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(feat. Ayanna Irish)
[Intro: Background Singer (Jadakiss)] Oooh babe, oooh babe, oooh babe (Gets even better) Baby Oooh babe, oooh babe, can't stop me baby! Oooh babe, oooh babe, oooh babe, baby Oooh babe, oooh babe, can't stop me baby! [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Ummm hmmm yes I does that Stays hot I ain't gotta get my buzz back What everybody tryin to be now I was that They could never stop me, that's why I love rap Been livin the life, crazy ice With the baddest chicks in the world maybe twice The swag, the gear, the bread All the whips is a year ahead I only fear the feds Forty five on the other side of the peep hole Head shot from point blank call it a free throw Funny cause I had the +Vision+ since Coleco Back then, still ain't reach my peak though Louis loafers, Polo peak coat Call me, whenever the bosses meet yo Uh, I drove papi crazy So the industry never 'gon stop me baby [Chorus: Jadakiss (background singer)] You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Yo! I'm a call it confidence cause I ain't cocky I just know one thing they can't stop me Whether I'm on 5th or L.A. at the swap meet It's all good cause I know the gangstas got me First things first the jars are broccoli I treat the rap game like a large monopoly One on one, niggas can't guard me properly And when they double team me the odds are sloppy I move like them eighty milograms of oxy Send your sister back to your family knock kneed Got too hot for the grams who got weed? In the rap bracket he remains the top seed Revolver holds six, quick to blow three Audio heroin so you don't O.D. Shooters know you, but you don't know me The block is crazy can't stop me baby, uh! [Chorus: Jadakiss (background singer)] You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Yo, once I start, I ain't 'gon stop the squeezin And the gauze ain't 'gon be able to stop the bleedinN And your girl ain't 'gon be able to stop the wheezin (nah) When she get that phone call from the doc, we even You could not stop me, so stop believin Ringtone rap, this is not the season Punch lines hard enough to stop your breathin And the ladies'll still pay a lot to see him I'm a get rich long as I got my freedom Usually when you get hit it's for a reason If you in the hood, better dodge the Ds'and Watch your Qs'and, be on your Ps' and Thank y'all all for comin out this evening Havin a good time with your liquor and treason Even if they knock me, then continue to watch me They still wouldn't be able to stop me What? [Chorus: Jadakiss (background singer)] You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) You can't stop me now you can't stop me No you can't stop me now you can't stop me You can't stop me now you can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) [Outro: Jadakiss] Uh, uh, uh, Neo, Da Matrix! They can't stop me (You, can't, stop, me baby) I'm too strong, too strong! Way too strong (You can't stop me babyyyy...) They can't stop me! Hahahaha! Ha-HEEH! (Nooo,.. can't stop me baby) Heheh... yep |
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He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate Hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada, hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada Point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out He's phony, she's fake That's the type of people I hate If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Wait a minute, who's real, who's not? She's real but he's not If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Yeah yo, guns go clack, packs go move Blood gettin' draw, skin gon' bruise 'Cause real gon' win, the fake gon' lose The love overpowers the hate by twos All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes It's real when the funeral wait to make the news [Incomprehensible] so we six up on 'em So when they act corny, we jus' switch up on 'em He's phony, she's fake That's the type of people I hate If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Wait a minute, who's real, who's not? She's real but he's not If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Who's phony, who's fake? [Incomprehensible] on eights Life's good, I'm straight Clap your hands one at a time, you were late Can't keep it 100 then the ones I hate But I'ma keep it 200 for the ones they fake Red and black cars on the red chrome stakes Young Juiceman I should warn off my plates He's phony, she's fake That's the type of people I hate If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Who's real, who's not? She's real but he's not If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Yeah yo, pocket full of cash, wallet fulla class In and out the lane, dippin' through the traffic We ain't hustlin' no more, we doin' gymnastics Couple of flips and they stash it, vastly Real gon' recognize real, phony gon recognize steel I reckon I will 'xpose those who are, if you ain't what you are I don't gon' too far, sorry, muah Get yourself a fresh flesh or a new scar Bullet holes on the side of your new car Load up the AR, spray yo, kayo It's real on this side, phony where ever they are He's phony, she's fake That's the type of people I hate If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Wait a minute, who's real, who's not? She's real but he's not If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands |
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Now we shinin' hard just like we wanna do
