tenants
WOOOOOOOO!
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Nas]
Uhh.. uhh..
(BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS.. BRAVE-HEARTS..)
Jungle, Wiz, Nashawn!
We got 'em scared look
We got 'em scared they runnin
[Verse Three: Nas]
Yo, I grasp the ratchet, the blinker, the biscuit, the burner
The heat, the toaster, the twister you meetin your owner
The banger, the hammer, the flamers I aim at the cannons
and can ya, manhandlin ya, you'll be famous like cancer do
And cut, that's the end of your movie
Pretendin you actin like you and your mens'll come shoot me
My tennis shoes Gucci, old school pea soup green
Jean Lee suit on Beaver, clicko champagne
Friday the 13th my CD drop, I rhyme to more Base than EZ Rock
I'm Jason, call up P.D. watch
them Bravehearts, Jungle and Wiz and Nashawn
Ill Will rasta Lake, never revealin his face on
TV or pictures or even them niggaz
Sorry that I made you wait long, glad them fakes gone
[beat scratches out]
WE SHOOTIN! Squeezin them triggers with Luda beside me
Me and 'Kiss get Luniz of weed, set to Styles P.
Tell him hold his head, God's Son got him we made y'all look
hold your hand lil' bruh
you're not dead lil' bruh!
you are brown when this world is black and white low lil' bruh,
i know how it sounds low lil' brush!
i times i life can seem miserable,
but lil' brush you got a lot of living the.
you gotta go get it, they won't gonna give it to you!
just what you're saying, watch what you're delivering too,
..cause you won't never know when it rains,
you could never feel the love without knowing the pain.
brace it in the pinky rain, go with the change,
this different kind of jewels your brain.
bracing your down fall, when you're doing your thing,
if something happens while you're in charge to blame you!
the better, stay flat, don't respect the ..of letter.
when you get them never let up, when you fall get up!
wipe the tears off, hid the blood and the sweater,
if you don't say nothing, can't be set up,
always stay tall, make sure you hold your head up!
chorus:
hold your head lil' brush!
you're not dead lil' brush!
you are brown when this world is black and white low lil' brush,
you know how it sounds lil' brush!
but you're lil' brush!aha! check me out!
yeah! ain't nobody going for nobody's money out here!
you get it if you want to, you get it,
you can keep sitting around,
saying what you're gonna do.
if you don't pay attention is gonna come back to hunt you,
yeah! make saving one of your habits!
never keep the raisins and plates under the cabinet!
you can get further in life by using the menace,
and all these cellphones tapped their using scanners.
never use your home address, use your nannie's!
and if you ever have to pull it out, use your hammer!
yeah! white paper ditching!
ha! automatic clutching!
accumulate more than enough shit,
then you're getting the bill for these
chorus:
forget the ladies lil' brush!
and yeah, don't stop!
you're the greatest lil' brush!
you were made to amaze and bring change lil' brush!
it takes more than no one brush,
Uh-huh, you know where I'm takin this
I'm takin it right there - they leave me no choice
AOWWWWW!! Uh, uh, oh
She said she was a model for a year and a half
And if she took her pins out,
then her hair would drop down to her calf
I knew her man, he was just up North
and would've got left up North, but he was the chef up North
Anyway I'm K-I-double
All I do is get dough, spit flows, try to stay out of trouble
If you ready we could move, just lose your man
or hit the dance floor, I'll show you how to do my dance
Or I might let you play in the garden
Or sit up in that white thing and listen to the greatest of Marvin
The estate got six locations
Take so long to get to the front once I missed probation
And I hate to brag
I know ya man really wouldn't like the Beretta but he'd hate the Mag
And yeah here go a blank check, rock yourself out
But in the mean time girl - knock yourself out
Oh you modelin momma? (knock yourself out)
Wanna let ya hair down? (knock yourself out)
Oh you ready to move? (knock yourself out)
Whatchu wanna sit in the Coupe? (knock yourself out)
Wanna keep on dancin? (knock yourself out)
Wanna run in my mansion? (knock yourself out)
Sit in V.I.P.? (knock yourself out)
Bitch you just wanna be seen (knock yourself out)
Now you can knock yourself out like you boxin yourself
Or you can get real freaky start poppin yourself
And my watch got so many rocks, when you look at the time
it's sorta like you watchin yourself, uhh
Front if you want, I puff a few blunts
and take a cruise in a Porsche wit the trunk in the front
She had the Jocko B'sure sandals, told her hop in
The coupe blew her mind when she couldn't find the door handles
Attitude very high maintence; check this out ma
I'm runnin out of my patience
Don't sleep wit me? Then don't speak wit me
And neva talk bad bout niggaz that eat wit me
Aiyyo, honey know I'm waitin to leave
Keep dancin, cause I like how that ass shake in them capris
I'm like Big wit the murder mamis up in Belize
but I'll still fuck a chickenhead like Lil' Cease
I don't care if they model, bet they all gon' chill
First nigga to cook base on a Foreman grill
And you might win some, but you just lost one
Whattup little man? What's the matter?
