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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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| 2. |
| 3:37 |
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[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 Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down [Verse 1- Jadakiss] Uh me and 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 ain't 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 a good splif, VIP is crowded but they all look stiff I'm well connected, I got wolves over there, and niggaz that Act like pitbulls over here, ya I'm just doin my 1 2 and shit She's shakin it, doin that St. 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 ain't gonna blast you Before I put the money on ya head I'ma ask you nigga [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 Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down [Verse 2- Jadakiss] Yo yo yo, I'm everything controversal, underground gangsta rap Slash commercial ya but still all it takes is a long dutch For me to get your wifey up out of a warm dutch As far as the funeral, you got it, its on us cuz niggaz ain't crazy They just armed us 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 trate 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 get yourself a drink lets all get down Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down [Verse 3- Jadakiss] Can't knock a nigga that didnt make it, if you try Far as me though, my spot is celitified 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 can't hold me back I'm way too 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 We gon' hold it down |
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| 3. |
| 5:00 |
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[Chorus] 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" [Female Singer] 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" [Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg] 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 Im slidin while I'm dippin my whip in, 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 [Chorus] 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" [Female Singer] 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'sthe night "shine shine shine" [Verse 2 - DJ Quik] 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 bullshittin while I'm sittin in an eight-o-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' fifth, clutchin on the fifth 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! [Chorus] 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" [Female Singer] 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'sthe night "shine shine shine" [Verse 3 - Jadakiss] UH, 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 unc 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 Ah Uh ! 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! [Chorus] 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" [Female Singer] 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'sthe night "Shine, shine, shine" |
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| 4. |
| 3:39 |
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(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) |
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| 5. |
| 3:36 |
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[Jadakiss] 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 shake the devil Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what [Chorus: Nate Dogg] 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 [Jadakiss] 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 cue 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 [Chorus] [Jadakiss] Aiyo, niggas 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 And 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 Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up [chorus] |
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| 6. |
| 4:00 |
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Aha It's dat real Yo, why is Jadakiss as hard as it gets Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in dept 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 Crist' 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 thing 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 we sellin' the least All that I been givin' Is this thing 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, cause I need air time Why be on the curb wit a "while I" I need a bare sign Why all the young niggaz is dyin' Cause 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 Cause I got all my old ones That's why All that I been givin' Is this thing 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 |
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| 7. |
| 4:54 |
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Let's go, uh huh. 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 Its only right that I condone my queen Try to show her my dream And I can't 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 I'ma cosign And if I ain't got it already than I'ma go find it I guess I'ma lucky don, and shes a lucky queen Cuz her jewerly box look likes lucky charms All color stones And she no that I'm in the hood But she also nows that I'm coming home Mr. raspy tho 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 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 I'm 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 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 ruff only person I could call was you Now everything I do I do it all 4 you Come touch me, come kiss me, come love me neway you wanna boy N I'm hood as long as I'm close to you N we doing wut grown folks is suppose to do Come hold me, come feel me, come take me anyway you 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 you trust me still Thus far I appreciate what we build All the minks that I bought you That dragged the floor and all the night you sat up And bagged the roar Damn I'm thinking that you gotta hate it but yet and still you 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 you say K-i-s-s me Uh and I just wanna make Love, love, love |