Grindin' day and night so we can kick off our shoes And live a glamorous life, look what we made it too We some real life bosses, got 'em lookin' at you We grind hard, oh, to play harder, oh We touch the stars, oh, that's what they call us, oh We grind hard, oh, to buy the mall up, oh We grind hard, oh, to play harder, harder Yo, 24/7, 365 If we ain't breaking them down Then we letting them fly No, never I, always we I came in the game dividing the pies by three Then we got famished so we set standards Very similar to the ten crack commandments Some couldn't take it, others got lost and couldn't make it We wanted to floss but couldn't fake it The hood embraced it, the rest is basic No need to rush, be extra patient The new 4 door Porsche is extra spacious Same entourage, no extra faces Hands down the best, no explanations And to the top is the next destination And there ain't no time outs Death is the only time we gon' sign out So we gon' grind out Now we shinin' hard just like we wanna do Grindin' day and night so we can kick off our shoes And live a glamorous life, look what we made it too We some real life bosses, got 'em lookin' at you We grind hard, oh, to play harder, oh We touch the stars, oh, that's what they call us, oh We grind hard, oh, to buy the mall up, oh We grind hard, oh, to play harder, harder Yo, top 5 dead or alive's what they consider 'em Soon as them things come in we get rid of 'em More money, more problems, gotta live with 'em Only thing they care about is what you givin' them Not the energy that you wasted in the game Or the tears that trickle down your face from the pain The time your jaw cracked you wasted the cane Had to do two shifts to make it the same That all changed soon as you tasted the fame And it was all worth it after you made you a name Thanks to our Heavenly Father We fly on the jet now instead of the charter Leave a nice tip in the front for the gardener Do a lot of listenin' so we stay smarter Everybody's a hero when they get scarred up It's my ball, check it up, y'all better guard up, let's go Now we shinin' hard just like we wanna do Grindin' day and night so we can kick off our shoes And live a glamorous life, look what we made it too We some real life bosses, got 'em lookin' at you We grind hard, oh, to play harder, oh We touch the stars, oh, that's what they call us, oh We grind hard, oh, to buy the mall up, oh We grind hard, oh, to play harder, harder When we stepped out of the car The whole damn world's lookin' at us 'Cause they knew what's wrong before Now we ain't hurt no more You can bring me the bill, I'll sign my name Now we're flyin' private planes and such Lookin' like a million bucks You can't tell me nothin' Now we shinin' hard just like we wanna do Grindin' day and night so we can kick off our shoes And live a glamorous life, look what we made it too We some real life bosses, got 'em lookin' at you We grind hard, oh, to play harder, oh We touch the stars, oh, that's what they call us, oh We grind hard, oh, to buy the mall up, oh We grind hard, oh, to play harder, harder |
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| 5. |
| 3:36 |
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[Jadakiss]
You know i love the style on ya Blue forty caliber Butterfly doors on the triple black challenger And im still in and out Got it so im spending out Dope boy so i never have a problem in a drought Don't take too much work if you cant manage that In case u run out of empties use sandwich bags Play with the hand u was dealt Thats why i ride the track til it melts I can care less how you feel how u felt I done spent niggas rent money on belts Threesomes in the trunk Im fucking for the wealth And the hood ask about me im something else [Young Jeezy] I aint even did nothing And it look like im trafficking You see these blood diamonds Sir my chain African Speaking of my chain Need to get a job Get the fuck up out my neck Serve (?) to Barack Whatever that you do look Don't get caught That stash get low ya ass might get bought Ok im over it lets talk about something else I said im over it i think im buying something else Leave everyday like a thug holiday Suffocate a nigga bout my j. holiday To make a movie bout my doc holiday Son strapped 365 even holidays |
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| 6. |
| 4:26 |
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Ciphers in front of The Apollo as a shorty
Now I got a clip full of hollows in the .40 Louis, Guccis, every now and then Mauris I take too long to come back, send for me Know how to work it, big things pop on the underground circuit Maintain 'til it surface The nerve of these peasants Treat a rap budget like a bird how I stretch it Think they get the message Waters, Dutchies, lot of herb in a session So-called tough guys, herbs with aggression Put your thoughts all over the curb with the Wesson What used to be superb now is depressing Negative energy Generated from the snakes and the centipedes You will remember me I just get the storm started Cold-blooded, warm-hearted Either way you on target Move to the side, let the lane merge The gun's like fried rice, who want they brain stirred? Enter the limelight, lemon drop-top off of crime life Always see the crew in the hindsight Yeah! American sedan, the shooters got Berettas in their hand This is Mafia, veterans'll plan Word to the tape on the brick, this is raw I'm in the 4x4, 8 plus 8 in the clip The hustling Harry Potter, shaking the brick Ice in the bracelet give the Matrix a glitch And my car's like a spaceship Got gold in my Nike checks Jordans got ice in the laces Pants got a gun where the waist is It's basic, shirt smell like herb smoke Chirp, yo, Chirp back Let me know who getting murked, though Yeah, we getting money, nigga Who getting work, though And I got the Kush, nigga I got the Purple, move squares 'Cause we got a hold on the circle Kill you or hurt you, whatever's a virtue Beat you like ya parents when you breaking your curfew (Chorus) Homie, live life to the death We gonna make it to the top, just one more step Get this money, it don't matter if it's cash or check We gonna make it to the top, just one more step Big houses, cars and jewels that's wet We gonna make it to the top, just one more step To the family, friends, whole life is set We gonna make it to the top, just one more step, one more step Yo, living my life, what's left of it Don't try to go to jail but if you do make the best of it If you crash into a bullet