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Intro lyrics - Jadakiss
Here we go again
You know what it is
Real recognize real
You've seen a lot of emcees come
and go in this game
But me, heh
I'm STILL here!
And I owe it all to you
My fans
So to show my gratitude
AND appreciation
I just wanted to let you know
Hold You Down lyrics - Jadakiss
I love you, muah
Ah, yeah, yo, lot of square feet chopping speed is the minimum
Talk all subliminal in love with a criminal
It's all coming back to the pot no chemicals
She can get hired on the spot no interviews
No carbs, just vitamins, mineral
Riding shotgun in the coop with the general
You go hard for the kid so I'm into you
Yeah, hold you down, that's what I'm fina do
No girls are right, like you do for me baby
That's why I hold you down, that's why I hold you down
Girls don't decide and got I need baby, that's why I hold you down
That's why I hold you down
Yo, cash coming rapidly, chicks coming after me
Here cause I wanna be not cause I have to be
You the one I wanna be with ma actually
I knew you were special cause we hit it off naturally
Had your guards up at first now you're attached to me
Gotta give you all of me, can't give you half of me
You can take your time girl, we gonna move carefully
Hot bath water, the meals you prepare for me
When nobody else was, you were always there for me
And I love myself just need you to care for me
You got more than enough, I owe you now
So it's only right that I hold you down
No girls are right, like you do for me baby
That's why I hold you down, that's why I hold you down
No girls on the side, I got what I need baby, that's why I hold you down
That's why I hold you down
I'll be damned if I let this one get away
She's what I'm wanting, ain't no comparing to you girl
I'm never breakin your heart, concealing games, no need for looking
Cause there none that hurt you girl
Hey girl, it's lame trying to play with you, I'm trying to stay with you
Nah mean? spend forever and a day with you
Never mind them side chicks and they issues
It ain't nothing but bad luck that they wish you
It ain't about them knowing, it's bout the 2 of us
They can't stand to see us doing us
And I told you this is what I go through
But words can't explain it so that's why now I gotta hold you
No girls are right, like you do for me baby
That's why I hold you down, that's why I hold you down
Girls don't decide and got I need baby, that's why I hold you down
That's why I hold you down
You in good hands, we gonna be high, haha, I love you, muah
Lil Bruh lyrics - Jadakiss
[Samples from N*E*R*D's "God Bless Us All"]
[Intro:]
I love you so much
I even went and got the live band
{"Hold your head lil' bruh"} HA HA!
{"You're not dead lil' bruh"} Uh-uh, nah
{"You are brown in this world that's black and white lil' bruh"}
And you don't stop {"I know how it sounds lil' bruh"} ha!
{"But you'll be alright lil' bruh"} Uhh
Yeah, yo
[Jadakiss:]
At times I know life can seem miserable
But lil' bruh you gotta lotta more living to do (live)
You gotta go get, cause they ain't gon' give it to you (nah)
Just watch what you say and watch who you deliver it to (watch)
Put somethin away, cause you'll never know when it rains
And you can never feel the love without knowin the pain (hey)
The bracelet and the pinky ring go with the chain (uh-huh)
These the different kind of jewels though that go in your brain (jewels)
Pray for your downfall, when you doin your thang
If somethin happen while you in charge, then you was to blame (you)
The less co-D's the better, stay fly get cheddar
Don't expect the V.I. off letter (uh-uh)
When you get 'em never let up, when you fall get up (get up)
Wipe the tears off, get the blood and the sweat up (SWEAT!)
If you don't say nuttin you can't be set up (nah)
Always stand tall make sure you hold your head up (hold your head)
[Chorus:]
{"Hold your head lil' bruh"} And you don't stop
{"You're not dead lil' bruh"} Uh-uh... nah
{"You are brown in this world that's black and white lil' bruh"}
And you don't stop {"I know how it sounds lil' bruh"} ha HAH!
{"But you'll be alright lil' bruh"} Uh-huh
Check me out
[Jadakiss:]
Yeah, ain't nobody gon' front you (nobody)
There's money out here and you can get it if you want to (get it)
Or you can keep sittin around sayin what'chu gon' do (uh-huh)
If you don't pay attention it's gon' come back to haunt you
Yeah - make saving one of your habits
Never keep the razors and plates under the cabinets (never)
You can get further in life by using manners (uh-huh)
Not only are these cell phones tapped, they usin scanners
Never use your own address, use your nana's (nana)
And if you ever have to pull it out, use your hammer
Yeah - white paper or dutch it
Ha! Automatically clutch it
Once you put it away, don't touch it (don't touch it)
Let it come to you, don't rush it (don't rush it)
Accumulate more than enough shit (yeah)
Then you get in the building and crush it
[Outro:]
{"Forget the latest lil' bruh"} And you don't stop
{"You're the greatest lil' bruh"}
{"You were made to amaze and bring change lil' bruh"}
{"It takes one to no one bruh"}
{"So here's one to grow on bruh"}
How I Feel lyrics - Jadakiss
[samples from Al B. Sure's "Nite and Day"]
[Intro]
Uh, ayyyy!
Duane DaRock good lookin out baby
Ayyy, feel so beautiful
This is the appreciation - I love you
AH HAHH!
{"I'm gonna tell how I feel about, you"} uh-huh
{"How I feel about you!"} Yeah
{"How I feel about you!"} Uhh, yeah
[Jadakiss]
You had a dream that the feds got him
Woke up went and bought every pair of the red bottoms
Yup! Your new beamer is black
You ain't on Madison, you at Neiman's and Saks
At the gym or the salon, food shoppin wit'cha mom
Over one of your girlfriend's house, sippin wine
Why risk it, when you could come home to a Don?
Leave Potsie alone and come home to the Fonz
Gold medal feel so much better than a bronze
You don't have to say nothin, I feel your response
You can get the ring and the house too
Cause that's how I feel about you - hey!
[Chorus]
{"I'm gonna tell how I feel about, you"}
{"How I feel about you! How I feel about you! Yeahhh"}
{"I'm gonna tell how I feel about, you"} uh-huh
{"How I feel about you!"} Yeah
{"How I feel about you!"} HA HAH! Uhh, yo
[Jadakiss]
Slacks with the heels (mm)
Air Max, nice pair of sweats and a ponytail just give me the chills
Yeah - we got our own special handshake
Muah! And she know how I like my pancakes
Off white, three piece with the tan snakes
80 large make her ring finger stand straight (ha ha)
Now I can have a good time with her (yeah)
Chill with me in the spot I used to grind with her
Uhh, that's on everything I kill for her
Say what'chu want, that's just how I feel for her - hey!
[Chorus]
{"I'm gonna tell how I feel about, you"}
{"How I feel about you! How I feel about you! Yeahhh"}
{"I'm gonna tell how I feel about, you"} uh-huh
{"How I feel about you!"} Yeah
{"How I feel about you!"} Uhh, yeah, yo
[Jadakiss]
I gotta play it cool (cool)
Mosaic tiles at the bottom of the pool (mm)
I got 'em cause of you
Washing set, you up under the dryer
Winter time cuddled up under the fire (woo!)
Still there after all that I put her through (yeah)
Don't smoke but sometimes she take a pull or two
Heh, I don't know how I would feel without her
Nah, I just know how I feel about her - hey!
[Outro: repeat 2X]
{"I'm gonna tell how I feel about, you"}
{"How I feel about you! How I feel about you! Yeahhh"}
{"I'm gonna tell how I feel about, you"}
{"How I feel about you! How I feel about you!"}
Rock Wit Me lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Teyana Taylor)
[Intro: Teyana Taylor]
See me in the club with my bottles up
Tell the bartender he ain't got enough
See me in the club with them models huh
Rock with me now
[Jadakiss]
I'm a hit 'em hard, J to the (MUAH)
No weed on me, left the joints in the car
Cardigan Herme skully with the scarf
You could just look at him and tell that he a boss
Order what you sip on, Louis Vuitton slip-ons
If you can't stay in the race you get skipped on
over for this smooth shit, time for improvement
Elegant wrist wear, Turbian movement
Yeah - it's twelve bottles to a table
Gamblin wit'cha life, playin lotto wit'cha label
You always in the red but they object is to pay you
Then you wonder why I'm in the projects with the llello
Shrimp's in the music, accordin to how you use it
But when you get addicted to somethin, you abuse it
Yeah - we gon' drink 'til the sunlight
You listen here, I don't do it unless it's done right
WHAT?!