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Got to Make you Understaaaand I wanna be your man, I want to be your man ! Hey ladies |
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| 9. |
| 3:57 |
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[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 |
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| 2:58 |
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[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! |
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| 4:19 |
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(JADAKISS) (STYLES P) 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 thatl 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 [Chorus] J-A-D-A 'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son Muah, im that nigga ya'll know that Do it Holiday Style Double R is Comin for 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 [Chorus] 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 aint like death So pop him in the head til his brains start to fizz on him I aint 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 im sneezing with my gun Ah-choo Bless you You aint 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 SLR or the Aston Mar' Lamborghini or the Porsche with the crashin bars Iced out Or wear no ice at all 100 Gs on the dice game Life's a ball Listen up -- if you real get real estate We the best in the game, that aint a real debate And they never had AK's peelin face Cuz its written in the starts for us to seal your fate Time to skate [Chorus] |
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[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 |
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| 3:52 |
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I'll be by your side (General) I'll always find a way I love you too much, to loose ya Sweet touches, 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 touches, 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 touches, 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 touches, you're there right by By your side (yeah) By your side (let's go) I love you too much to loose ya Sweet touches, 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 touches, you're there right by By your side By your side I love you too much to loose ya Sweet touches, you're there right by By your side By your side By your side By your side |
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| 3:37 |
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[Jada] Ah-ha! [Chorus] Shorty gettin it in with me (uh-huh) Shorty gettin it in with me (yeah) She said I brought some friends with me, but I don't know why Because they ain't gettin in with me (uh-uh) Shorty gettin it in with me (yeah, yeah) Shorty gettin it in with me (uh-huh) She said I brought some friends with me, but I don't know why (yeah) Because they ain't gettin in with me (yo) [Verse One: Jadakiss] You know me, I'm with a ghetto diva, stiletto fever Jell-o shots, yellow reefer Same rules apply, I'm back on top You can't drink or smoke if you not gon' pop See me in the popcorn drop, not gon' stop Takin shots of Catron, gettin top on yachts The medallion's a mountain, rock on rocks The whole world wanna know when this lock gon' drop Without a doubt, she acknowledge the wealth Since she ain't give brains, I told her let me get some knowledge of self Then I told her be proud of yourself and dig deep And try to see what you could get out of yourself After all that, I told her to fall back The Ferrari truck parked in the back is all black Next time, bring some friends and more 'gnac It depends how I feel in the morn' if I call back, what [Chorus] [Verse Two: Kanye West] Yeah, Kanye to the, yeah I'm with this bad Ethiopian chick, drinkin straight up liquor I told her I'm nigger-ian, a straight up nigga Now is it just me, or do them ugg's Have girls be lookin like sheepskin rugs Some rhyme with a name, some rhyme nameless Don't try to treat me like I AIN'T FAMOUS My apologies, are you into astrology Cause I'm, I'm tryin to make it to Uranus See that's a little Don Juan game All across your chest like Sean John name Niggaz tryin to 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 Ain't no tellin they gon' love you after tonight Well if tonight's the night, pop bottles, fuck models Spend money 'til you broke, my nigga live your life! [Jada] Ah-ha! [Chorus] [Verse Three: Jadakiss] Shorty gettin it in with me, 600 Benz with me She wanna spend with me, uhh She see me roll up the bud, then thug out the club Cause I got my mens with me, uhh She said she leavin her friends for me They ain't gettin in with her, cause she gon' bend for me, uhh Her tongue spin like a rim for me, do what she can for me Look like a ten for me, uhh Now shorty is out with me, usin her mouth for me She lookin out for me, uhh She said 'Kiss where you live, I said you see the Bridge when you step on the balcony, let's go [Chorus] [Jada] Ah-ha! |
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[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 Bengaltin If his money is right than maybe he can diss her But he can't, and niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 I'ma do it wit poppy Just play the sideline and observe and watch me Let's go [Hook] |
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| 4:26 |