then it ain't no estimate It's a money-back guarantee, my nigga Death's a definite This is audio crack, guess who's cheffing it Jadakiss and SP, do this effortless Gun play make you do whatever son say If the Lord send you a flight, the ticket is one-way Put that work in when you young, you get power The money don't match the running it get sour Still rep the hood to the death A promise is only good if it's kept Niggas'll kill you for less Silence is golden, go 'head, keep dozing The window of opportunity keeps closing We gon' see if you really a clutch baller A cell is small, but a casket is much smaller Burn out 30 a set shit, 60 a Key shit That's street shit, Jada & P shit Lambos, hoopties, shooters and groupies Montclair, D-Squared, Emilio Pucci Long trips, short trips, making me nauseous Court shit, gave them Jews money for Porsches Made a couple mil for the small shit We rap and keep raw, so we on some street lore-Forbes shit Wall still spin, upgraded the floor flip Ain't touch it, ain't see it, ain't hear about it If it's money gone, believe we gon' care about Send some niggas to your crib, take the air up out it Leave some blood up in it Listen, fam, the Lam's the color of toast The seats is like butter in it No hammers in the club, box cutter in it Long money and big checks Get popped in the chest, face, wig, neck Tre Pound, Sig, Tec Play the game, get a plane is ya ship wreck Learn from the best if you aint learn shit yet Yeah! Muthafucka (Chorus) Homie, live life to the death We gonna make it to the top, just one more step Get this money, it don't matter if it's cash or check We gonna make it to the top, just one more step Big houses, cars and jewels that's wet We gonna make it to the top, just one more step To the family, friends, whole life is set We gonna make it to the top, just one more step, one more step |
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If you want it, come get it
(New York City must be) If you want it, come get it If you want it, come get it If you want it, come get it (New York City must be) CHORUS (Pharrell): (Yeah) You can dance if you want to, but you really don't have to dance See you got your eyes on the hustlas (New York City must be) You just wanna touch us Come on with the lump in your pants (come on, come on) (New York City must be) (See) I ain't gonna stress ya (no), but I know my glow got you under pressure (uh huh) You already know that the flow is extra (no, he haaa), stand right here so the blocks can catch ya Jadakiss: (Uh, yo) If you want to take a picture with money then stand right here You see all eyes is on the man right here (New York City must be) Us hookin' up is the plan I swear And you ain't gotta dance, you can stand right there (New York City must be) Nice hips plus you got an ass to lean on Type of honey that you wanna flash the green on Real New Yorker, brilliant author (New York City must be) The work still on the same scale as Orca Still sellin' the kush and lightin' the sour Still in the hood gettin' ready for the powder (New York City must be) So what? They don't me, they fightin' the power Cause the flicks will be up on every site in an hour (come on) CHORUS (Pharrell): (Yeah, yeah) You can dance if you want to, but you really don't have to dance (New York City must be) See you got your eyes on the hustlas, you just wanna touch us Come on with the lump in your pants (See) (New York City must be) I ain't gone stress ya (uh uh), but I know my glow got you under pressure (uh huh) You already know that the flow is extra (no), stand right here so the blocks can catch ya (he haaa, uh, yo) Jadakiss: (Uh) J to the mwah I'm one of the best in world ma, that's what they say on the blogs (New York City must be) Look in the garage, half of the cars off the bars, and the other half off the maw (New York City must be) My entourage is large, so hard Kiss run the streets, my niggas run the yard Whoever disagree can bet they get scarred (New York City must be) We keep it so rugged, but we still so suave Just seen your girl, 'bout to give me a massage Her friend wanna join, 'bout to make it a menage (New York City must be) Let the desert off for the sake of the mirage Cause it all look good till the louis lands far (yeah) CHORUS (Pharrell): (Yeah) You can dance if you want to, but you really don't have to dance See you got your eyes on the hustlas (New York City must be) You just wanna touch us Come on with the lump in your pants (See) (New York City must be) I ain't gonna stress ya, but I know my glow got you under pressure You already know that the flow is extra (New York City must be) Stand right here so the blocks can catch ya (Listen) If you want it, come get it (New York City must be) If you want it, come get it If you want it, come get it (New York City must be) If you want it, come get it (New York City must be) If you want it, come get it (uh uh) (New York City must be) If you want it, come get it (uh huh) If you want it, come get it (no) If you want it, come get it (he haa) (New York City must be) Jadakiss: Uh, yeah, yo, flow extra, dough extra They recognize the glow no matter who he's next to (New York City must be) Recognized your ho, then he probably sexed her All my hood niggas gettin' money, throw your sets up You know what it is with the kid, put your bets up Honey wanna slide, but I got her under pressure (New York City must be) Keep tryin' to tell her that I ain't tryin' to stress her Come stand right her so the blocks can catch ya (let's go) CHORUS (Pharrell): You can dance if you want to, but you really don't have to dance See you got your eyes on the hustlas (New York City must be) You just wanna touch us Come on with the lump in your pants (See) (New York City must be) I ain't gonna stress ya, but I know my glow got you under pressure You already know that the flow is extra (New York City must be) Stand right here so the blocks can catch ya (Listen) (New York City must be) (New York City must be) (New York City must be) (New York City must be) |