[Chorus: Teyana Taylor (Jadakiss)]
See me in the club with my bottles up (you see me)
Tell the bartender he ain't got enough (reload me)
See me in the club with them models huh (hey lovely, ha)
Rock with me now
(Right now I'm in my prime) rock with me now
(I've always been ahead of my time) so rock with me now
(I ain't here to tell you no lies) rock with me now
(I'm top five dead or alive) rock with me now
[Jadakiss]
Yeah - I'm gettin money ain't nuttin new
Nah, you should see they face when I'm comin through
Hah, bunch of weirdos lookin corny
Started off with blue jeans and I took it to Barney's
Keep your girl over there if you notice she horny
Should have left her in the crib if you know that she on me
Bars is Polish Spring, the flow is Dasani
Purple label, that's why you ain't notice the phony
Ha ha! You see the difference in the stones
Forty cal kick back different when it's chrome
And now I react a little different cause I'm grown
Sour come out when the piff is all gone
Stay given them hell, keep heaven with me
I seen the game wear the rim out, that's a trip B
Comin down 7th in a new 750
And all I do is pray that the feds never get me
What?!
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
In The Streets lyrics - Jadakiss
[Chorus:]
I'm in the streets getting money [x3]
I'm in these streets, Hustlin every day
I'm in the streets getting money [x3]
Yo, I'm on the block faithfully, got it so good if I'm late then wait for me.
Mama please pray for me. The devil does things in the worst ways,
In the ER waiting to hear what the nurse say.
I had payed more for funerals then birthdays, finish a whole one in a half by thursday.
(Word) So just imagine what I'm sittin with, and I ain't splittin it, I'm out here gettin it.
[Chorus:]
I'm in these streets, I cant get away
I'm in the streets getting money [x3]
I'm in these streets, Hustlin every day
I'm in the streets getting money [x3]
Organization is smooth and ran with a tight lip,
get rid of the work and hold the bread with a tight grip.
Trust fund baby in a cut with a white chick.
Was in a choke hold, now its in a vice script.
And even though my arm still strong with the dices, drug dealer, I don't do jooks or hices.
The fame is alright but the game is priceless, my heart beating but I'm still out here lifeless.
[Chorus:]
I'm in these streets, I cant get away
I'm in the streets getting money [x3]
I'm in these streets, Hustlin every day
I'm in the streets getting money [x3]
Start off with a wish if you wanna grant shit, I was never a worker, I always ran shit.
(True) They was doin shelves, I did the stand smiths.
My hair used to be nappier than Durant's shit.
Where they got the work at? How much the grams is,
Build it up to a key that's what the plan is.
You ain't got no fam just you and your manses, out here taking penitentiary chances.
[Chorus:]
I'm in these streets, I cant get away
I'm in the streets getting money [x3]
I'm in these streets, Hustlin every day
I'm in the streets getting money [x3]
I'm in these streets, I cant get away
I'm in these streets, Hustlin every day
Lay 'Em Down lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Styles P, Chynk Show)
[Intro: Jadakiss]
Uh Huh! I just want to tell you that I love you
Yeah! And I appreciate everything you done for me thus far
EH HEH!
[Chorus: Chryk Show (Jadakiss)]
When they ask we don't play around (Nah!)
Know that, roll that, and then we lay 'em down (Yeah!)
Niggas hustle on the block with them K's 'round
Gettin fast paper keep the chopper just to lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
If you try, give that lame a lullaby
Make 'em touch the sky, and if we gotta we lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
Trust me, if I gotta spray the pound
I won't hesitate, for one second to lay it down
[Verse 1: Jadakiss (Styles P)]
Yo! Another man down let me see you try to live through 'em
(I had the whole town talkin 'bout what I did to 'em)
Funny how quick they forget what I did to 'em
(Life or death situation I had I split through 'em)
Still left the click off (Couple more to pick off)
When the drama is lit you can't cut the quick off
(Streets taught him well, learned it until it cost him)
Precipitated the hate and turned it into a fortune
(Never would have tried his hand, but they forced him)
So right after they fried his man, then they offed him
(Yeah you know the G's) They may stop right below the knees
(Four door shit from overseas)
Undreboss from the other side
(Blame me when you hear that they killed his whole mother's side)
Never the money, always for the love of I
(After you put him to bed) I sing him a lullaby
MUAH!!!!
[Chorus: Chryk Show (Jadakiss)]
When they ask we don't play around (Nah!)
Know that, roll that, and then we lay 'em down (Yeah!)
Niggas hustle on the block with them K's 'round
Gettin fast paper keep the chopper just to lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
If you try, give that lame a lullaby
Make 'em touch the sky, and if we gotta we lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
Trust me, if I gotta spray the pound
I won't hesitate, for one second to lay it down
[Verse 2: Jadakiss (Styles P)]
Yo! Give that lame a lullaby (Bedtime story)
You wouldn't die if dude (Fed time for me)
You 'gon fuck around and make the (Headline story)
Bitch in the whip lettin it (Redline for me)
Buck ninety somethin on the freeway (Sucker free!)
Five less than twenty for the bird (Nigga fuck with me!)
Three less that six for the P (Get it on the arm!)
Organic dope 'cause (You can get it on the farm)
(I'm a Godfather) I'm a Don
(My bond is my word) Word is my bond
(Can't be stopped in the first or the (Fourth quarter)
(Work comin in on the docks, now that's a) Boss order
(Big diamonds, clear like) Horse water
(Payin money to the judge fuck the!) Court order!
(Do it Big like) Frank White
And The K will put your brains on the floor (Like it ain't right)
WHAT!
[Chorus: Chryk Show (Jadakiss)]
When they ask we don't play around (Nah!)
Know that, roll that, and then we lay 'em down (Yeah!)
Niggas hustle on the block with them K's 'round
Gettin fast paper keep the chopper just to lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
If you try, give that lame a lullaby
Make 'em touch the sky, and if we gotta we lay 'em down (Lay 'em down)
Trust me, if I gotta spray the pound
I won't hesitate, for one second to lay it down
Toast (Intro) lyrics - Jadakiss
[tapping on his glass] A-hem
I'd like to say a few words
[coughing] Excuse me
I thank all y'all for comin out tonight
We all gathered here at this table, to celebrate
the brothers we lost in the struggle
Those that fell victim to the street
All our loved ones behind the wall
And most of all to the new up and coming cats
Paying homage, to those that paved the way
Let's toast to that, CHEERS! [glasses clink]
AH-HAH!
Toast To That lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Fred The Godson)
So let’s toast to that!
Gangsta celebration!
So let’s toast to that!
Gangsta celebration!
Let’s toast to that!
Toast to the street life, this is how we eat right
Strip harsh Chris Bosh
Gotta keep the heat tight
Toast to the connect
Cheers to the cheap price,
Toast to those few fellows avoiding the three strikes
New range the cash we took
I threw shoes on the sport it got athletes foot
The God flash the gems I nicknamed your girl Kim
Cause every time the car dash she in
Yeah, I used to scrape the plate, brillow
Had the head swinging back and forth, willow!
Cops try to ban from the court, Bill O'!
Riley stay with his girl, but he know,
She ain’t a dime, I can see that cellulite shit!
those are just dimes i can see they sell you like shit,
Fred the Godson, Jadakiss was close to that,
Now let’s toast to that!
[Chorus:]
So let’s toast to that!
Just bring the bottles to me!
If you got ‘em from the streets
you probably got 'em from me
So let’s toast to that!
The street took some of my closest friend
this ain't for ya'll this a toast to 'em
So let’s toast to that!
Gangsta celebration!
So let’s toast to that!
Gangsta celebration!
Let’s toast to that!
Oho! Still squeezing the juice out of the headphones,
Yeah! Put your bottles in the air and make noise with ‘em!
Send your girls to the rear and let my boys hit ‘em!
Fifty large, all hundreds, chip ahoys with em (Cash)
Four length minks on all the toys with ‘em,
For those not here, for those still employed with ‘em,
We celebratin' the times we enjoyed with ‘em!(Yes!)
In a way a part of me was destroyed with ‘em!
Try talking to the Lord, I get annoyed with ‘em,
Things take a hit to feel like Floyd hit ‘em (Mayweather)
It was never beef everything was soy with 'em
Ex-rhythm hunter used to enjoy rhythm.
As the years went by, he learned more wisdom,
Always kept cigars and burn moralism
We all die the object is to avoid prison,
Yeah! If you ain't paying respect, then you supposed to,
Cause that’s really something to toast to!
[Chorus:]
So let’s toast to that!
Just bring the bottles to me!
If you got ‘em from the street,
You probably got ‘em for me!
The street some of my closest friends,
This ain't for ya'll this a toast to 'em
Let’s toast for that!
We gotta toast to that!
So let’s toast to that!
Gangsta celebration!
So let’s toast to that!
Gangsta celebration!
Let’s toast to that!
Yeah! Watch me do a rally if you’re between the streets,
and may all your ups and downs be in between sheets.
Only two choices the powder or the hard,son
Jada the forefather and Fred the Godson!
Jadakiss... Fred is the future,
It’s about to get ugly, Medusa!
Life still a bitch, when I spit, I seduce her,
Toast from the balls to the shoes.
[Chorus 2x]
So let’s toast to that!
Just bring the bottles to me!