I wish I didn't have to be here
It's not that bad..
Could always be worse, yaknahmsayin?
All you gotta do, is stay in school
Anything you wanna do you could do yaknahmsayin baby?
No matter what though, gotta keep your head up to the sky
This goes out to, all the infants
in this cold world that was born addicted
And to all the section eight kids
Just remember these four words y'all - we gon' make it
The government keep on tryin to fool us
The system, keep on tryin to lose us
And all we can do is keep buyin computers
And (?) all now 'fore it start goin down
We gotta hold our head, keep our pride
Though it hurts when I see people sleep outside
Little babies with no socks on, eatin popcorn
We all know what they moms and they pops on
Out go the love when the drugs come
They never got nuttin for Christmas, and they ain't Muslim
This is a jewel, a lot of us was them
This is a jewel, a lot of us was them
Your head to the sky.. my my, my
You can win - you can win - if you keep your head
As long as you keep - your head - your head to the sky
My my, my..
Uhh, to my lockdown niggaz keep your head in the sky
To my shot down niggaz keep your head in the sky
I don't know if it's better to ride, or better to die
And that's why there's red in my eye
Cause people don't know what the ghetto is like
Either you make it out, or the terrible life
I don't wanna be a broke bastard
And everybody in the hood got somebody in they fam' with a coke habit
You work for minimum wage
I'ma get in the game, get shot or a bid in the cage
It's a risk I gotta take - and I'ma be the nigga
with the bricks and the stash and the biscuit outta state
And even though I'm blessed with the gift
I gotta move cause the pain and the sickness gotta wait
I go extremely hard - why let up?
And I can breathe long as I keep my head up
Uhh, uhh - uh-huh, uhh - uh..
Aiyyo I come from a place where it's three strikes out
And your life's on the line, so we iced out
Summertime gettin money, three dice out
Tanktops, and jean shorts, we Niked out
Headbands, and four wheelers
Jeeps and Coupes and convos, about who know more killers
It's all wrong but it's all right
It's a small world; matter fact it's a small life
We all trip but the way to survive
is hold your head and make sure you fall right
And it's a quite fact, that whatever goes around comes right back
It's just like that
And we tryin to touch major paper
Everybody in the struggle it gets greater later
Never say can't, it's better to try
And you can breathe long as you keep your head in the sky
Don't you let nobody stop you, mm
{Yeah, its the world famous DJ Clue Desert Storm
Fabolous, the album 'Street Dreams', I mean we all street dream
The sometime or another you know, fast cars, cash, women, livin' the life
(feat. Styles P)
[Jadakiss:]
When It's All Said And Done
After They Said I've Won
All Im Going To Say Is:
[Chorus:]
I'm Sorry Ms. Jackson (Oooh)
I Am For Real
Never Meant To Make Your Daughter Cry
I Apologize A Trillion Times
I'm Sorry Ms. Jackson (Oooh)
I Am For Real
Never Meant To Make Your Daughter Cry
I Apologize A Trillion Times
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Tried To Diss Kiss To The World
And It's Your Fault Cause She Said She Saw You Kissing A Girl
The Hood Was Behind Her For Her Whole Career
But Now They've Slightly Starting To Disappeared
Something About That,
She's Always Angry, Might Have Been When Them Girls Trying To Push Her Scout Back
Needed Some Head Room
So She Went Out And Bought Tyson's Mansion With 18 Bedrooms
She's A Domestic Boss
That Don't Leave No Marks Though, You Got To Digest Those Scares
In Fact Think You Got To Tell Her To Get Back
Because Every Kiss Rap Is Similar To A Bitch Slap
Too Hard Since Way Back In The School Yard
She's Hollywood Though All She Needs Is A Boobjob
Girl In The Bubble, Didn't Mean To Trouble Her
Man But Im A Calla Hoe, Im Double Her
Really Think You Should Tell Her To Chill Cause
My Resume Is Longer Than A Doctor Bill Was
I Did The Song With Ja Rule Bigging The City Up
