• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• I'm a Ruff Ryder - Jin
• Learn Chinese - Jin
• It's All About The Benjamins (freestyle) - Jin
• Jin Vs. Skitzo - Jin
• Jin Vs. Luck Luciano - Jin
• The Come Thru - Jin
• Jin Vs. Logan - Jin
• Jin Vs. Skazoo - Jin
• Jin Vs. Sterling - Jin
• A Million And One Questions (freestyle) - Jin
• Nick of Time - Jin
• Diary Of Jin - Jin
• Jin Vs. Hassan - Jin
• Cold Outside - Jin
• Anqie - Jin
• Jin Vs. Sean Nicholas - Jin
• Last Song - Jin
• Same Cry - Jin
• Are We Cuttin (freestyle) - Jin
• C'mon - Jin
• 8 Mile (freestyle) - Jin
• Karaoke Night - Jin
• Intro / The Signing (Skit) - Jin
• Hey Jin - Jin
• The Good, The Bad & The Ugly - Jin
• I Got A Love - Jin
• Here & Now - Jin
• I Download - Jin
• I Loved You - Jin
• Get Your Handz Off - Jin
• Love Story - Jin
• So Afraid - Jin
• Senorita - Jin
• Asian Girls - Jin
• Jin From The Block - Jin
• Won't Play The Game - Jhene
• Let You Go - Jhene
• He Couldn't Kiss - Jhene
• Boy - Jhene
• Cherry Pie - Jhene
• Happy - Jhene
• My Name Is Jhene (Interlude) - Jhene
• Deja Vu - Jhene
• Don't Walk Away - Jhene
• Rowdy - Jhene
• Promise Ring - Jhene
• Dog - Jhene
• Stuck Like This (Snippet) - Jhene
• wanna be - Jhene
• Sorry - Jhene

I'm tryin' drop science for ya man
Tell your herd shut the fuck up, now that's silence of the lambs
I'm an animal, I eat rappers, call me Hannibal
The track is crazy but I'm spittin ??low on a piano note??
You must be crazy, if you rhymin' wit me
Think I'm datin' Alicia the way I'm ruff rydin' these keys
Never trust a bitch enough to let her buy me some trees
Might let her get a puff if she down to get on her knees
I cause abuse to tracks, you ain't use to that
I got a AK flow you the deuce deuce of rap
It's double R my whole camps a bunch of ruthless cats
Throw you off the roof and be like where the proof is at?
We ball hard like 155th out at the Rucker
Keep talkin' shit, you won't see Next Friday like Chris Tucker (Is this what you want?)
It's the fake throwbacks, you ain't foolin' no one
You the type to drive out to New Jersey to cop a old one
Y'all rappers is sick, I got the antidote, and it's dope, tie your hands with rope,
Throw you overboard, make you abandon boat
With a backhanded blow I bandage folks, fuck a can of smoke,
Crack yo cantalope with a can of coke
You cipher thugs swear you got the biggest scrotums
Y'all nothin' but little bitches hidin' behind yo modems
You think you a big fish in the pond on the internet
Guess what big fish you can get caught in a net
Oh shit, what the fuck am I doin'?

Yeah I'm chinese, and what?
(Another preview of Jin album)
Yeah you know who this is, Jin, and let me just tell you this
The days of the pork fried rice and the chicken wings comin to ur house by me is over
(This is it, it's crazy)
(OVA!!!)
Ya'll gon learn chinese, ya'll gon learn chinese
Ya'll gon learn chinese, when the pumps come out, your gon speak chinese
Ya'll gon learn chinese, (chinese)
Ya'll gon be chinese (chinese)
Ya'll gon learn chinese, when the pumps go off, ya'll gon speak chinese
This is it, cause fuck you head man
I know a bunch of crips that love redman
And walk in New york, man things dun change
STOP, the chinks do it again
This aint Bruce Lee, ya'll watch too much T.V
This is the game of death, when i aim for you chest
And too much sex got me seeing slow motion, eyes barely open, with a roach roastin'
And ur girl, she love the Jin motion, rub it on her body like body shop lotion
What's the comotion? You never seen me?
Original chinky eyed MC?
Ya'll don't want to stop to the army
Double armed, rank refugee
And the barrel of the gun gon make you speak another language
And amigo i ain't talking bout spanish
Ya'll gon learn chinese, ya'll gon learn chinese
Ya'll gon learn chinese, when the pumps come out, your gon speak chinese
Ya'll gon learn chinese, (chinese)
Ya'll gon be chinese (chinese)
Ya'll gon learn chinese, when the pumps go off, ya'll gon speak chinese
This one goes out to those who ordered four chicken wings, pork fried rice and rolled dice in the hood
You think this shit it's all good?
To the cowboys that roll out like Clint Eastwood
I wish you would, come to CHINA TOWN
Get lost in town, end up in the lost and found
Eye witnesses?
You must be crazy, we don't speak english, we speak chinese
And the only popo we know,
Is the pigs on the hook by the window
Each time they harass me I wanna explode
We should ride the train for free, we built the railroads
I ain't your 50 cent, I ain't your Eminem, I ain't your Jigga Man, I'm a CHINA man
Ginseng in the palm of my hands, she looked suprised when she saw it in the palm of her hands
And you know what's next?
Safe sex, i'll be damned if I sleep with the flesh in the insest