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| 8. |
| 3:56 |
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(Verse 1 - Jadakiss)
Take a second, what if we could rewind the hood? Better yet, what if the L.O.X. woulda signed with Suge? What if Puffy never signed us? What if Oprah made them comments like Imus? What if you designed this? Thought like I did Said it like this What if Peyton was fightin' dogs instead of Mike Vick? What if Arnold woulda just let Tookie give life? What if B.I.G. missed the party? What if 'Pac missed the fight? What if you was caged in? What would you change then? What if there was no Rocafella law for made men? What if hate ran through me? And what if Portland Would've drafted Jordan instead of Sam Bowie? What if you really had to be nice to get a deal? What if all of these rappers' ice was really real? What if I hit you with the razor from cheek to chin? What if Mike Jackson never would have bleached his skin? (Chorus X2 - Jadakiss) What if you never knew things that you needed to know? What if you never been places you needed to go? What if you get there, and learned them as you go? What if is the question, can I ask then once more? [Verse 2 - Jadakiss] What if the pain went away? What if you changed in a day? What if you can eliminate all the games people play? What if Shyne beat the case? What if Diddy did a dime flat? What if Nelson Mandela could give his time back? What if Malcolm was silent? What if Martin was violent? What if you could really sneak a Uzi on the island? Yeah What if I made you kiss the nina? What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor? What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina? What if a black man was the one controlling FEMA? What if we ain't never let emotions come between us? What if the last time we rode, somebody seen us? What if... (Chorus X2) (Verse 3 - Nas) I flow calm, but don't push What if Saddam hung Bush? What if One Mic was called One Hook? What if the bridge never showed me how to hold a weapon? What if I ran up in that sick chick with no protection? What if I never wore that army jacket? Carhartt to match it Unlaced Timbs, the hood on my first album cover under plastic What if I was another corny rapper? What if I went instead of Notorious, who would tell my story after? What I loved less and lust more? If Obama was on Mount Rushmore? Would Ali give Tyson a busted jaw? What if I never glared out the project window? Whenever scared for me and the life of my kinfolk? What if that gun pin broke? I would have never leaned back in an Enzo All red What if real niggas was all dead? What if Hiliary and them were reptilian? And 20-12 was the end of men, and all world civilians? (Chorus X2) |
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| 9. |
| 3:41 |
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I just wanna thank y'all for takin' the time to listen
I appreciate that Yo, regular TV to cable from bouncin' label to label Just tryin' to get the horse outta the stable Was once part of a dynasty, well, least I was tryin' to be Think it was the time in my life when I was findin' me Sittin' in the spot with the dimes Willin' to do anything just to be a Bad Boy at the time Then I rolled the dices, nah, the money didn't add up But just that whole experience, it was priceless No free rides to the bank On top of that was the untimely demise of Frank B.I. Then the 'No Way Out' tour, we was smokin' outdoor Made eighty stacks off Cee-Lo that without tour Videotaped it all, I still watch it now I traveled the world, learned how to rock a crowd It ain't much but it beats poor things that I've been through Is all I can speak for I can only speak for the things that I've been through I can only speak for the things that I've been through Now I'm on Ruff Ryder, Interscope Same shit partnership, joint venture fifty, fifty, same split Jimmy put the money up, two singles off of 'We Are The Streets' Then after that seemed like he was done with us but it wasn't over yet Styles had a plan from the jump Which was to come out with my solo Next thing's a little better These the niggas that I been doin' it wit forever Next, so I'm like whatever The first album dropped, promotion was hella Every stage I rocked, the performance was stella Had the whole world ready to ride or die for me And I wasn't platinum, I was just side money X was bringin' in the moollah I was in the hood in the kitchen wit the digital ruler I can't tell you 'bout the evil men do I can only speak for the things that I've been through I can only speak for the things that I've been through I can only speak for the things that I've been through As far as the LOX, we all fine, cellar is all wine Selfish for me to say Rocfella is all mine 'Cause it ain't , I'm just a another employee that's on line Tryin' to get my act together and do it one more time Twenty one guns salute with all nines And I know it's on me to make sure that we all shine Gotta fall back, let the weed contact your mind Confined bullshit in any contract you sign But if you from the streets though, it's plenty of loop holes to eat yo' Once they let you in you're supposed to keep doe But I can't give you the formula, I'm on it though Expect the worst, the outcome is enormous, though Stay humble, still keep your heat for insurance though Things that I been through to get it weren't normal yo' Yeah, this is what my heart beats for Things that I've been through is all that I can speak for I can only speak for the things that I've been through I can only speak for the things that I've been through |
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| 3:40 |
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Everyday, somethin' in my way, I try