She Did The Magic Stick Remix With Olivia
She Got More Money But I Get Busier
Think Somebody Going To End Up Killing Her
And When It's All Said And Done
After They've Said I've Won
All Im Going To Say Is:
[Chorus:]
I'm Sorry Ms. Jackson (Oooh)
I Am For Real
Never Meant To Make Your Daughter Cry
I Apologize A Trillion Times
I'm Sorry Ms. Jackson (Oooh)
I Am For Real
Never Meant To Make Your Daughter Cry
I Apologize A Trillion Times
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Hood Had Love For This Bitch
Cause She Came From South Side Queens With A Thug Ass Click
Bitch Got Change, And She Changed
Now She Don't Fuck With The Hood, Probably Give A Nigga Brains
Bitch Got Boogie On A Nigga
Went From The Hood To Hollywood Got A Movie On A Nigga
Bitch Talking Greasy Like New York Sting
Sucking Down South Dick That's Some New York Thing
And The Bitch Used To Be Cool, Hood Even Liked The Bitch
Used To Listen To Again In The Weeds
She Had Stories Of Many Men, Times In The Club And Niggas That Was Wanksta But The Truth Was To See
Bitch Aint Shyt, She Was Real Good At Bluffing It
Ordered Protection On The Niggas She Was Fucking With
Now That's A Hoe That You Just Can't Trust
Hired Cops, That's A Hoe That You Just Can't Touch
Bitch Moved Out New York When They Were Swinging Them Glocks
Bitch Got A Deep Voice But She Would Be Singing A Lot
Bitch Would Sell Her Soul Just To Get On The Charts
Want To Front Like She's Gangsta But She Got No Heart
And She Going To Get Hit By The Mac And
All In The Back And This Time I Bet The Jaw Will Be Cracking
She's Going To Get Broken To Fractions D Block Is The Faction
All I Can Say Is Im Sorry Ms. Jackson
[Chorus:]
I'm Sorry Ms. Jackson (Oooh)
I Am For Real
Never Meant To Make Your Daughter Cry
I Apologize A Trillion Times
I'm Sorry Ms. Jackson (Oooh)
I Am For Real
Never Meant To Make Your Daughter Cry
I Apologize A Trillion Times
Check This Out Right?
I Don't Say It...
I Just Play It...
i love you, muah
ah, yeah, yo, lot of square feet chopping speed is the minimum
talk all subliminal in love with a criminal
it's all coming back to the pop no chemicals
she can get high on the spot no interviews
no carbs, just vitamins, mineral
riding shotgun in the coop with the general
you go hard for the kids so i'm into you
yeah, hold you down, that's what i'm ...do
no girls are right, like you do for me baby
that's why i hold you down, that's why i hold you down
girls don't decide and got i need baby, that's why i hold you down
that's why i hold you down
yo, cash coming rapidly, chicks coming after me
there cause i wanna be not cause i have to be
you the one i wanna be with my actions
i knew you were special cause we hit it off naturally
had your guards off at first now you're attached to me
gotta give you all of me, can't give you half of me
you take your time girl, we gonna move carefully
a hot bath water, the meals you prepare for me
when nobody was, you were always there for me
and i love myself just need you to care for me
you got more than enough, i owe you now
so it's only right that i hold you down
no girls are right, like you do for me baby
that's why i hold you down, that's why i hold you down
girls don't decide and got i need baby, that's why i hold you down
that's why i hold you down
i say damn it i let this one get away
she's what i'm wanting and no comparing to you girl
i never ... your heart, concealing games, no need for looking
cause there none that hurt you girl
hey girl, ... it's lame trying to play with you, i'm trying to stay with you
yo know what i mean? stay forever and a day with you
never mind them side chicks and made issue
they ain't nothing but bad luck the day was you
they ain't about them knowing about the 2 of us
they can't stand to see us doing us
and i told you this is what i go through
but words can't explain it so that's why now i gotta hold you
no girls are right, like you do for me baby
that's why i hold you down, that's why i hold you down
girls don't decide and got i need baby, that's why i hold you down