[Jin]
Whether you post on the block, or sittin on a stoop
Listen to the truth that we spittin in the booth
Might see me sober, on a mission with my troops
Or in a alley, tipsy, pissin on my boots
Why'd the chicken cross the road?
She saw me sittin in a Coupe (coop)
Fully equipped, only thing missin is the roof
I'm tryin to own shit
Yeah I buy CDs but most of the time, bump my own shit
And since a teenager, spent my own chips
Fuck an allowance, now we push our own whips
And y'all cats sound real pathetic
Tryin to scramble up a down payment, just to build your credit
If you ain't got skills then debt it
Test a kid, when he spit, guaranteed that you will regret it
I'm tellin you, approach the game with caution
It ain't hard to get addicted to fame and fortune
Anticipatin to get signed, could be a long wait
You fishin for compliments but you usin the wrong bait
Just to build mine, had to destroy some careers
Accomplished in six months, what you tried to do for years
Cause I'm playin in the game, you hatin in the stands
Got dropped in the second round of Makin of the Band
I bagged 'em all, from East Coast broads to California hos
Only go raw, when I'm eatin California rolls
My style's like smokin a sack, how potent is that?
I'm the main event, you just the openin act
You could check across the Atlantic Ocean and back
Got every Chinese kid in the ghetto quotin my rap
When I step on stage, you know the baddest is here,
Turned a hole in a wall club into Madison Square.
They applaud for me, and that's the way it oughtta be.
Mad love in Philly, when I rock The Armory.
Whack ass rappers wanna puncture a artery?
Soft ass flows, man you ain't harmin' me,
I turn your 16 into a four-part harmony, Bitch...
[Gobe]
Stay on my gristle, we grizzly
Sleep like winters, eat beats like dinners
Reaps like sinners, even if we off the block got the street life in us
We out of town, got the at least five renters
With the hos all I need is five minutes
They call me the plumber, open they walls put the deep pipe in 'em
Henny and Hypnotic, nigga I spit logic
Niggas was missin my bullets so now I just lobbed it
Went pro out of high school, skipped college
Stayin at ???? class to get knowledge
Hot as fire, blazin like Stoudamire
Ride with a lop-sided tire
And I won't stop rockin 'til I retire
Look, I'm the lamp post's livest wire
And these rats probably wired
If I'm a liar, that's like being unemployed with jobs for hire
I ain't gettin booked for shit you could top the prize
And look, I know it's crowded I'm just tryin to get by ya
Slide aside before I decide to slide ya
You in the trunk, we ready to drive and hide ya
Shit you know what I'll do to you (what?)
Nigga go ahead push me
I had your funeral doin the pussy
It's the bottom of the ninth nigga go up on third
What type of pitcher don't throw no curve
You a motherfuckin dodo bird
I never bite my tongue or hold no words
??I herb?? go, flow, so remarkable, still sell yayo
Niggas used to short me until I copped a scale, they blazed me once
I been doin this for years, you still countin baby months
A nigga only daze me once
But I never fold up, I still catch you with a crazy punch
Put you on ice like baby fronts
And my family tight like the Brady Bunch
[Jin]
Yo, hey yo I still got it
Sick flow with a ill logic
Battle verses are spittin by the real topic
Don't get ripped on the spot
How you sittin on 20s but can't afford to park your whip in the lot
I'ma spit for my block, no one reppin for us
Go 'head sleep, think we don't got weapons to bust?
Hate a dick tease, let a brotha get a quick squeeze

Yo, you a sucka and i mean it kid
My girl would never go with you
Cause she don't like guys with small penises
Don't make me have to come at you
Ay yo, cause as a rapper, you really don't have a chance
Better off asking Nelson to teach you how to dance
My freestyle is about to tear you up
I'm really somethin that you not use to
He the first one to open a fortune cookie sayin you're a loser
Four more weeks i'm in the hall of fame with posterboy
Then you can join my street team and put up posters, boy
You ain't close to me my manager's about to get me a deal
His manager's baggin groceries
Claim you clap guns supersoakers make noise

uh, see, i really don't know what you're doin
he got a kobe bryant jersey on, but look more like a light-skin patrick ewing
i'm nice wit it when im spittin, come on, in a week or so
i'll be spittin on swizz beatz
while you'll be at the bodega askin for swiss cheese
im nice with it, freestyle, come on
you wanna talk about guns, that's why you get your studder on
only toast he packs is the kind you put butter on
i'm nice with it when i free, come on, yo check it out
ask your girl, i was doin somethin at her house
matter fact, she had my eggroll and my dumplings in her mouth
next time you see her
bring extra protection, next time you see her