Shit ain't goin' right, I try to see the light, I try It's like my eyes got a cover on 'em And somethin' holdin' me back A better man, better level, better know, I try Yeah yo, listen, I done played with the snakes in the grass Paid for my mistakes I made in the past Everybody ate when I came wit the cash At least I tried to ride the wave till it crashed Same wood on the gun handle is on the dash All the hoods that son ran through is on smash They can't identify you wit a mask And the Bible will tell you nothin' is gonna last The name of da game's survival If you make it alive when you ride through, they make it arrival My boo is gon' ride, you know I am gon' ride, too Make an M everyday, I am gon' try to, let's go Everyday, somethin' in my way, I try Shit ain't goin' right, I try to see the light, I try It's like my eyes got a cover on 'em And somethin' holdin' me back A better man, better level, better know, I try Yeah yo, I tried to tell niggas I'm willin' to blast for it I only try to give it to niggas that ask for it Got them things on the scale, I'm still weighin' 'em Thought my dues was paid, I'm still payin' 'em Couple Elanor's and the Goose I am still payin' 'em Semi's and the fulli's know that the truth stay wit 'em Wolves and gorillas is loose so don't play with 'em Somethin's holdin' 'em back, nothin' that you could say to 'em Popped champagne wit Biggie at the Palladium Put that good hawk work in with the titaniums Shit switch around when them heats get fired And ya peeps just died but I least he tried, let's go Everyday, somethin' in my way, I try Shit ain't goin' right, I try to see the light, I try It's like my eyes got a cover on 'em And somethin' holdin' me back A better man, better level, better know, I try Yeah, watch the game get tooken over I am still on the same side of the fence, I am just lookin' over A solider from the gravel to the grass To the obstacles in life I traveled in the past Whether I'm holdin' a mic or holdin' a Mac It's like an invisible force is holdin' me back But I ain't lettin' go of my pride After I get the dough I slide, better know I tried, let's go Everyday, somethin' in my way, I try Shit ain't goin' right, I try to see the light, I try It's like my eyes got a cover on 'em And somethin' holdin' me back A better man, better level, better know, I try Here come another day up on me Put the pressure on me, here we go again, ah I try to do what's right when life is so wrong I want a better way, I see a better day 'Nuff wit the people said, I want a better me God knows that I try but time won't wait for me Everyday, somethin', in my way, I try Shit ain't goin' right, I try to see the light, I try It's like my eyes got a cover on 'em And somethin' holdin' me back A better man, better level, better know, I try |
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| 3:20 |
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| 3:43 |
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Hook
Jasmine Sullivan: You're the only one i love, Jadakiss: uh huh The only man i know that i can trust, Jadakiss: yup And if I ever should need u, I know you'd come, Jadakiss: yea Ready to kill with a smoking gun, Echo: (with a smoking gun) Verse 1 Jadakiss: Yo Shawty is courageous, Going through the stages, Of where her body is more mature, Than her age is, Far from the daddy's little girl type, Can't even imagine what her world's like, It all started off as a youngin, Stepfather used to touch her, And she couldn't say nothing, The more she held in the pain, It kept coming, Eventually it scarred her for life as a woman, And then he just kept touching her, Inside that was crushing her, I got something to discuss with her, I'm coming with the tech, With the ear holes and the mufflers. (Blaw) Hook: Jasmine Sullivan:You're the only one i love, The only man i know that i can trust, And if I ever should need u, I know you'd come, Ready to kill with a smoking gun, Echo: (with a smoking gun) Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh I know you'd come, Ready to kill, With a smoking gun, Sounds faded: Girl: Through, A long road Jadakiss: Uh huh Girl: I'll come Jadakiss: Yup Jasmine Sullivan: I know u'll run, Ready to kill, With a smoking gun, Verse 2 Jadakiss: Yo now she really stressed bad, Baby by her step dad, Her and lil man, All alone up in westhab Tough road, And without a car, It's a tough walk, Worse part about it, Is her mom think its her fault, Word get around yall, Know how the town talk, Baby girl is innocent, Labeled ah the town whore, Suicidial thoughts on her mind, Even now more, First the abuse, Now she gotta raise her child poor, And that's why I feel for you, That's why i'm ready to kill for you, That's a black girl lost for ya, Call me, I'm come through and let it off for ya. Hook: Jasmine Sullivan: You're the only one i love, The only man i know that i can trust, And if I ever should need u, I know you'd come, Ready to kill with a smoking gun, Echo: (with a smoking gun) Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh I know you'd come, Ready to kill, With a smoking gun, Jadakiss: Uh Sounds faded: Girl: Through, Jadakiss: uh huh A long road Jadakiss: yea Girl: I'll come Jadakiss: Yup Jasmine Sullivan: I know u'll run, Jadakiss: Yup Ready to kill, Jadakiss: Yup With a smoking gun, Verse 3 Jadakiss: It aint your fault boo, I'm always here for you to talk to, Hold your head high when you walk through, Sometimes the devil's temptation would force you, One thing about the Lord, He'd never cross you, Look at all the bad things that they tried to do to you, And you're still queen of this earth and you're beautiful, Everything happens for a reason, If you ever need me, Call me, I'm coming through squeezing. (Blaw) Hook: Jasmine Sullivan: You're the only one i love, The only man i know that i can trust, And if I ever should need u, I know you'd come, Ready to kill with a smoking gun, Echo: (with a smoking gun) Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh I know you'd come, Ready to kill, With a smoking gun, Sounds faded: Girl: Through, A long road I'll come Jasmine Sullivan: I know u'll run, Ready to kill, With a smoking gun. |
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| 2:54 |