If you got ‘em from the streets
you probably got 'em from me
So let’s toast to that!
The street took some of my closest friend
this ain't for ya'll this a toast to 'em
So let’s toast to that!
Gangsta celebration!
So let’s toast to that!
Gangsta celebration!
Let’s toast to that!
Inkredible Remix lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Trae Tha Truth, Rick Ross)
[Rick Ross]
Trae I see you! Rose' (In-Inkredible..)
You know what it is (Maybach Music)
My attitude is fuck it, house big as Publix
Shoppin is a pleasure, pinky ring a nugget
Niggaz like the ride, sip lean out the bucket
I lean to the side, white whip, Michael Douglas
Hard times, call for drastic measures
I call my dog, he bought a mac 11
Forty rounds hollerin WHERE THE YELLOW AT
Nigga dead serious, chopper with a shoulder strap
Microphone Michael Corleone, I know I'm wrong
The man up above love for me to sing them poems
So sing along, you know the song I sing
Bring them things along, I gotta feed the team
It's ROSE! I need hundred bottles
Yellow bitches, all of 'em swallow
H-Town, nigga three-oh-five
I can move them packs, each and every night
[Trae Tha Truth]
Uhh, gyeah...
Triple black pan the mirror Phantom of the streets
Quarterbackin bricks on top of these glass cleats
All these stones around my neck and wrist part of the streets
Used to temper somethin in danger, now it's part of my seats
I'm in the hood under surveillance buncha haters watchin
Couple choppers out for dinner, failin ain't a option
Reclinable seats, invisible ceilings
Competition is murder, haters I'm killin
Fuck a money machine, I don't count it I blow it
Bitch my money conceited, it look good when I throw it
I'm a asshole, therefore my temper is reckless
I'm the city of Houston, you can tell them it's Texas
The king of the streets, somewhere deep with guerillas
Behind somethin that's tinted, bitch you see the gorillas
These other niggaz yellin Truth, they only imitation
And when I see them it's fuck 'em minus the penetration
[Jadakiss]
Uh-huh... ah-hah!
Yeah, uhh
I'm gettin situated, I know you bitches hate it
I'm in a new Aston, the one Swiss created
I can't give you a dime, but I can get you faded
Before you become a member you get initiated (uh-huh)
A lot of racks, big ice, heavy weapon
The hood still love me cause I never left them (uh-uh)
I distribute it (yeah) I get rid of it (yup)
It's all comin back (uhh) every bit of it
I'm territorial, it's your memorial (yeap)
And don't feel bad, I'm talkin to all of you
This is real shit, and that's nonsense (uh-huh)
I got AK's (what?) I got Thompsons
I got investors (yeah) I get sponsors (uh)
They scared of the crew (scared) I'm with monsters (what?)
And ain't nothin forsure but we touchin the raw (uh)
And they gotta let us in or we rushin the door
Gone Too Long lyrics - Jadakiss
Its been to long and I cant do this baby
said your coming home but you've been gone to long
Its been to much of the same thing baby I cant take no more you been gone to long
It started off asking you to pray for me
now I'm on the phone begging you to wait for me
I've completed alot of programs so when I see the
board now they should have a date for me, I hear it
in your voice that your getting tired when I ask do u
love me you getting quit love me one day at a time I'm
just gettin by it when the meda runs out time get expired
Its been to long and I cant do this baby
said your coming home but you've been gone to long
Its been to much of the same thing baby I cant take no
more you been gone to long
This jail shit is corny really startin to bore me and
you gettin fed up on top of that you horny I knew that
would happen cause u couldn't asure me you dealt with a
niqqa that did time way before me you ain't look happy to
see me when you saw me you don't even write me back you just
ignore me you don't even answer the jack you just record me
guess I been gone to long you cant support me
Its been to long and I cant do this baby
said your coming home but you've been gone to long
Its been to much of the same thing baby I cant take no
more you been gone to long
In the pentantitary my name rank when I come home its
the same thing guess you gotta take what the game brings
niqqaz change but alot will remain wayne thinking about it
while I sit here besides like ain't shit fair I ain't herd from
her this year guess I'll try to make it better when I get there
Its been to long and I cant do this baby
said your coming home but you've been gone to long
Its been to much of the same thing baby I cant take no
more you been gone to long
See I been holding you down for a minute and its been like
forever since we did it and the nights have been hell without
you baby and everyday I feel like I'm going crazy cause you told
that this would be the last time but u said the same thing last time
and I promised myself that I'm through cryin so I guess Imma have to leave him behind
Its been to long and I cant do this baby
said your coming home but you've been gone to long
Its been to much of the same thing baby I cant take no more you been gone to long
Intro lyrics - Jadakiss
[Announcer:]
The following is a presentation of HBO Sports
[DJ Drama:]
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
I go by the name of Dram King
One half of your conglomerate, bringing you this historical fight this evening
[DJ Green Lantern:]
And back ringside is DJ Green Lantern, bringing you full fight coverage
Ladies and gentlemen, this pay-per-view event will be epic beyond belief
Let's go right to the tale of the tape
[DJ Drama:]
Hold on, Green, I think I see some activity over there in the far corner of the arena
I-I think I see... Is that...?
[Sample:]
The champ is here!
The champ is here!
The champ is here!
The champ is here!
Bang lyrics - Jadakiss
[Jadakiss:]
The champ is here!
Best shape of my life, feeling good, yeah
The champ is here!
Yeah, looking good, we just spawned
The champ is here!
Ah-HA! Hahaha! Ugh, yeah, yo
The champ is here!
Indoor, outdoor, coming out southpaw (ugh)
Part 3, still don't give a fuck about y'all (nah)
Guns on my waist (uh-huh), money in the safe
And I'm in good shape so I should win it by the 8th (ugh)
Ballers in the front, double-breasted down (woo!)
Pound for pound, they know I'm the best around
Hard to hit, plus I never touch the ground (never)
I rap part-time, but I'm still hustling now
[DJ Drama:]
Ayy Kiss! (Yeah)
Ayy Green! (Yes sir!)
Round 3, huh?
We going in!
No mercy on these niggas!
DJ Drama! (Yeah, yo)
[Jadakiss:]
Indoor, outdoor, coming out southpaw (ugh)
Part 3, still don't give a fuck about y'all (nah)
Guns on my waist (uh-huh), money in the safe
And I'm in good shape so I should win it by the 8th
(The Champ Part 3!)
Ballers in the front, double-breasted down (woo!)
Pound for pound, they know I'm the best around
Hard to hit, plus I never touch the ground (never)
I rap part-time, but I'm still hustling now (hustling)
Bars with the voice gives 'em a custom sound (custom)
If I keep 'em on the ropes, I can bust 'em down (got 'em)
'Cause I cover the parameters (yeah)
His coroner need bandages (yeah)
This a knockout or the decision is unanimous (yeah) (Gangsta!)
Kinda like what LL did to Canibus
You could get involved if you want, put a hand in this (Invasion!)
First I'ma do it, then cover all damages (ugh)
A rap ain't a felony (ugh), nah, but a hammer is (Gangsta Gri-zillz!)
Yeah, long as my poems get felt (uh-huh)
I'm playing my cards 'cording to how they get dealt (come on)
You all alone in a zone with yourself
And it's all good, 'cause I'm going home with the belts (yup)
Critics is all silent (shh), more power, more talent (talent)
Besides that, the jab kept 'em off balance (ugh)
Too much nice guy shit, more violence (violence)
Better motivation, yeah, more challenge (challenge)
Cee-lo, craps, poker, blackjack
Peanut butter with oatmeal (woo), chichis, jack-mac
Daytime blogging (ugh), nighttime jogging (ugh)
Central Park following the car up to Harlem (ugh)
Lot of people knew, it's a lot that slept, though (slept)
Calisthetics, lightweight, a lotta reps though
Ever since the weigh-in, I knew it was petro
The Champ is Here, Pt. 3, nigga, let's go
The Champ Speaks 1 lyrics - Jadakiss
Champ is Here Pt. III, nigga, let's go
Yeah, niggas!
The motherfucking champ is here. Ain't gon' be no standing 8-counts, yah mean? It's either gon' be a knockout or a motherfucking unanimous decision. That's it. They begged me for this title bout. I was home, chilling. Niggas asked me for this fight. My wind is up. I feel great. Running five and a half miles every morning. These niggas ain't ready. Got Green Lantern with me. I got Dram with me. Nothing but a motherfucking problem on deck.
