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JadaKiss (talking)
Shut the door Bobby. You know why i dad to send the boys to come got you. Your talking like a bitch now bobby shut the fuck up. Yo bobby, come here i wanna tell you something. Come o- come over here, come over here, come over here... (kissing sound) Jadakiss (rapping) I got it now though baby... Uh, Mutha fukin' kiss of death nigga.. Lets go, J-A-D-A this is it right here, Kiss of death, just warn em' J-A-D-A, back by popular demand of the hood J-A-D-A WHat, brown skin rhaspy, one of a kind J-A-D-A, ah-ha! J to the (kissing noise) niggas know the voice of god. I'm just makin the kizar the chizamp is hizare they goin' haft ta get me at the top the gizame is mizine niggas this yizear whoever yall think can spit, i spit on em' (hacks up spit) to, Ah-Ha! JadaKiss (talking) We just sartin' this muthafuker Ruff Ryders, D-Block, Sright! Kiss of death muthafucka (kissing noise) |
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(Jadakiss)
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 (Chorus: Nas (Jada)) 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) (Nas) 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 (Chorus) (Jadakiss) 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 Throw you out the window then act like you jump (Chorus 2x) |
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Uh-huh, you know where I'm takin this
I'm takin it right there - they leave me no choice AOWWWWW!! Uh, uh, oh (Verse One) 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 (Chorus) 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) (Verse Two) 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 (Chorus) (Verse Three) 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 Kiss +Miseducates+ 'em like Lauryn Hill (Chorus) - (Fades) |
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(feat. Styles)
(Jadakiss) Uh, uh... Fuck... the.. frail shit Uh, cuz when my coke come in They gotta use the scales that they weigh the whales wit (Styles) Carsons on the jeep, but Gotti made the prototype Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo light (JK) Determined niggas make it Kickin down the door and we burnin niggas naked (SP) The house costs a million, sittin on the beach and the only thing I know if it's furnished I'ma take it (JK) My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 We got the shit that the government got Talkin money then you rubbin the spot (SP) Real niggas say that they be wildin We on the Caiman islands On a yacht wit our favorite albums (JK) a bad hoe and a plate of salmon Smokin and drinkin nigga is you thinkin that our fate is violent (SP) I love my nigga for the fact that he real and nobody on the faculty squeal, what (JK) and if you facin capital pun, pass me a gun and I'ma give you time to run, while I rapidly peel, uh (HOOK 3X: Jadakiss) We gon make it we gon make it, we gon make it (JK) 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 (SP) ran through enough coke for Castro to build schools in Cuba Teachin kids how to read and write and use the ruger (JK) 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 (Who cares?) Talkin 'bout how we hawk niggas in they fuckin back (SP) Gun works official but niggas don't be wantin that (Why?) Cuz they puss and they mans is lame (JK) We so for real in the hood we make candy rain (SP) I could easily send you to God (JK) 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... (HOOK) (JK) 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 (SP) He be aight though (JK) 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 Jadakiss motherfucker I'ma see you in hell, what (HOOK) |
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(STYLES)
IT'S SORTA LIKE THE HOLY TRINITY... I'MA SAY... I SAY IT'S LIKE THREE DIFFERENT GUNS YOU FUCKIN FAGGOTS GET SHOT THREE THREE DIFFERENT WAYS MATTER FACT,MAKE THAT SIX DIFFERENT WAYS GUN IN EACH HAND BITCH NONE OF Y'ALL BETTA (PRIMO SCRATCH TWICE)--JADAKISS--AIN'T NONE OF Y'ALL BETTA IF IT IS NAME IT WE'LL SQUASH YOU,ASAP,FEEL IT STYLES: ALL I KNOW NIGGAZ GIVE ME ALL MY DOUGH LIKE BOSTONS GEORGE HUMMIN THROUGH IT ALL MY BLOW RIGHT NOW I'M TRYNNA CHARTER A CHECK JADAKISS: THE |
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(feat. Parle)
(HOOK 2X: Jadakiss and Parle) 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... (Verse 1) 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 (HOOK) (Verse 2) 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 (HOOK) (Verse 3) 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 no matter how bad you are you gone in the mornin (HOOK) |
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(feat. Carl Thomas)
C'mon I need a good girl I need a good girl I need a good girl (Verse I) 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 (Hook 2X: Carl Thomas) 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 (Verse II) 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) (Hook) (Verse III) 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 And I don't want no nasty girl (Hook) |
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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 of the game press replay I got bitches in the club all over me, ma take it easy And y'all scared I can tell but I'ma get Bucks 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 Hook: Uh uh come on put ya hands up Nah, fuck that put ya hands down Come on put ya hands up Nah, fuck that put ya hands down Y'all know I got the master flow, fast or slow You wanna know who the best is ask 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 if I'm there, 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, is our motto And y'all might get down with the team if y'all swallow Hook (2x) (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 pedico quick, and just let the 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 But soon as the hook come back put 'em up Hook (2x) |
