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(feat. Styles)
Jadakiss
Uh, uh...
fk... the.. frail s**t
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 make it
Kickin down the door and we burnin 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 s**t that the government got
Talkin money then you rubbin the spot
SP
Real 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 nigg* is you thinkin that our fate is violent
SP
I love my nigg* 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
Motherfkin is back, Jada and P
We got water, (X, haze)
Plus weight in the D
and I'm tired of hearin about old that had it
and be the same old that ratted
Who cares? Talkin 'bout how we hawk in they fkin back
SP
Gun works official but 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 that deliver it hard...
HOOK
JK
Ja- da- mwa, I'll kiss you you b*tch as* nigg*
That the hood won't miss you you b*tch as* nigg*
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 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, turn b*tch 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 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 motherfker I'ma see you in hell, what
HOOK