Get high get low
Thick girls go and shake ya big butt
You in the club wit some some worldwide thugs
And wherever you see us we gon' kick it, its all love (now I)
Get high get low
Thick girls go and shake ya big butt
You in the club wit some some worldwide thugs
And wherever you see us we gon' kick it, its all love
Now ma whole set get love
I'm in the Chi two steppin wit them thugs
And big man you can search all you want
But you ain't gon' find no drugs or no guns
Yea y'all can get weeded up, beated up
But don't eat it up this ain't a slow jam so I can speed it up (lets go)
I ain't sparkin a meadow
I jus want to talk to the ghetto
Bag the baddest chick with the sharpest stilettos
Im so influential, you so impotential
Man you gon' know what I'm workin wit
When I hold it against you
Destination vip you can follow us
But if it was the last sip well jus follow us
Shorty feelin my style because I'm humerous
Put me on cloud nine and its accumulous
Assume its us Jin, mista quick to diss ya
And Twista spit so fast ya lips'll blista
Now I get high get low (get low)
Thick girls go and shake ya big butt (like this)
You in the club wit some some worldwide thugs
And whereva you see us we gon' kick it, its all love
When I come in the party betta get high
Cuz I pulled up in the platinum seven six five
Who say lyrical niggaz don't know how to party
See me jackin up shawtys wit a grippin on her thick thighs
I like the way she workin that badunkadunk
Bouncin the fatty when the base go bump
She witness how Twista spit it
So now she want me to hit it
Cuz I'm blazin up the booth and raisin up the roof
I'm in the vip sippin on Cris' and Henn'
All the ladies is trippin cuz they can't get in
They see me ballin wit the Ruff Ryder homie
And say they only drink liqour nigga but now they want some Jin
Everywhere we kick it we got the club sold
International hustlas that travel the globe
Rockin the thugs makin hoes keep it live
It's the Double R connect and that nigga Twista from Chi
I'm fly
We can definately kick it
I don't want to just stick it
If bein fine was a crime well I'd havta write you up a ticket
If you dance for me its sign jus like a picket
And I got two middle fingaz for all you critics
Never you in this someone so clever who spit this
I'm only here for one night so I mix some pleasure with buisness
Every few minutes
I drink a couple of shots
Take a dutch break it in half and fill it up with some pot
Now mama shake some
If they don't like it fuck it
They some haters (c'mon shake it girl)
Yo mama work some
If they don't like it fuck it
They some haters (jus work it girl)
C'mon and shake it girl (like this)

Yo, if the rap game is whack, everybody's blamin you
You from brooklyn? then biggie must be ashamed of you
Cause I'ma freestyle, show you how it is
Matter fact, you from bk, i heard they murder things
Only time he seen beef is when he go to burger king
I'm the player in the game, you cheerin in the stands
Matter fact, durin the superbowl, he was cheerin for the rams
You don't even like football, that's a myth like unicorns
He just like seein' grown men in tight uniforms
I'm freestylin when I'm kickin it
So ridiculous, put yourself in a bad predicament
By the way, my little sister has somethin to say

yo, i get girls, who you tryin to dis man?
he masturbate so much he had to roc a wristband
you got guns pointed my way
he's so played out, i thought he was the old school joint of the day
i got fans across the country, jin is who they feelin'
last time he had a fan, it was spinnin on the ceilin'
i go online, and check my hotmail
he go on the internet lookin for hot males
you aint a hustler, your man's coppin the work
he be at the club, like tweet, droppin his skirt
oops, i didn't know, my freestyle tearin up
you up on stage but it's a pity though
don't make me spit in your mouth like missy's old video

(Sterling)
Uh, yea, yo, yo, yo, yo, ay yo i'm mad free you actin like I ain't
the one, why you got me battlin' Bruce Lee grandson yo, i'm a
star he just a rookie leave rap alone and keep making fortune
cookies look i'm that guy yo his mom was a menace to society
sayin' "hurry up and buy" in the hood is where they'll find yo body dog,
i'm the kid you just Mr. Miagi look, i kick raps can spit fire yo,
he just kick and be like "hiya" dog I know why yo eyes is chinky,
cuz you keep starin at my pinky yo let's go holla back.
(Jin)
you wanna say im' chinese sonny? here's a reminda
check your tims they probably say "made in china"
don't make me get on this tip and straight kill ya
his name is sterling cause all he rocks is silver
dude, you, stop followin trends
your girl must love alcohol cause she be swallowin' jin
yo imma bout to flip the script when it's comin' to it
ay yo you see me spittin on the block you runnin to it
this is 106 and park, i'm a hard act to follow
you a amateur, you go to the apollo
cause i'm freestyling know when i'm done
son, you ain't a baller tell the audience the truth