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Yo, yo, yo, word to ride, nigga, yeah
Aiyyo, we four or five niggaz with furs on Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on Blowin' on saxophones, the band is rough So much ice on, looks like my wrist been cut And we just made it back from Beijing Seen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight rings But then the music stopped, Jada stood up Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups He said, "I been in spots where I can't even mention it" "Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it" Romanian dude, black down, pourin' the saki Face slumped to the side like Rocky And Strahan came through with his bullshit ring He said, "Yikes", when I pulled out my monster bling Don't be afraid of the New York street talk I switch gear all day, bro, like you do on your peach porch The chairs is suede, the walls is velvet Marquise ballroom, so live I felt it Fat asses in fishnets, shakin' they pelvis Playin' with they pussy, middle finger drippin', I smelt it Poker tables, crap joints just for rap niggaz Me and Sheek, walkin' around bitch slappin' niggaz There go Rae, there go P Yo Chop, whattup? Sam Cooke writin' hand, all of my lightning, damn Used to rob niggaz in Sam's, buy shams For my dude's baby shoe or booster baby, rollin' with steel Eatin' Jamaican food under the wheel You know the deal, book somethin' then blow Went from a O to a low, little apartment in Brookdale Gold was my motto, lotto numbers is what? Had it in me, rolled down coolin' with coke That's the '90s, Chef era take over America Bag Ugly Betty up, make her Ms. Guerrera Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex burnin' the mic booth Travel right past my heritage Them old school niggaz is me Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin' a ki Yo, I do this with a natural movement Catch me by the [Incomprehensible], scope on me, fuck it, I'm losin' it Yeah, yo, I did it my way, lights off on the highway Greek statues on both sides of the driveway Word to the stamps on the diesel The way these niggaz is lookin' either they got cramps or they evil One go, we all go, D-boy fresh but hard dough Cashmere and suede cargoes On top of the beige Wallo's 45 government edition clippers, straight hollows My clientele is supreme and it's proven That I'm only built for the Link if it's Cuban I'm a pioneer, I'm not a vet 'Last Kiss' is a French one, it's not a peck Movin' powder, piff and a lot of wet You're gonna die, that's a promise not a threat Yeah, but I ain't with the chatterin' 'Cause I'd just rather splatter them This is a cartel gatherin', what? |
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| 14. |
| 3:07 |
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Geah, make a move y'all, which part you wan' lose?
The clip is loaded, the quatro is on cruise I'm back to work bitch, the clock off snooze I'm tougher than leather nigga, I cannot bruise Who wanna try a nigga? Hard to the God, come and butterfly a nigga (Hold that) Ooze on out (Uh, huh) Weeks later bitch go and throw your shoes on out I'm that shit that great Mario [unverified] 'bout Clear this out, blood on the hopscotch floor Shells in the sandbox, niggaz with big Glocks Late night, movin' that junk like Redd Fox Now, you don't want nothin' about me (Nah) You pussy, nigga come fuck with the Alkie Weed smokin', keep the cancer piece on it (Yeah) Call hoes, get pussy whenever I want it (C'mere bitch) Mack daddy (No) Pimp daddy (No) Hammer cocked (Yeah) Let that go I ain't heard shit in a long, long time To even fuck around with either one of my rhymes (Sheek Louch) Niggaz still livin' off the petty ass crimes The Hossa [unverified] hater, Lacoste gator Levi's, hundred to the Mr. Chow waiter What up street niggaz? Hold heat niggaz Fuck sweet niggaz, you'll get beat niggaz (Yeah) Now who out there wanna fuck around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me (I'm talkin 'bout murder) Now who out there wanna fuck around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me C'mon, yeah, ah, hah, nobody, c'mon Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, uhh, yo Yo listen here, you ain't dead if your heart ain't stop Twin 40's, you ain't gotta ask, "Are they cocked?" I'm so sharp I could come through and scar they block Late night, red linin' in an R.A. drop And I'm only tuckin' them until I shoot ya When I pull 'em out that's when I'm fuckin' with your future You gon' realize this is nothin' that you're used to Get your life taken by a booster Then we gon' hang the noose up It's all over with (Yeah) All they found was his Louis scarf With his DNA all over it (Mm) Who's choosin' and pickin' them (Who?) 'Cause I'm sick of them Not followin' the curriculum (Yeah) It's my shit and I'm evictin' them (Get out) Whoever feel like they ain't gotta leave, I'm rippin' them Even though the love's frail, the thug's real All you gotta do is just follow the blood trail Much harder fightin' when the battle is uphill Whatever the knife can't handle the slug will Keep a good lawyer that's smart work on cases Still gotta run from the NARCs, they gon' chase us (Run) In case I gotta put some artwork on faces If we leave the game for God they gon' [unverified] us My suggestion, is that you don't even test, son Unless you wanna catch a fresh one Now who out there wanna fuck around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me (I'm talkin 'bout murder) Now who out there wanna fuck around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me Yeah, yeah, yeah Let's go |
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| 3:30 |
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[Intro: Ne-Yo]