that's why i hold you down
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like new base
kill a nigga thousand times worse than srewface
ol' skool, i still clean my jewels wit toothpaste
hood rich, i could light the stove wit a new face
and as far for feds, they gon have to get me at the top
when you see me, you betta ride if you got the drop
cuz i stay wit the magnum, the 3-5-7
and, i can get the diesel, own T by 11
if you wanna do the math, dont come back til' you sold every gram for a hundred and a half
uh, keep up if you could follow the verse
and i never seen a brick truck follow a hearse
so thats why i'm an inforcer, the coop is V-10 five point five with five hundred horses
before long, im gonna catch ya
canoscos, and imma moreno Tonyo B.C clefta
and i dont even drive it, i keep the vet clean
stashed in the garage, as G has kept green
we aint got the most money, but we the best team
took a minute, but now im gonno be the next theme
to tear ya'll niggas apart
you can buy guns, but you cant buy niggaz wit heart, mothafucka
uh, yea,
i cant stand ya'll niggas
lets go to court, in the street, and i'll re-man ya'll niggas
i'm so roured, that bullshit aint workin no more
you wanna be the first rapper dead in the '04
two many niggas cool wit' da jaky
so you let 'em get acquanted with da riv
and get em cool wit da lake
but you a hard flow nigga, the way im movin ya space
bullets like eyedrops, put two on ya face
ya'll neva gon' touch me, kid
till they put me on the ground or until the FEDS cuff the kid
empty the pound all on niggas
tear up ya wig
look down on niggas, looked up to Big
fuck watchu' heard Kiss wont do
he gon give it to niggas and ya'll young boys can get some too
and if mores not like this, after this im through
front of the store every day, daddy just come through
you'll neva get the best of me now
you'll be after equaty now, my checks look like destiny child's
so ya'll niggas besta be out
D-Block got the rest of you now
Smith of west of you out
tears, jeans, hoodies, army coat, installation
i gave ya'll niggas inspiration
mothafucka, against the Kiss
and this the mothafuckin thanks i get
i'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
with the pocket full of money and i'm ready to cut,
while shawty looking ...like she ready to ..
i got a king size ...
so let's start it up, so let's start it up,
so let's start it up, so let's start it up,
and get freaky, freaky, yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ...
hey look models on deck, bottles on deck,
next she is been, she accept nothing less,
i'm in the ass, caught in the ..
we're on the phone.. which one is the best
... with the fact i was like nothing when i stepped
custom cut adelinni suit double ..
i'm a gangsta but still going on when i dress
..bus ,ten ..on a ...
ain't no confusion because they all on a sex
that's be one on to the next.
chorus:
i'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
with the pocket full of money and i'm ready to cut,
while shawty looking ...like she ready to ..
i got a king size ...
so let's start it up, so let's start it up,
so let's start it up, so let's start it up,
and get freaky, freaky, yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ...
yeah i was raspy, yeah i put it down with the lock
some fresh nigga lv down to the socks the old ..
17 rounds in the clock like a .. walking around on a ..
don't you ... whole lot of stars in the spot
honey's everywhere .. minaj in the ..
nobody going home on this patron ...
plus we got zone in the ..
the finest fashion, fat ass, is designed the glasses
..nice lashes ... i put it on the california ...
[chorus:]
always .. to compete me up, i'm driven
i'll be in the .. new whips like the driven
though low, they know my best friend is a diamond
never a full for love no ...
just right when i step on the scene
see dudes that ride dirty but they all clean
vip with the teen that we ...that's what they call me
... cause he look like he ..
i'm fresh stay dressed with the best make a guess
what's next ohh.