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[Intro] [Jada] This is my livelyhood [Em] That you fuckin with [Jada] AhhhhH!!!! This is it right here baby Hahaha No more hatin in the world [Em] Haha [Jada] You know It's gonna be what its gonna be [Em] RUFF RYDERS [Chorus - Eminem] 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 Pin 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 [Jadakiss] Place where ain't no body that proud, its 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 Wild men is flappin the whole town though Lot is assumin a niggaz salary More lies than truth definatly 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 disipline Listenin and catchin the jewels you was missin And they still doin coward shit You know the haters gonna always be heavy but the love overpowers 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 [Chorus - Eminem] 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 Pin 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 [Eminem] Welcome to D Block, the might mighty D Block A place in New York City where Diddy won't even walk Its D Block, the part of yonder where I wouldnt 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 walks with that free op- -Portunity, as soon as you leave out that jewelry shop And you won't even notice your mind will be so preo- -Ccupied on that new watch you just copped You won't even see that ride pull up along side you You'll be shot fore you even realize you were spied over three blocks D Block the place where gees get knocked, locked up Get out come home for a week and get re-knocked You don't even see cops, hiphop police don't even stop On D Block, where everybody wants to be Pac And you can get popped over the new G Unit reboks [Chorus - Eminem] 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 Pin 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 [Sheek Louch] If you bust and your gun got niggaz 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 its worst now that my son been born And every nigga where I be, I put in work for free It's D Block mothafucka, ayo grab this P [Styles P] Welcome to D Block, a place where lil niggaz is killaz And the mother's raisin a son That turns into Gorillaz And the hallways is pissy as hell, all we do is get bigger More ignorant, you send us to jail, my niggaz 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 [Chorus - Eminem] 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 Pin 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 [Outro] Ruff Ryders! |
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| 3:12 |
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This should be played at high volume (aha) Preferably in a residential area [Jadakiss] Uh, I learnt the game I know what I want and I'm in it My time is now and it's gonna be up in a minute You look a nigga in the eye you can 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 ya money So when over nigga 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 fuck rap I make mills off reefer Im a man first tired of punchin niggaz So ima shoot niggaz cause my hands hurt And god I great guard your space One hand wash the other both wash the face And I head crack so much its hard to ace 38 revolver flow is hard to trace, wha (Chorus) [Styles P] (Jadakiss) Fuck that pop off till nuthin in the clip left (pop off) Till nobody in his click left (nobody) Holdin the head slash throw the split chest If they ask what happen (tell em it's the kiss of death) Hustle hard till none of them bricks left (nuttin left) Stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left (take that, take that) Make sure it ain't a chain or a chip left (uh-uh) If they ask wut happen (tell em it's the kiss of death) Tell em kiss (thug kiss of death) [Jadakiss] Yea yo, this is lox ville and even white America Let y'all negro's that jadas got skills You a jackass like Johnny noxville So I can just imagine how your pops feel Damn, and you ain't worth my shell So you can just imagine how the ox feel Alotta niggaz is thousandaires Walkin round town frontin like they got mills For what its worth I'm one myself But my strength in the hood outruns my wealth Still might catch kiss in some hot wheels New Bentley coup wit the stock wheels Haha, look how I get back to it Send my young niggaz to do it in a black Buick I don't spit bars I distribute the crack fluid All I'm really waitins for niggaz to act stupid (Chorus) [Jadakiss] Yea yo, to all my real niggaz sorry for keeping you waitin Its ironic but the god was beefin wit satan I love y'all though my niggaz for even relatin This ain't kiss talking either I'm speakin for Jason When u a problem its to keep em from hatin Niggaz jaws is like laws so easy to break em Cause if I wasn't on some shit I'm getting on it Come to me wit your hand out I'm spittin on it I don't wanna hear what happened Madda fact I don't even care what happened Might as well declare the clappin Cause my bones is old I got a lot of wear and tear from scrappin Hate a nigga that ain't never there to see shit but always hear what happened The only thing better than money is respect No love this time nigga Kiss of death (Chorus) |
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[CHORUS: Nesha] I'm going back to the way (yeah) The way I used to be (uh-huh) I got no love for these niggas (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 niggas (naw) Cause they ain't got love for me yeah (uh, yeah) [VERSE 1: Jadakiss] 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 niggas get a nod I done brung niggas shopping Brung niggas touring Those with high bails came home by the morning Kept niggas with Nikes on niggas lights on Not on no sucka shit trying to make it right for them Then you try to show 멷m shit The average nigga 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: Nesha] I'm going back to the way The way I used to be I got no love for these niggas 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 niggas (naw) Cause they ain't got love for me yeah [VERSE 2: Jadakiss] 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 멷m I got a lot of 멷m But I don't got the money they got So I ain't proud of 멷m I'm proud of me Cause only I can get the guts out of me (what) [CHORUS: Nesha] I'm going back to the way (yeah) The way I used to be I got no love for these niggas (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 niggas (naw) Cause they ain't got love for me yeah [VERSE 3: Jadakiss] 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 nigga 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: Nesha] I'm going back to the way The way I used to be I got no love for these niggas 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 niggas Cause they ain't got love for me yeah |
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