Still Hatin' lyrics - Jadakiss
Handgun on the hip you know I got the AR
High profile from the hood on the radar
You ridin over here, I dont know if they are
I still cant believe a record company can pay y'all
I aint gotta tell you whats good you should cop this
Hospital beds, gernies wood boxes
Top chefs, great attorneys, good doctors
Movies that were made on the block got Hood Oscars
Yea, im gettin mine on the back end
Unwrap em' weigh em' and put em' back in
Yup, cause even the best die,
Break a few of em down but im lettin the rest fly
Goin thru changes, but they are not dangerous
Get dope money but speakin cocaine game language
Explain this, either you soft or a criminal
The murder rate got the hate on subliminal
Always raspy till the day they blast me
Im project elevator hallway nasty
He don do half he need all his cash be
Put a nigga in the casket off cast be
Im all in the Daily News checkin out Jeter
Two Pits off the leash Quadna then Benita
And you keep lyin thats why its hard to believe ya
Gon need a free safety to guard the reciever
Now, when you dealin with a clown
Only pay your respect before they put him in the ground
When the birds land nigga guess who put em in the town
So the pitchers is out, guess who put em on the mound
3 button purple label go wit the cargo
A African American version of Pablo
Niggas still hatin they can kiss my ass
Get a hard on when I count that cash
Still hatin they can kiss my ass [x2]
You Will Remember Me lyrics - Jadakiss
The Champ is Here, Part 3
Yeah, nigga
Yo, what the fuck is happening? Way niggas is yapping and (Yup)
Everybody chain fake, ain't even worth yapping 'em (Nah)
Y-O, Mel V, tearing up the map again
Your guy 'bout to put N-Y on his back again (I got it)
Know I stay sharp, money long like a javelin (Long)
Your shooters is pussy, and you are, too, just for having them (Pussy)
Dope connect African (Ugh), cocaine trafficking (Ha)
Timeshare in Brazil, conference call, half a M
Ayo, COOL IT!
You see, there's divisions to this shit (G—Gangsta Gri-zillz!)
Lot of y'all niggas don't even wanna work up the ranks, man
You just wanna go straight to heavyweight (I—I—Invasion!)
Nah, seriously though, like
You ain't even did the weigh-in yet!
Ah-HA!
Yo, what the fuck is happening? Way niggas is yapping and (Yup)
Everybody chain fake, ain't even worth yapping 'em (Nah)
Y-O, Mel V, tearing up the map again
Your guy 'bout to put N-Y on his back again (I got it)
Know I stay sharp, money long like a javelin (Long)
Your shooters is pussy, and you are, too, just for having them (Pussy)
Dope connect African (Ugh), cocaine trafficking (Ha)
Timeshare in Brazil, conference call, half a M
Never move without my hammer, long clip, my banana
Sing Sing, Rikers Island, Valhalla, Alexander
Condo, South Beach (Uh-huh), but the mansion's in Atlanta (Yeah)
L-O-X on the way (Huh), Donny G in the Phantom
Music's getting pitiful (Ugh), condition is critical (Ugh)
Dips to the pull-up bar (Uh-huh), treads to the elliptical (Yeah)
They did it typical (Yup), we took a different route
Pass the Dutch, hit the fruits, go to war, get your troops
One thing that BIG said that stuck with me was, "Get the loot"
Guarantee that you gonna die, nigga, get your suit (Die)
Even a lying-ass nigga'll tell you, "'Kiss the truth"
Gotta lot of years, ain't really new to hit the youth [?]
(The Aphilliates, nigga, holla at your boy)
Feeling laid-back, nice and calm when I hit the booth (Calm)
Might be in Vegas at the Palms with Gavin Maloof (Haha)
Japanese Tami (Yup), plate of shrimp scampi (Ugh)
"Oh, no, it can't be" (Nah), a friend of the family (Yeah)
Know I'm well-connected, so they be like "'Kiss, stamp me" (Ugh)
But niggas ain't loyal though, so I don't let 'em amp me (Never)
Money bring enemies (Yeah) just like the Kennedys (Yup)
Only difference is I was born with the remedy (Born)
This is much deeper, though—metaphors, similes
Champ is Here, Part 3, you will remember me
Nigga!
Hahahaha
Yeah, nigga
Hahahaha
Ah-HA!
Interlude lyrics - Jadakiss
"This guy'll kill you to death insi—inside of three rounds."
Yup!
"He's just another fighter."
"No, he ain't just another fighter."
Hahahaha
"This guy is a wrecking machine, and he's hungry. Hell, you ain't been hungry since you won that belt."
Sucker!
Ever since the weigh-in, they knew he was petro
The Champ is Here Part 3, nigga, let's go
Soldier Survivors lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Nas & Sheek Louch)
Let's go (Ah-ha!)
"Kick it to 'em, man!"
Huh, and you say New York City
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
Huh-uh, ugh-ugh-ugh, and you say New York City, ugh
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
This is a Gangsta Grillz Invasion!
And you— ugh, and you say ATL, ugh, huh-uh, ugh
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
Step into the ring
And you— ugh, and you— and you say London
Ugh, ugh, ugh-ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh
Escobar!
Y'all wilding out on some stupid shit, just for the sake of it
No home training, hip-hop atheists
Tryna get your lil' stripes
Fuck around and lose your low life
Here's a jew-el: I know you all too well
You're too frail; nickname: "Frail-ien"
I'm a pastor, the Esco-palian (The Evil Genius!)
Jackers, rappers: I baptize 'em, chastise 'em (Dramatic!)
This time, I gotta spank a young'un'
Discipline 'em, bring a chipped tooth back
Crack babies can't do the math
I'm the ruler, Haf, ugh
So I gotta point the Ruger, man
Publicity stunts, you still can't fool the fam
We'll spot you after
You can't have it 'cause you just a actor
Ain't shit without your entourage
You too thugged, you all wild
Catch you alone, you're all smiles—happy-face
Back in the day, there were codes and codes meant something
Nowadays, they all fronting
Snitching, talking, working with the boys
You ain't built for that light, never reach for them toys
'S'not ice, that's ZZ's and mores and nights
Nas in the building, so it's on tonight
Eight-seven, V-Live, allures is right
Shawty on my arm, she the boss's wife
Huh, and you say New York City
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
Huh-uh, ugh-ugh-ugh, and you say New York City, ugh
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
And you— ugh, and you say ATL, ugh, huh-uh, ugh
(Only describe us as soldier survivors) Ah-ha!
And you— ugh, and you— and you say London
Ugh, ugh, ugh-ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh (Yo, yo)
Feel me out, yeah, I got a million in the house
Show money, all from drug dealers in the South
Not a killer (Uh-uh), nah, I'm in the villa, chilling out
With your girl, pouring coconut Ciroc in her mouth (Ow)
I apply what you call "boss penetration" (Yeah)
Slugs fly, then you feel the cross-ventilation (Yeah)
Plus, I got enough bars to end the nation (Uh-huh)
You can't understand 'Kiss if you ain't into Jason (True)
Knew I would be all right 'long as the brothers felt me (Yup)
It's no way they could hurt me—just help me (Yup)
Bumpy Johnson was rich, but he wasn't wealthy (Haha)
Money isn't everything, you're happier when you're healthy (Ugh)
I don't chitchat (Nah), them things come gift-wrapped (Yeah)
Choppers that don't make noise with no kickback
Right there in front of your mama, you get pounded (Ugh)
Treat the track like Rihanna, and "Chris Brown" it
Huh, and you say New York City
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
Huh-uh, ugh-ugh-ugh, and you say New York City, ugh
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
And you— ugh, and you say ATL, ugh, huh-uh, ugh
(Only describe us as soldier survivors) Yonkers
And you— ugh, and you— and you say London (Ayo, Al-Qaeda!)
Ugh, ugh, ugh-ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh
Ayo, Don-Don, I'm going in (Don-Don!)
Yeah, ugh, geah, what it do, New York City? (Brrrah!)
I wore shiny suits when I was down with Diddy (It's okay)
You heard us going in when we was beefing with Fiddy (What up, fam'?)
But now, I'm not on that, I'm talking 'bout growth (Uh-huh)
I always had bread, but never had the whole loaf (Nah)
Dolo, two women down, he tryna do both (Come here, baby!)
Fishbowl, step-tronics; CD, Delfonics
Your face like you was down with Onyx, yeah (Rrrrr!)
Cock the hammer, rock the bells, killing (Geah)
Spilling rose in the Panorama (Woo!)
Young Mr. Magic on one-piece pajama (Haha)
Ice-cube-lookin' flash on top of the camera (Yeah)
Fan a picture off when you done with it
Now I have fun with it (Where you at, son?)
In Cabo, all out in the sun with it (Let's go)
Donny, three-fifty-seven, long (Hehe)
Put the hammer in your mouth, Trey Songz ("Say 'aah'")
Geah!
Huh, and you say New York City
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
Huh-uh, ugh-ugh-ugh, and you say New York City, ugh (Champ is Here 3!)
(Only describe us as soldier survivors)
And you— ugh, and you say ATL, ugh, huh-uh, ugh (Watch the mic work!)