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*(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. |
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(feat. Swizz Beatz)
(Jadakiss) 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.. (Chorus: Swizz Beatz) 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 (Jadakiss) 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 (Chorus) (Jadakiss) 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 (Chorus) (Jadakiss) 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 (BONG!) 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 The bitch perform; besides that, her lips was warm, c'mon (Chorus - 2X) (ad libs to fade) |
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"I wanna.." {*scratch*} uhh
"I wanna.." (*sung*) Cruisin baby (c'mon) (Snoop) Cruise with me, cruise with me (*sung*) Come ride with me (ride with me) (Snoop) Ride, ride (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come smoke with me (smoke with me) (*sung*) Cruisin baby (c'mon) (*sung*) Roll down these streets (bounce) (Snoop) Bounce (yeah) (Jadakiss) 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.." (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come ride with me (Snoop) Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come smoke with me (Snoop) Smoke with me, smoke with me, smoke with me (*sung*) Cruisin baby - roll down these streets (Snoop) Roll with me, roll with me, roll with me (*sung*) with me.. (Snoop Dogg) "I wanna.." bust a bitch upside her motherf**kin head for talkin shit to a pimp Limp on 'em, flip on 'em, dip on 'em Crip on 'em, and put this motherf**kin dick on 'em This sorta fish called a bitch oughta hush up Rolled a fat blunt and smoked this motherf**kin dope up Cause you know what? (Whattup?) Shit a nigga know you're so tough, but bitch I wanna go f**k "I wanna.." take you upstairs, and do dat dere Hell motherf**kin 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 f**kin 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.." (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come ride with me (Snoop) Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come smoke with me (Snoop) Smoke with me, smoke with me, smoke with me (*sung*) Cruisin baby - roll down these streets (Snoop) Roll with me, roll with me, roll with me (*sung*) with me.. (Jadakiss) 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 f**kin 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.." (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come ride with me (Snoop) Yeah, cruise, cruise.. gangsta, gangsta.. (*sung*) Cruisin baby - come smoke with me (Snoop) Yea yea, yea yea.. yea yea, gangsta, gangsta.. (*sung*) Cruisin baby - roll down these streets (Snoop) Cruise.. lay low.. hold it down y'all (*sung*) with me.. (Snoop) Hold it hold it hold it down, hold it down y'all "I wanna.." (Snoop) Yea yea, hold it down .. "I wanna.." |
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(feat. Nate Dogg)
[Jadakiss] 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 [Chorus: Nate Dogg] (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 [Jada] It's just like that, ha! (When 'Kiss, is spittin) [Jadakiss] 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 [Chorus] [Jadakiss] 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 As far as the Double R camp go, dawg I got this, c'mon now [Chorus w/o Jada (repeat 2X)] |
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(feat. Sheek, Styles, Eve, Drag-On, Infa-Red & Cross)
(Drag-On) 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 (Cross) 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 (Infa-Red) 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 (Eve) 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..." (Styles) 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 (Sheek) 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 (Jadakiss) 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 industry is like jail nigga, double R's runnin the yard, uh |
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(feat. Eightball, Fiend, Yung Wun)
(Fiend) WHOMP! WHOMP! (Chorus: Fiend) 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!) (Fiend) 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, (?) (Yung Wun) 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 (Chorus - 2X) (Eightball) 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 (Jadakiss) 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? Cause I got some niggaz and some bitches that's my word that I kill for (Chorus - 2X) |
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(Jadakiss)
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 (Chorus: Ann Nesby) 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.. (Jadakiss) 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 (Chorus: Ann Nesby) 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.. (Jadakiss) 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 (Ann Nesby) Don't you let nobody stop you, mm Heyy, heyyy, yeahhh! Chorus (Ann Nesby) 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.. x2 |
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