Shout out to the runners
awww
lets go
CHORUS
Lets take it down south (lets go)
Lets take it down south (lets go)
Lets take it down south (lets go)
yayo, ross
this is D- Block
this is D- Block
this is D- Block
this is D- Block
Lets take it down south (lets go)
Lets take it down south (lets go)
Lets take it down south (lets go)
yayo, ross
this is D- Block
this is D- Block
this is D- Block
this is D- Block DDD you know my name
( rick ross)
Ridin in that maybach baby boy this first class tints
feelin like a prince pimp has the perp pass,
fly I gets high fuckin parachute got a new pair of
coups sittin on a pair of boots.
Focus on the guns that's a dunk or a ally oup steppin
out the car its the Marvin blue valley shoes.
On the grind tryna shine like summer time with three
jobs only thing on yo mama mind
(MAMA) Got ten cars gon whip one of mine I done did
a 100 getting 100 least 100 times.
Now im countin 100s I swing euros and pounds in Europe
with pounds boy i be movin around.
Cell phone well known the big boss rick rizzle the
rich nizzle its Ricky Ross you know the name bitch
know what I came wit D block triple c we on that same shit
CHORUS
(Sheek)
Lets take it down south but keep it new york.
We can push the caddy air force when I walk.
Old coupe deville big old racing tires I'm sittin up
high killin them like mike Myers.
White racin stripe loud racin pipe I'm comin down the
block hald Asian dyke. I be M.
I.A I neva been to Haiti but smitty keep tellin me
I can get nice and 80. So whats the price baby holla
at me ross I comin through wit Jada another D block
boss 2 guns down t shirt with these all crown I meetin
rose capoile on the other side of town.
So holla at me now nope look at me now they say I'm
hot but I aint plat that's gon change now this is this
is d block I keep my heat cocked I represent the south
and new york nonstop.
Chorus
( Jadakiss)
Muahh you gotta love it though cuz now I getting other
dough how you think I'm comin back and forth wit the
mother load. NC FC even out in west v a town dade county
I keep the haze round me. Good women good food always
in a good mood all chopped all screwed strip clubs
all nude wheelin then im ready from chillin them I
heavy the towny or the dessy Monte Carlo or the chevy.
Everybody is trill everything is a big deal from the
pills to grills to cars wit the big wheels.
I be down bottom wit no problem niggaz know if im in
the town then I got em I let em go.
Plain fragrant I can get you some cocaina if you aint
an agent dependin on your relations this is d block
and everybody is wit it get it how you live or either live how you get it.
Ride with my niggas ‘til all to the highest spot
Dope boy dope boy, line is around the block
Smoke with my niggas the high that never stop
Dope boy dope boy, nigger we gettin’ hot
Dope boy dope boy, holdin’ up on the Glock
Dope boy dope boy, come in to know the spots
Dope boy dope boy make a montega
Fuck around with me get higher than Heath Ledger
Ride with my niggas til all of us eat that a peach cool peach tree
Even got peach leather peach bitch drive again my street cedar
Dope from north to south, money from south to north, without the laws
Always dope on deck, no drops of force
Ride with my niggas ‘til all to the highest spot
Dope boy dope boy, line is around the block
Smoke with my niggas the high that never stop
Dope boy dope boy, nigger we gettin’ hot
Dope boy dope boy, holdin’ up on the Glock
Dope boy dope boy, come in to know the spots
I know you see the line outside
You know what that means? I am getting mine outside
How much the That? Well it’s a dime outside
After 12 to 15, they grind outside
That dope is from south east Asia
Cuttin’ requirin’ not a lactose for flavor
The money ain’t right but they Thing pop
Bang Frank Lucas but this dope came from Bangkok
Ride with my niggas ‘til all to the highest spot
Dope boy dope boy, line is around the block
Smoke with my niggas the higher that never stop
Dope boy dope boy, nigger we gettin’ hot
Dope boy dope boy, holdin’ up on the Glock
Dope boy dope boy, come in to know the spots
Same shit that made Ray Charles write them hooks
And now I am gonna write them books
If it’s good get it all cuz if you got your bunch
Could Become a millionaire in a matter of months
Short time profit you can see often, law forbid somebody else OD off it
Nothing to a rich nigger see it’s fast money but the DA get you rich quicker
Ride with my niggas ‘til all to the highest spot
Dope boy dope boy, line is around the block
Smoke with my niggas the high that never stop
Dope boy dope boy, nigger we gettin’ hot
Dope boy dope boy, holdin’ up on the Glock
Lyrics Huh, uh yeah
Bout to put it to 'em
With some ghetto slick shit, heh
Check it out, one time
For your motherfuckin' mind (motherfuckin' mind)
Yo I'm saying they gon' smell me on this one
No doubt, he-heh
Check it out, oh yeah
Listen
On the cross town with the top down
Sounds banging out the backstreets (alright)
Me and shorty two deep
She's flashing me thighs
Wind blowing through her hair
Baby we can take it there (take it there)
But first I gotta make my rise
Baby slow down
My crib's on the other side of town
But from the look in her eyes
She was hypnotized
Rubbed her hands on my chest
And started getting undressed
Tell me why
Could it be my chromed out rims?