(Only describe us as soldier survivors) Top Five, Dead or Alive
And you— ugh, and you— and you say London (Top Five, Dead or Alive)
Ugh, ugh, ugh-ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh (Top Five, Dead or Alive)
The Champ Speaks 2 lyrics - Jadakiss
Dead or alive, catch up!
The Champ is Here, Part 3, bastards. Green Lantern, DJ Drama. A Gangsta Grill Invasion. Streets-approved. Jails-approved. Real-nigga stamp. No smoke and mirrors over here, nigga. It's no gimmicks. It's no none-of-that. It's hard work, it's training, and it's motherfucking ba— bars of death. That's it. Uppercuts, left jabs, right hooks, body shots, occasional headbutts. Yeah, we gotta get that in, too.
All Falls Down lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. T.I. Cross)
One thing y'all know about me
I don't play, so just beware
You catch me up in V.I.P
Up in the club, that's my atmosphere
Because I got money to spend - I keep getting it in
From the hood, so I don't play fair
And I'mma keep living it up, keep getting it up
Keep throwing it up until it all falls down
Break the P's down to onions, money in abundance
I'm in the lower millions, I'm trying to get in the hundreds
Niggas' pants too tight to fight, so they don't want it
You pay for somebody to protect you, so where your gun at?
Been there, done that; seen the coke come back
Seen niggas come home from jail, then run back
Singing the same sad song, my nigga - one that
Negative energy stick to him like a thumbtack
Real hustler, probably sold a million and one packs
Niggas think they smart and nice, but they dumb wack
It's only 'til you crack they skull, give them a mum' wrap
When it's cold, I reside wherever the sun's at
Son's back, what?
One thing y'all know about me
I don't play, so just beware
You catch me up in V.I.P
Up in the club, that's my atmosphere
Because I got money to spend - I keep getting it in
From the hood, so I don't play fair
And I'mma keep living it up, keep getting it up
Keep throwing it up until it all falls down
Top of the league, 3-piece suit or fatigues
All I got to do is look a certain way and you'll bleed
4 words describe me: "Niggas can't fuck around"
Fish scale verses: prices go up and down
Put it out there, see if it taste right
Young Jewish bulldog keeping the case right
Apartment on the 4th floor, keeping the base right
Jacksons and Benjamins keeping the safe right
First and the 15th is when we break nights
Bunch of red beams on your head like brake lights
Bitches that fucked everybody turned into fake dykes
Was biting the whole day - it's gonna be a great night
One thing y'all know about me
I don't play, so just beware
You catch me up in V.I.P
Up in the club, that's my atmosphere
Because I got money to spend - I keep getting it in
From the hood, so I don't play fair
And I'mma keep living it up, keep getting it up
Keep throwing it up until it all falls down
Dice hitting the wall, decks getting shuffled
Nines getting wiped down, Tecs getting muffled
Perico in the plastic stacks in the duffel
Niggas coming through getting racks on the muscle
You asked me for money, I ain't ask you to hustle
The industry is hurt, they looking for the next Russell
The hip-hop cops outside waiting to cuff you
The Bloods is on Rikers Island waiting to cut you
Niggas on the outside just want to abduct you
Dudes turned they back on you that you look up to
Keep throwing mine in the air, I got enough to
And I don't like spending my money, nigga... I love to
Who Shot Ya? lyrics - Jadakiss
It's that time motherfuckers, dub dime motherfuckers
That's me motherfuckers, yeah the champ part 3 motherfuckers
All praises, all burners, all razors
Hands down nigga the game is all Jada's
Something hot drop I get 'em in all flavors
He's a dick, you pussy y'all neighbors
Yeah, two extra whores
I'm in the new Aston with two extra doors
With a quick flip I don't try to stretch for more
One hundred percent powder, extra raw
And I get it from Giuseppe, either him or the eses
I've been smacking these rappers around for a decade
Still tryin to get mami to sacame la leche
Know if I take her out I could pop her the next day
The Black Mamba of the vocals, MJ of the Pro Tools, anti social
Phil Jack on the track but I can't coach you
This is just audio of shit that I go through
Guns in the couch, money in the mattress
And I would have got the Bentley but I had to pay taxes
Settle for a polo fit and some air maxes
Your flows a light sprain, mines is a fracture
Uh, but the X-rays negative
You a coward, in jail you could never live
Nah, You barely living out here
I'm the reason you Breathing it's like I'm giving out air
I got stocks in the block and I'm giving out shares
To niggas that don't talk cause they giving out years
I don't know you, you ain't familiar
And I don't care who shot you cause they ain't kill ya'
As far as the word play, I'm a son of a bitch
These niggas is decent, but ain't none of 'em Kiss
MTV y'all know, I'll punish the list
Them niggas' jewelry is fake and ain't none of 'em rich
Notice they keep watching 'em, there's no stoppin' em
V neck, crush linen, suede louie moccasins
They won't dry up but you can't buy luck
Cashmere sweats with the gucci tie ups
Overlooking the city my nigga I'm high up
And I could get your brains blown out for five bucks
I'm always in the hood, that's cause I rep that
My paperwork good niggas already checked that
I'm probably just comfortable cause that's where I slept at
The desert is blue steel, The forty is jet black
She Likes Me lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Nicki Minaj)
I think, I think, I think, I think she likes me
I think, I think, I think, I think she likes me
I think, I think, I think, I think she likes me
I think she likes me, I think she likes me
Lights off lights on uggs with the tights on
Even better when she's butt naked with my ice on
She know how to rock it but sometimes she holds the mic wrong
She just try to make every situation right for him
Keep that gushy tight for him clean wet white warm
Talk bad about him and she be ready to fight for him
Clean up nice for him low life nikes on em
You know it's the turbo when you hear the pipes on em
Nice day top down comin through the heights on em
Know I'm up in her, she scratch and she bites on em
Just something about her that excites me, hypes me
But its all good though cause I think she likes me
I think, I think, I think, I think she likes me
I think, I think, I think, I think she likes me
I think, I think, I think, I think she likes me
I think she likes me, I think she likes me
We was at the heat game, peep game, let him see the g-string
Yves St. Laurent, size fives, a petite frame
He like c'mon Nicki, really why you keep playin?
Said his name was Jada' I said ooh that's a unique name
I go and see him out in Yonkers in the back blocks
He in the matchbox ballin like the mascots
He said I'm dead hot pull up in the brass drop
I see them hatin ass bitches in the backdrop
That's why I kiss him right in front of them
He on't (don't) want none of them
Even when its dark I be son'n them
Plus I keep the thing, thing mighty tight
And if he think I like him then he might be right (Chyea)
I think, I think, I think, I think she likes me
I think, I think, I think, I think she likes me
I think, I think, I think, I think she likes me
I think she likes me, I think she likes me
Thuggin it, she lovin it
Talkin bout my ruggedness
Feelin her so much I let her call me by my government
Nice soft ass even softer when I'm rubbin' it
Gotta lotta cash but I'm tryna get some other grip
Stay straight fly right good taste high price
Type that you buy ice possibly my wife
Hips mean thighs tight
Works out rides bikes
Cause all that excites me and I think she likes me
WHAT?!