Right by my side [Jadakiss] HA-HAH! UH HUH! E. Hudson, Jadakiss, Ne-Yo I think it's me and you tonight ma You see every good woman needs a thug, you see every good woman needs a thug [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Go baby, you so wavy And I ain't never felt this way 'bout no lady Considerin goin half with you on yo' baby Somethin about you, makin me go crazy Know if I ain't soured up, I'm so hazy Me and you on the same page, so amazin Need your love girl, so many ways And you could only hold in out for so many days And, got enough points to score but you shavin Hell yeah I'm anxious, but you cravin Time keep flyin, I'ma keep tryin Bottom line, I need your L-O-V-I-N Come on!!! [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Yeah I made no mistake, right by my side Lil' mama that's your place, keep holdin me down And you can help me spend this cake, right by my side Ride with me, all I need is you right by my side [Verse 2: Jadakiss] He such a small fella, to recognize the Mason Martin Margiela What could I tell her Man I swear you got to see her to believe her Then maybe you could understand why I need her Besides her bein a diva she wasn't bothered by the chiba Zodiac sign was a libra Definetly a keeper, I just wanna put her in a sleeper then fall out underneath her Wake up, take a shower, then get deeper Juice up get some power and then freak her After the feedback then I could G Mack But it's somethin about her love makin me need that, come on! [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Yeah I made no mistake, right by my side Lil' mama that's your place, keep holdin me down And you can help me spend this cake, right by my side Ride with me, all I need is you right by my side [Bridge: Ne-Yo] When the drama comes my way (Way) Long as I GOT YOU, girl it's nothing Baby, it's nothing - I'm good When these streets, girl, come what may (what may) Shorty, we do what WE DO, so it's nothing Baby girl, your love is something I need [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Yo, they say every good woman needs a thug I totally agree, that's why I need your love (yep) And I can't help it, if I'm selfish Cause I need your love and nobody else's Startin to taste it, pardon the bracelet (padon) Chance of a lifetime and I can't waste it If bein beautiful was a test, should've aced it Her skin is flawless, her hair is wavelengths Hi I'm Jason, ma I'm patient-ly waitin for us to have relations Kissin me is just history in the makin Squeezin and huggin I need your lovin, come on! [Chorus: Ne-Yo] Yeah I made no mistake, right by my side Lil' mama that's your place, keep holdin me down And you can help me spend this cake, right by my side Ride with me, all I need is you right by my side [Outro: Jadakiss] Bounce! Bounce! I think we got one what you think? Bounce! |
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| 16. |
| 4:00 |
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| 17. |
| 5:23 |
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(Uhh)
Definitely what they been waitin' for (You already know, yeah) At least a certain percentage of the world (Uh huh) Anyway (Haha haha) Can I talk my shit? (Talk that shit) Sure I can (Talk that shit, talk that shit) 'Cause ain't nobody gon' do Nothin' about it anyway, a-ha ha (Talk that shit, talk that shit) (Jada talk that shit, oh) You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin' else) Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin' else) Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin' else) The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin' else) Yo, you know I love to style on ya, blue 40-caliber Butterfly doors on the triple black challenger And I'm still in and out, got it so I'm spendin' out Dope boy, so I never have a problem in a drought Don't take too much work if you can't manage that Just in case you run out of empties, use sandwich bags Play with the hand you was dealt That's why I ride the track till it melt I could care less how you feel, how you felt I done spent niggaz rent money on belts Threesomes in the trunk, I'm fuckin' for the wealth And the hood ask about me, I'm somethin' else You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin' else) Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin' else) Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin' else) The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin' else) Still representin' the block (I'm somethin' else) And you ain't got to tell me I'm hot (I'm somethin' else) I'm exactly what they not (I'm somethin' else) Hah (I'm somethin' else) Ah-hahh (I'm somethin' else) I ain't even did nothin, feelin' like I'm traffickin' See these blood diamonds, sir, my chain African Speakin' of my chain, yeah it need to get a job Get the fuck up off my neck, Senator Barack Whatever that you do, look, don't get caught That stash get low, ya ass might get bought Okay I'm over it, let's talk about somethin' else I said I'm over it, I think I bought somethin' else That's why I live e'ry day (Day) Like a thug holiday Suffocate a nigga about mines, J. Holiday Quick to make a movie 'bout my Doc Holiday It's why I'm strapped 365, even holidays, yeah You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin' else) Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin' else) Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin' else) The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin' else) Still representin' the block (I'm somethin' else) And you ain't got to tell me I'm hot (I'm somethin' else) I'm exactly what they not (I'm somethin' else) Hah (I'm somethin' else) Ah-hahh (I'm somethin' else) Yeah, I'm somethin' else with myself they say WWF, push that featherweight Big boy toys, of course the shoe's right See the 22's reflect from the moonlight? Barry White or Walter Cronkite? Couple cold words when you talk 'bout birds You ain't talkin' 'bout green, you ain't talkin' 'bout me Hold up, this your bitch on my caller I'd You could tell I'm somethin' else, pussy nigga do the math Just look at me nigga, you can't tell I got cash? Got together so fruity, 26 inches (Girl, ain't that Blood Raw?) You can't tell I got bitches? I'm a three summer soul survivor Tell me have you ever met a nigga that's real as the bible? You