Break your neck when you see me lookin' good
Or could it be the ice you see?
But you tell me that you're really feelin' me
(that you're feelin' me, feelin' me, feelin' me baby)
Could it be the word on the block?
I know they told you that a nigga got it locked
Tell me why you just can't stop
I'm thinking that it's all about me
What could it be?
I got the sixty inch flat tv, what?
Got it like DVD, whatever you need
I got the bubbles in the tub with the back rub (bathtub)
Silk sheets baby to make love
Oh girl I wanna hit it in the worst way
After that you'll be coming back like every day (oh yeah)
send you back to your girls with something else to say
How I hit it, split it, had you with it till the break of day
Could it be my chromed out rims?
Break your neck when you see me lookin' good
Or could it be the ice you see?
But you tell me that you're really feelin' me
Could it be the word on the block?
I know they told you that a nigga got it locked
Tell me why you just can't stop
I'm thinking that it's all about me
What could it be?
Could it be the drop top Benz
That got your friends going out on a limb
Sliding me numbers when you ain't watching them
Playing me close but I'm not feeling them
Could it be the time piece flooded with chips?
You with me cause I flex brigets around my wrist?
Or large amounts up in my bank account
You tell me you love me baby but what's that all about
Could it be my chromed out rims?
Break you neck when you see me lookin' good
Or could it be the ice you see?
But you tell me that you're really feelin' me
Could it be the word on the block?
I know they told you that I got it on lock
Tell me why you just can't stop
I'm thinking that it's all about me
What could it be?
Could it be my chromed out rims? (could it be my chromed out rims)
Break you neck when you see a nigga dip
Or could it be the ice you see?
But you tell me that you're really feelin' me
Could it be the word on the block? (tell me)
I know they told you that I got it on lock
Tell me why you just can't stop
I'm thinking that it's all about me
chase bank
I am on here
Spitting over all the
Money chase back
I ain't never getting ..
Team player with a hard on my shoulder
Flex and stress money like is yoga class
Yeah like a yoga class
Come and picture this
.. on a secret .. all my cash
We are getting money homey
What did you think
While you chase kitty we chase
Chase chase bank
Catch it
Chase bank (repeats)
New York cash like
While you chase kitty we chase
Chase chase bank
Catch it
Chase bank (repeats)
Grab it
You know where to find us
Whatever the ballers are
Get money over
Get family over holiday
..after that find out where ..
This ain't about money
Start ..
I wanna all the stuck
Don't come at me ..
I need all the facts
I've been chasing this since I was young
Old school she's waiting for
Man in the mirror
You are hating what you becoming
.. take it to the honey
We are getting money homey
What did you think
While you chase kitty we chase
Chase chase bank
Catch it
Chase bank (repeats)
Grab it
We are on the cash like we are fallowing
All of you chase kitty we really chase
Chase chase bank
Catch it
Chase bank (repeats)
Grab it
I chase bank as if you ain't know
.. niggers is ain't rool
Play pin pong .. you need to chase bank
.. chase bank double my
Look what you are doing dog
I'm gonna get mine dog
We are getting money homey
What did you think
While you chase kitty we chase
Chase chase bank
Catch it
Chase bank (repeats)
Grab it
We are on the cash like we are fallowing
All of you chase kitty we really chase
Chase chase bank
Catch it
Chase bank (repeats)
[Verse 1:]
Mhmm, yes, I does that.