I think, I think, I think, I think she likes me
I think, I think, I think, I think she likes me
I think, I think, I think, I think she likes me
I think she likes me, I think she likes me
Top 5 Dead or Alive lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Styles P)
[Jadakiss:]
I'm still here cause its real here whatcha wanted some crutches on a wheelchair
[Styles P:]
Death rows lethal injection or the real chair, slaughterin niggas that's why I don't feel fair
[Jadakiss:]
Kissin the ghost to piffin the coat not the shit that you get from the height whatcha get from the bowl
[Styles P:]
You was kissin ass now you got dick in your throat you belong in a parade now needa getchu the float
[Jadakiss:]
Smack ya man with the gage we can get to ya folks you might as well hang it up we can getchu the rope
[Styles P:]
With a little bit of fame you can change the game but its a shame gotta open it up lane for lane
[Jadakiss:]
A very select few that remain the same rest of them sold they soul for a car and a chain
[Styles P:]
Physically fit niggas on they bon ler rain
[Jadakiss:]
And I ain't overprotective I'm just guardin the pain uh the og kush way trips double push pay stay fly niggas smoke good weed push yay
[Styles P:]
Make a hundred thow down south on a good day lotta niggas bout to come home but they shoulda stayed
[Jadakiss:]
Max out getcha thoughts right hear the facst out assholes full of parole sittin in the crackhouse
[Styles P:]
Waves spend a wife beater wrong witcha back out
[Jadakiss:]
Ya waitin for a nigga to try to putcha back out
[Styles P:]
Ya in and out back to back again
[Jadakiss:]
Cocaine from Spain and that heroine is African
[Styles P:]
Rob a molly cookin it rob a molly baggin it
[Jadakiss:]
Straight pound for a pound make a niggas nabbin it
[Styles P:]
Talk around on star big boys tappin in
[Jadakiss:]
Ya we fuck pornstars use them for trafficking
[Styles P:]
Show up to the black tie affair start mackin them
[Jadakiss:]
Like ya we use to hand and hand grams now its big money suites at the MGM Grand
[Styles P:]
Bettin on mayweather hermes burgundy ray levens tell em Vegas connect we got k's with em
[Jadakiss:]
This is d-block gun for you gun for me
[Styles P:]
Then we get the money like one for you one for me
[Jadakiss:]
Phantom in Al-Qaeda heavy weights as the biggie met
[Styles P:]
In Miami with Tameek and Tammy gettin the city wet
[Jadakiss:]
CL65 roll with a piff high
[Styles P:]
Guns made border past the plane let the clips fly
[Jadakiss:]
Cowards get hit with the rubber grip you can get the flowers and candles on your strip on some other shit
[Styles P:]
Stripped em and burnt em right where his mother live shoot em like billipsons swift on some nugga shit
[Jadakiss:]
Roll like old dog and caine on some thuggin shit
[Styles P:]
We ain't tryna leave with a man down heart is out
[Jadakiss:]
Top 5 dead or alive nigga hands down
Pussy lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Uncle Murda & Bully)
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
You can't be—
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy (Taha)
And weed and alcohol (Let's go)
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
From Y-O to Brooklyn
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
East New York
I smell pussy (I do), these niggas pussy (Uh-huh)
They don't ask bitches for head, they just wan' eat they pussy (Murda)
These niggas is weirdos, they be moving funny-style
These niggas is dead broke, they don't let that money pile (GMT)
They don't let that hammer off, these niggas is super soft (Damn)
They ain't got no choice, they come from that Bitch Nigga Club (Aww, whoa)
They pops is pussy (Yup) who nutted in some pussy (Uh-huh)
He had five songs—all of his sons is pussy (Damn)
They a bunch of workers, they don't call no shots (They don't)
They never gonna be a boss, they a chip off the old block (They soft)
They the type of niggas who smack the front of they bitch (Oh) if she look good
And watch as she jump all over your dick (Haha)
You could put them on your block, give a lil' work to them (Go take a piss)
They know not to play with your money or you're hurting them (Got my money, right?)
You could even give these bitch niggas a burner (Yeah)
With peer pressure, you could make 'em go commit a murder (Go get something)
But they still—
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
And weed and alcohol
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
Uh-huh, yeah
Pussy, pussy, pussy (Yup); pussy, pussy, pussy (Ah-HA!)
And weed and alcohol (Ugh, yeah, yo)
You get moist whenever a real nigga approach you
And yeah, you supposed to (Yeah), dog, 'cause you chocha
This a reminder: From nothing to designer
These niggas is all kind of vagina (Pussy)
Still'll make you hunt 'em down, stab 'em up, then gun 'em down
Always something fishy going on when they come around
Private, punani, coochie, kitty-cat
That's what all these rappers are anyway—Twitter that!
Know it—I could prove it; like Tony said, your culo is polluted (Ugh)
That's why niggas try to hide behind the music
'Cause they really can't survive (Nah), they food for the wolfpack
Puss-cats that need to be cleaned out—douche that (Uh-huh)
Ain't built for war (Never), but all for the nonsense
Soft all your life (Soft), an ongoing process
Ass is sweet as molasses
Rocking them big fake chains and them glasses (Haha)
But you still—
Pussy, pussy, pussy (Yeah); pussy, pussy, pussy (Ugh)
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
And weed and alcohol
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
Trendsetter!
Pussy, pussy, pussy (Okay); pussy, pussy, pussy (Y'all know the name, nigga)
And weed and alcohol (Bully, bitch!)
Y'all niggas pussy, pussy, pussy (Uh-huh), fronting like you took it (Took it)
Then you try to push me? You be laying with Big Pussy (Haha)
Staying with the fishes, I be playing with your Mrs. (Mrs.)
Lady Gaga, let her swallow while your kids do the dishes (Haha)
Porsche Panamera (Errr!), Lamborghini kisses (Yes)
Rob you with no hammer (Nah), y'all niggas bitches (Bitch)
Bully spit piff (Bully!), put me in your Swishers (Swishers)
Y'all a bunch of snakes (Yes), I could hear the hisses (Tssss)
'Cause y'all—
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
Gangsta!
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
And weed and alcohol (Gangsta— Gangsta— Gangsta—)
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy
Gangsta— G— Gangsta—
Pussy, pussy, pussy; pussy, pussy, pussy (Gangsta— Gangsta—)
And weed and alcohol
Let's Git It lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Uncle O & Meek Mill)
[Uncle O:]
Watch how I flow, y'all niggas trifling
Bright, right in the air, bitches call me lightning
First name, Uncle, guess you don't know me
You say you got skills, play like a movie, nigga show me
Crews on deck, a couple cats owe me
Broads on deck, wind, bitch blow me
I'm mad with ya, hungry, y'all eat the gate
Re-Up on this shit, y'all niggas wait
I occupy the flow like a rash on your skin
I dash in the wind, get the cash when I'm in
Hit the stash like po-po, snitchin' is a no-no
And pink shirts on killers in my 'hood is a no-go
Sit in courts with the snow flow is the best I.D
I'm not the best like Drake, nigga I'm the best like me
Every time I'm in the mirror, I'm the best I see
Nigga, SAP on the track, who wan' test me?
Five, four, three, two, one
C'mon, Jadakiss come and get some
I said five, four, three, two, one
C'mon Meek Millz come and get some
[Meek Mill:]
I say five, four, three, two, one, let me get some
I'ma write these raps and do these shows until the bricks come
Five in the morning, I can make your little bitch come
Four niggas with me, three of them probably get some
On to the next one, Drumma you gon' catch one
Think I'm gettin' money now? Wait till them checks come
And I'm get the flansburg, peanut butter, black one
Everywhere I'm movin' at, you know I let that Mac come
I ain't talkin' laptops, talkin' 'bout that fast-bot
Fifty in the clip, you disrespect and that's your ass, ha-ha
I'm hard-body in my Armani
When it comes to them Benjamin's, nigga we all got it
I said we all get it, big-ups to them small niggas
Y'all niggas soft niggas, put 'em on and off niggas
The beef jumpin', I don't call niggas
Think it's a game and I'm a pause niggas, y'all niggas
[Uncle O:]
Five, four, three, two, one
C'mon, Meek Mill come and get some
I said five, four, three, two, one
C'mon Jadakiss come and get some
[Jadakiss:]
Yo, crack sales, dope sales, pussy on wholesale
Bunch of broke niggas on my coat tail
You can't even get it if it's no scale, tryna fuck the count-up
Real niggas gather 'round, regulators mount up
Yeah, I'm the boss at the brick meetin'
You know what it cost, no draw on the dick-eatin'
You can either stabbed up, shot or get beatin'
You only a gangsta on Twitter, you're just tweetin'
Yeah, you know me I still move out with the fam, yo
Turnpike, got the titties out in the Lambo
Got the tinted plates on the Porsche though
Double G's, LV's, man on the horse, low
Rhino bullets all up in your torso
Everything's by force, nothing's by choice though
Bars is homicide, Death Row voice though
Five, four, three, two, one and you lost, yo
Let's go
Somehow Some Way lyrics - Jadakiss
Ladies and gentlemen this is nothing short of a celebration. The champ is here part 3
Green Lantern & Jadakiss
As far as the ice go, ya'll niggas don't want it with him
Just for Jacob coming home, spent a couple hundred with him
Handguns everywhere even out in London with em
Might be in OKC he got the thunder with em
45 ACP, u know he brung it with em
He don't never go over budget
Cause he under bid em
As far as connects go
Takes one to know one
You gotta be kidding me
30 for a whole one
Rather kick back, light a sack, and drink a cold one
Cause niggas don't even wanna cop, they wanna hold one
Bitches still sucking dick, niggas actin funny yo
War about to pop off ain't over no money though
Something stupid gon happen the first day it sunny though
Ima have my feet out low shorts and my bungalow
Still transporting the Audi
No good at the line so crunch time it's important you foul me
Baltimore style, get yourself caught in the alley
Tried to hide out in LA and got caught in the valley
I'm just tryna get richer son the according to sally
At times I be talking to dirt think I'm talkin to mally
(It's crazy)
I been in the hood I been in the trap
I done shot it out with niggas
I been in the strap
I know who my friends are and where my enemies at
Niggas be sending me threats I'm just sending them back
I hesitate to squeeze the day that hell freeze (never)
My mix tapes be better than niggas LPs (yup)
If I ain't selling records then I'm prolly selling e's
Or down in west v with dilaudids and OCs
Yea nigga I bless you with out sneezing
Stretch you with out reason
The best that's out breathing (the best)
K I dub dime
Ya'll scared of ya'll hood but I love mine
Bunch of institutionalized niggas that love time
White collar crooks, soft niggas that love crime
Everybody starving it's always grub time
Hurricane Katrina on the dope its flood time
As far as the chicks
We just bending them back
This for niggas with at least 10 in and a kack
If you up north already or you waiting on a bus
Faggot ass Co's hating on the cuffs
Shits is all tight
10 hour ride when you could've took a flight
Nothing looking right
Feeling all alone
Thinking bout home
Being charged with a black pistol but you had a chrome
Ya co-de is scott-free you ain't even downstate
And you might not hear a word from him for a pound cake
Other words 5 years
Now you tryna hide tears
Cause u gotta do whatever now to survive there
Even though the letters spray there gotta be a better way
Coming from the hood jail or death is the only getaway
You already locked up, options is limited thinking to yaself
Would you be able to finish it
Find the nearest wall then put your back to it, shit is gonna change but you just gotta adapt to it. NIGGA
Yea SOMEHOW SOME WAY
Celebration! lyrics - Jadakiss
Ah haaaa!