could tell I'm addicted to paper And if it ain't my clique I'm like Maino, fuck you haters You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin' else) Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin' else) Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin' else) The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin' else) Still representin' the block (I'm somethin' else) And you ain't got to tell me I'm hot (I'm somethin' else) I'm exactly what they not (I'm somethin' else) Hah (I'm somethin' else) Ah-hahh (I'm somethin' else) Yo, aiyyo, any situation involvin' paper I'm all in Pull up on your block, old school sittin' on all rims Still keep them semis on deck in case I'm tested And gotta do a nigga dirty, turn him to a mess quick Chest all hangin' out, everybody screamin' out I grew up in a house, where damn near e'rybody fiendin' So don't ask, why I hold me the pen on my fuckin' self If I pop through and you come back I'ma Hit you with somethin' else I'm somethin' else the way I come off, bars that make 'em run off Rippin' up his back but the strap'll tear your front off Neck slump and run through your boss, he tried to jump off It's D-Block, we treat every town just like it's New York (D-Block) Cross the whole game like my verses do the track Push the pen like a pack and let it work through the trap (Snyp) Get your roof cut, ace hit by shooter's that'll spray shit And if it ain't the ruger shit'll melt you and your face split Okay, Bully bitch Uh, I'm somethin' else, run through niggaz like Phelps D-Block's next generation explains itself (D-Block) You don't wanna fuck with Bully the don-dada Name ring bells in the hood, a known shotter You gets nada when it comes to my ricotta Fresh Levi's, black V-necks and Pradas I'm a problem for niggaz if nothin' else Control, substitute or police, I'm somethin' else You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin' else) Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin' else) Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin' else) The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin' else) Still representin' the block (I'm somethin' else) And you ain't got to tell me I'm hot (I'm somethin' else) I'm exactly what they not (I'm somethin' else) Hah (I'm somethin' else) Ah-hahh (I'm somethin' else) |
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| 3:24 |
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Death wish, death wish, death wish, death wish
?Death wish, death wish, death wish (Verse 1: Jadakiss) Hey yo, they must got a death wish? They was on the road to the riches back in the day? They got off on the exit, real disrespect, shit? Whenever a nigga try to fuck up your investment, it's hard to digest it These young niggas don't want to get punched in they faces ?So they keep the burner on and catch a bunch of cases? These old niggas still think they livin' in the '80s? The shawties that they knew since they were babies turn crazy The bitches still holla? At anybody lookin' like they gettin' a couple dollars ?Could fuck, suck and swallow ?Ain't nobody winnin' but everybody can't lose Dirt's still there funeral home ain't move? Going in, coming out gang affiliated? You rather go back before being humiliated ?A black cloud over the hood you can't escape it Dust smokin' niggas walk around in the matrix ?Loyalty is thin, the tension is thick ?Look at a broke nigga's face when you mention a brick ?Stick up kids come around, when they sense that you rich Candles of lizm get lit, when you get hit with the fifth ?Niggas they used to hoop dream is now sellin' the piff ?And they still rattin' but you can't tell if you stiff? Especially when the tek, spit, fuck around ?Get your head and your neck hit lookin' for a death wish, what? (Chorus) Talkin' out your mouth, all reckless to a nigga? That you know, that'll let it off, that's a death wish? When your heart stops and your body gets breathless? And help don't come in enough time, that's a death wish When you see the blood, realize that your chest is hit ?And don't know where it came from, that's a death wish? When you know a nigga whole style's on some next shit? When you violate 'em, fwah, that's a death wish (Verse 2: Lil Wayne) (Young Money!) Ahh, I be on that way left shit? Better get right or get left shit ?Better hit right or get left hit ?Even if you threw the best pitch Yes bitch, it's Weezy F. Bitch ?I'm the best, bitch, muthafuck your guest list? I'll be like let's just kill 'em and get breakfast ?Neck slit, next shit expect this Every time you check this ?I'm exit, I mean, excited to be your death wish ?Bitch, I wear this G-shit on my heart not my necklace? And I keep the Heckler for the hecklers And I'm from the Mecca of the reckless ?With a record breaking death list? The reckless and neglectors think? the elections won't affect us I'm high above you above law, above average ?Niggas snitchin', puttin' niggas in the can like a beverage ?Damn, I pop at your head, fuck up your memories? I'll put a bullet in Nina head and let her reminisce Yeah, if you don't remember shit, you gon' remember this ?I'm knockin' niggas down this year, I'm on my timber shit? Big lion growl at you niggas on that Simba shit? I be on that, 'Fuck yo clique', I kill every member shit Cold as December shit, bang in any weather shit? And they can buy your bag with body parts sold separate? Yeah, that's a bet, bitch, like Russian roulette, bitch ?Weezy, be the genie in the bottle, here's your death wish (Chorus) Talkin' out your mouth, all reckless to a nigga? That you know, that'll let it off, that's a death wish ?When your heart stops and your body gets breathless ?And help don't come in enough time, that's a death wish When you see the blood, realize that your chest is hit? And don't know where it came from, that's a death wish ?When you know a nigga whole style's on some next shit? When you violate 'em, fwah, that's a death wish |
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