Stays hot, I ain't got to get my buzz back
What everybody trying to be now; I was that
They could never stop me; that's why I love rap
Been living the life, praising ice.
Bang the baddest chicks in the world, maybe twice
The swag, the gear, the bread, all the whips is a year ahead
I only fear the FEDs
Fourty-five on the other side of the peep hole
Head shot from point blank; call it a free throw
Funny, 'cause I had divisions since Calico
Back then, I still aint reached my peak, though
Louie loafers, Pollo pea coat
Call me whenever the forces meat, yo
I drove papi crazy, so the industries never gonna stop me, baby
[Verse 2:]
Imma call it confidence, 'cause I aint cocky
I just know one thing: They can't stop me
Whether I'm on "Ef" or LA, or they swap me;
it's all good, because I know the gangsters got me
First thing's first "they jar us" abruptly
I treat the rap game like a large monopoly
One on one they can't guard me properly
But when they double team me the odds are sloppy
I move like them eighty milligrams of oxy
Send your sister back to your family, not me
Got too hot for the grams, and got weed
In the rap bracket he remains the top seed
Revolver holds six; quick to blow three
Audio heroin, so you don't OD
Shooters know you, but you don't know me
The block is crazy, can't stop me, baby
[Verse 3:]
Once I start I aint gonna stop the squeezing
And the gauze aint gon' be able to stop the bleading
And your girl aint gon' be able to stop the weezing
When she get that phone call from the doc; we even
You could not stop me, so stop believing
Ring tone rap, this is not the season
I punch lines hard enough to stop your breathing
And the ladies will still pay a lot to see him
Imma get rich long as I got my freedom
And usually when you get hit it's for a reason
If you in the hood, better dodge the Ds, and
watch your Qs, and be on your Ps, and
Thank you all for coming out this evening
Having a good time with your liquor, and treason
Even if they knock me, then continue to watch me
Whohohohooow
Put it on me, put in on me
I can't let
Can't let you get
Ohw noo
Couplet:
He has a little game that he plays
clever little ways and a hot boy style
brags about the dough that he makes
Flash a little cash watch the girls go wild
Lately he's been checking for me
Telling me how much he wants to be
Wants to be the one to replace
Replace the man that waits at home for me
Chorus:
But oh no I can't let you get the best of me, even though deep
inside somethings dying to see, how you flow
out them clothes and you put it on me
Feelings coming on strong
I know that its wrong
I can't let you get the best of me
(put it on me)
The best of me
(put it on me)
Couplet:
So is he tryin to play with my head
Tellin' me how he could blow my mind
Something 'bout the things that he said
Made me wanna take it there one time
I should be walking away, 'cause his hand's up on my thigh
Should I leave
Should I stay
After all it's just one night.
Chorus
Jadakis rap:
Yo Yo Yo
I got so many bags of money that they won't fit in the bank
And Ima do this, just like Tony did it to Frank
But im gun' make sure both ya'll win
Let him keep the place you move and Ima pay both of ya'll rent
So forget about the condo and come to the crib, cuz the
castle over the mountain comes wit a bridge
You know literally we can go shopping in Italy
hand on her tigh, she ain't wanna get rid of me
and she don't drink or know how L looks
chanell look mix with the Pete Arnell look
You just stay pretty, while I'm runnin' the city
When I'm with the V. you can go hold the joint if you with me
Vacation cost a hunderd and fifty, we livin' it up
I'll put it on ya ass, if you givin' it up
And you know I'm not a hata and if you feel bad then you call
him up lata and tell him u all jada's...
Yo, my slug 4's killin me, Million in the trunk
Im in the back seat with my back to the money . . . Literally, Top of da hill, got it Poppin for real, Like the dude from LimitLess without
Poppin them pills
All i see is your face, and me poppin the steel, Then its back to the Block to get back to them Deals, I meen back to the money
They moving Packs for the money
Doing income tax scams, Getting Accident Money, Always count it Twice make sure its Accurate Money, Neva get to Comfortable
And Relax with the money, Niggas will run up on you with them Gat's for the money, And blow ya fuccing Brains out after they ask for
The Money,
If you spend it all on a Bitch then its a rap for the money, Try to get it back quick and get clapped for the money, Usually be the ones
Who get a dirt nap for the money
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