This the celebration after the fight
You know what I mean, Green Land, DJ Drama
The Champ is here part three (it's an invasion)
The bar is open, everybody in the sweet
Let's go
Nicki got em ready to take half the year off
Rihanna got the bitches shaving half their hair off (Riri)
Niggas is so wack, I took half the year off
Roll up the bamboo, pass the smen off
Dope is intended, take awhile to wear off
Keep straight full by the mild and veer off
Solid gold chandeliers, the champ is here
Big cups and liquor, cans of beer
I rep' Y/o hard, right up to the square
And I can pull a town card, right up to the lear
Hopping out all rugged, LV on the luggage (louie)
D block chain, you think I'm playing for the nuggets (nah)
Nah, I'mma boss son - I ain't Ty Lawson
And even though I'm on, I still got them things off son
All black attire, rapping fire
In they raps, just try reenact the wire
Ain't yo' fault the kids think you wack, they by us (they by us)
And these young cats easily adapt the liars (easily)
It's written on a blackboard
Death is a trip that we all have to pack for
Ain't no coming back ya'll
Still can't fuck with the God, it's a fact ya'll
Flow is like Asthma, the way that I attack ya'll
Take ya heart away then rob the Yay
Do you like Frank did Arty Clay
Bought cribs in April, buying cars in May
Bullet wounds tomorrow, knife scars today
Game look easy but it's hard to play
Many niggas got a career, it's hard to say
How many win, when high demand - it's hard to lay
You don't want em to know you scared, it's hard to pray
Yea, now they calling you gay - it's The Champ (Pt. 3)
You can call it a tray, off this to NY all the way to the A
Then take it from Miami all the way to the Bay, hey
(Green Lantern)
The Last Kiss (2009)
- Pain & Torture
- Can't Stop Me
- Who's Real
- Grind Hard
- Something Else
- One More Step
- Stress Ya
- What If
- Things I've Been Through
- I Tried
- Rockin' With The Best
- Smoking Gun
- Cartel Gathering
- Come And Get Me
- By My Side (Bonus Track)
- Letter To B.I.G. (Bonus Track)
- Something Else (Remix) (Bonus Track)
- Death Wish (Bonus Track)
- Respect My Conglomerate (iTunes Bonus Track)
Pain & Torture lyrics - Jadakiss
[Intro]
Yeah niggas! HAHAHA HEEE!!
So this is what it all boils down to huh? HUH?
This is what it comes to huh? HUH?
PLAYOFFS!?!
Yo Poofs fuck that we back baby
[Jadakiss]
I ain't ask you to fear it
Mandatory you think about it after you hear it
And it's the evil that's gon' make you have to compare it
You know me I swing back thru it
See who got hit after I air it
But it ain't about shit
Niggas mumble about my outfits
But I'm humble, I keep my mouth shut
Lacin' em well, it was destined for Jason to sell
I can make you a reservation to hell
Then blow you out of the water
I'm out of your order
Me versus any rapper is slaughter
Somethin' like a poet and a author
The only difference is that I make slick talk wit pain & torture
[Hook 2x]
One false move will cost ya
These lames will cross ya
Don't let the game extort ya
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya
I'm the author of slick talk, pain & torture
[Jadakiss]
Yo, I'ma take the responsibility for bring it back
They rappin' wit hostility meanin' they wack
But then again I feel 'em
Knowin' that they up against a nigga just like myself that'll kill 'em
Gotta spend a buck at the dealer for suede ceilings
Lotta bodies drop because of betrayed feelings
What other rappers you know made it and stayed dealin'?
Smart niggas just felt back and they save millions
These are pedestrian bars for the civilians
Shoes is Italian, handgun Brazilian
Open it up and see what Kiss brought ya
Slick talk, pain & torture
[Hook 2x]
[Jadakiss]
Yo, I flip words around sorta like birds and pounds
Rub shoulders in the industry wit nerds and clowns
Give it to whoeva deserve the rounds
Hollow tips move organs and nerves around
Get money, fuck riffin'
I'm definitely cut different, I twist hunnies, puff piffin'
Get my insight from an OG wit a good job and all that but he loves sniffin'
Shit talker, Playboy British Walker
Rappers be home like "God, please get 'em off us"
After the sunshine it gets darker
Yeah, slick talk, pain & torture
[Hook 2x]
Can't Stop Me lyrics - Jadakiss
[Verse 1:]
Mhmm, yes, I does that.
Stays hot, I ain't got to get my buzz back
What everybody trying to be now; I was that
They could never stop me; that's why I love rap
Been living the life, praising ice.
Bang 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 divisions since Calico
Back then, I still ain't reached my peak, though
Louie loafers, Pollo pea coat
Call me whenever the bosses meet, yo
I drove papi crazy, so the industries never gonna stop me, baby
[Verse 2:]
I'm gonna call it confidence, 'cause I ain't cocky
I just know one thing: They can't stop me
Whether I'm on "Ef" or LA, or they swap me;
it's all good, because I know the gangsters got me
First thing's first "they jar us" abruptly
I treat the rap game like a large monopoly
One on one they can't guard me properly
But when they double team me the odds are sloppy
I move like them eighty milligrams of oxy
Send your sister back to your family knockneed
Got too hot for the grams, and got weed
In the rap bracket he remains the top seed
Revolver holds six; quick to blow three
Audio heroin, so you don't OD
Shooters know you, but you don't know me
The block is crazy, can't stop me, baby
[Verse 3:]
Once I start I ain't gonna stop the squeezing
And the gauze ain't gon' be able to stop the bleeding
And your girl ain't gon' be able to stop the weezing
When she get that phone call from the doc; we even
You could not stop me, so stop believing
Ring tone rap, this is not the season
I punch lines hard enough to stop your breathing
And the ladies will still pay a lot to see him
I'm gonna get rich long as I got my freedom
And 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 you all for coming out this evening
Having 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
Who's Real lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Swizz Beatz, OJ Da Juiceman)
[Intro: Swizz Beatz (Jadakiss)]
He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate (uhh)
Hey, hey, Jada Jada! (AH-HAHHHH!) Jada Jada!
Point 'em out, point 'em out (uh)
Point 'em out (uhh)
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate
If you real and you know it clap your hands [clap clap]
If you real and you know it clap your hands [clap clap]
Wait a minute - who's real, who's not?
She's real, but he's not
If you real and you know it clap your hands [clap clap]
If you real and you know it clap your hands [clap clap]
[Jadakiss]
AH-HAHHHH! Uhh, yeah, yo
Gun's gon' clap, packs gon' move
Blood get drawn, skin gon' bruise
Real gon' win, the fake gon' lose
The love overpowers the hate by twos
All they left was the yellow tape and his shoes
It's real when the funeral and wake make the news
Load the trey-pound so we six up on 'em
So when they act phony we just switch up on 'em, what
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[OJ Da Juiceman]
Who's phony, who's fake?
Silver Hummer, on eights
Life's good, I'm straight
Clap your hands one time you relate
Can't keep it 100, them the ones I hate
But I'ma keep it 200 for the ones that fake
Red and black car on the red chrome skates
Young Juiceman push a burner on my plate
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[Jadakiss]
Uh, yeah, yo
Pocket full of cash, wallet full of plastic
In and out the lanes, dippin through the traffic
We ain't hustlin no more, we doin gymnastics
Couple of flips and then stash it, bastards
Real gon' recognize real
Phony gon' recognize steel, I reckon I will
expose those who are, if you ain't or you are
I done gone too far, sorry, MWAH
Get yourself a fresh flesh wound or a new scar
Bullet holes all on the side of your new car
Load up the A-R, spray y'all, okay y'all?
It's real on this side, phony wherever they are, what!
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
Grind Hard lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Mary J. Blige)
[Mary J. Blige]
Oooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
Oooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
Oooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
[Mary J. Blige]
Now we shinin' hard just like we wanna do
Grindin' day and night, so we can kick off our shoes
And there's the glamorous life
Look what we made it to!
We some real live bosses, got 'em lookin' at you
We grind hard (oooh-ooh!)
To play harder (oooh-ooh!)
We touch the start (oooh-ooh!)
That's what they call us (oooh-ooh!)
We grind hard (oooh-ooh!)
To fight 'em all off (oooh-ooh!)
We grind hard (oooh-ooh!)
To play harder (oooh-ooh!)
[Jadakiss]
Ha-ha! Yo!
Twenty-four seven, three-six-five
If we ain't breaking 'em down, then we lettin' 'em fly!
Nah - never I, always we
I came in the game dividin' 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 four-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 ain't no time-outs!
Death is the only time we gonna sign-out!
So we gonna grind out!
What?!
[Mary J. Blige]
Now we shinin' hard just like we wanna do
Grindin' day and night, so we can kick off our shoes
And there's the glamorous life
Look what we made it to
We some real live bosses, got 'em lookin' at you
We grind hard (oooh-ooh!)
To play harder (oooh-ooh!)
We touch the start (oooh-ooh!)
That's what they call us (oooh-ooh!)
We grind hard (oooh-ooh!)
To fight 'em all off (oooh-ooh!)
We grind hard (oooh-ooh!)
To play harder (oooh-ooh!)
[Jadakiss]
Ha-ha! Ugh! Yeah! Yo!
Top 5, Dead Or Alive's what they consider him!
Soon as them things come in, we get rid of 'em
(Mo Money, Mo Problems) - gotta live with 'em!
Only thing they care about is what you givin' 'em!
Not the energy that you wasted in the game
Or the tears that trickled down your face from the pain
The time your jaw cracked, you wasted the 'caine
Had to do two shifts to make it the same!
That all changed, as soon as you tasted the fame
And it was all worth it, after you made you a name
Thanks to Our Heavily Father
We fly on the jet now, 'stead 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!
[Mary J. Blige]
Now we shinin' hard just like we wanna do
Grindin' day and night, so we can kick off our shoes
And there's the glamorous life
Look what we made it to!
We some real live bosses, got 'em lookin' at you
We grind hard (oooh-ooh!)
To play harder (oooh-ooh!)
We touch the start (oooh-ooh!)
That's what they call us (oooh-ooh!)
We grind hard (oooh-ooh!)
To fight 'em all off (oooh-ooh!)
We grind hard (oooh-ooh!)
To play harder (oooh-ooh!)
Harder!
[Mary J. Blige]
When we step up out that car
The whole damn world's lookin' at us
'Cause they knew what's from before
Now we ain't hurtin' no more
"You can bring me the girl, I'll sign my name!"
Now we're flyin' private planes and such
Lookin' like a million bucks
(You Can't Tell Me Nothing!)
[Mary J. Blige]
Now we shinin' hard just like we wanna do
Grindin' day and night, so we can kick off our shoes
And there's the glamorous life
Look what we made it to
We some real live bosses, got 'em lookin' at you
We grind hard (oooh-ooh!)
To play harder (oooh-ooh!)
We touch the start (oooh-ooh!)
That's what they call us (oooh-ooh!)
We grind hard (oooh-ooh!)
To fight 'em all off (oooh-ooh!)
We grind hard (oooh-ooh!)
To play harder! Harder!
Something Else lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Fiend, Young Jeezy)
[Intro: Jadakiss (Fiend)]
(Uhh) Definitely what they been waitin for (you already KNOW, yeah)
At least a certain percentage of the world (uh-huh)
Anyway (hahahaha)
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-HAHHHH!
(Talk that shit, talk that shit, Jada talk that SHIT, ohh!)
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!)
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
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 'til 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
[Chorus: Jadakiss (Fiend)]
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!)
Hahh (I'm somethin else!) AH-HAHHH! (I'm somethin else!)
[Young Jeezy - over Chorus]
C.T.E. nigga... yeah!
Yeah! Let's go
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
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!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Yo, it hurts cause they know that I'm better, and they hate it
They came in with my whole style, and they made it
The dope boys love me in the hood, I'm they favorite
In the jails, niggaz is makin bets I'ma say shit
Hands-on with certified G's
Have your whole family missin for 35 G's, please
I perfected my craft from a different aspect
So the bars is lethal and the voice is a asset
And as far as the people, they ain't finish the class yet
I'm beyond these feeble-mind rappers that half step
I don't carve the way, for these niggaz like Aztecs
I touch souls, somethin's felt; yeah, I'm somethin else
[Chorus]
One More Step lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Styles P)
[Jadakiss (Styles P)]
Uh-huh, yup, AH-HAH!
Cyphers in front of the Apollo as a shorty
(Now I got a clip full of hollows in the .40)
Louis (Gucci's) every now and then (Maurice)
I take too long to come back (send for me)
Know how to work it (big things poppin)
On the underground circuit (maintain) 'til it surfaced
The nerve of these peasants (treat a rap budget)
I'm like a bird how I stretch it (think they get the message)
Waters (dutchies) lot of herb (in the 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 depression)
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) like a lane merge
(The gun's like fried rice) Who want they brain stirred?
(Enter the limelight) lemon drop-top (off a crime life)
Always see the crew in the hindsight
(Yeah, American sedan) Shooters got Berettas in they hands
(This is mafia) The veterans are planned
(Word to the tape on the brick)
This is raw (we in the four-by-four) 8 plus 8 in the clip
(Hustlin Harry Potter) shakin 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
(Shirts smell like earth smoke, chirp) Yo
(Chirp back) let me know (who gettin murked though)
Yeah we gettin money nigga (who gettin work though?)
And I got the kush nigga (I got the purple)
(Move squares) cause we gotta hold down the circle
(Kill you) or hurt you (whatever's a virtue)
Beat you like your parents when you breakin your curfew
[Chorus: Jadakiss (Styles P)]
Yeah, homie live life to the death
(We gon' make it to the top) Just one more step
Vicious money, it don't matter if it's cash or a check
(We gon' make it to the top) Just one more step
Big houses, cars, and jewels that's wet
(We gon' make it to the top) Just one more step
'Til the family, friends, whole life is set
(We gon' make it to the top) Just one more step
One more step
[Jadakiss (Styles P)]
Yo, livin 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 chef'in it?)
Jadakiss and S.P. (do this effortless)
Gunplay 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)
Money don't match the runnin and get (sour)
Still (rep the hood to the death)
A promise is only good if it's kept (niggaz'd kill you for less)
(Silence is golden) Go 'head, keep dozin
The window of opportunity (keeps closin)
We gon' see if you really a clutch baller
A cell is small (but a casket is much smaller)
(Burn out 30 a session) 60 a ki' shit
(That street shit) Jada and P shit
(Lambo's, hoopties) Shooters and groupies
(Monte Claire) D square (Emilio Poochie)
Long trips (short trips) makin me nauseous
(Courtship) Gave them jewels money for Porsches
(Made a couple mil') but it's small shit
(We rap and keep raw) so we on some street law (court shit)
(Walls 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 it)
Send some niggaz to your crib (take the air up out it)
(Leave some blood up in it)
Listen fam, the Lamb's the color of toast (seats 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 (trey-pound) sick tec
(Play the game) Get a plane if you shipwrecked
(Learns from the best) if you ain't learn shit yet
(Yeah!) Motherfucker
[Chorus]
Stress Ya lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Pharrell)
[Intro/Interlude: female (Pharrell)]
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 hustlers, you just wanna touch us
C'mon with the lump in your pants
See, I ain't gon' stress ya
But I know my glow got you under pressure
You already know that the flow is extra
Stand right here so the blocks can catch ya, listen
[Jadakiss]
C'mon, c'mon.. naw, uh-huh
You know, AH-HAH! Uh, yo
If you wan' take a picture with money then stand right here
You see all eyes is on the man right here
Us hookin up is the plan I swear
And you ain't gotta dance, you could stand right there
Nice hips plus she got an ass to lean on
Type of honey that you wanna flash the green on
Real New Yorker, brilliant author
The work still on the same scale as Orca
Still sellin the kush and lightin the sour
Still in the hood gettin right with the powder
So it ain't no need in fightin the power
Cause the flicks'll be up on every site in an hour, c'mon
[Chorus]
[Jadakiss]
Uh-uh, uh-huh, know, AH-HAH!
Uh, yo - J to the MWAH
I'm one of the best in world ma, that's what they say on the blogs
Look in the garage, half of the cars
off the bars, and the other half off the mall
My entourage is large, so hard
'Kiss run the streets, my niggaz run the yard
Whoever disagree could bet they get scarred
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 ménage
Let the desert off for the sake of the mirage
Cause it all look good, until the Louis lands far, yeah
[Chorus]
[Interlude - repeat 2X]
[Jadakiss]
Uh-uh, uh-huh, you know, AH-HAH!
Uhh, yeah, yo - flow extra, dough extra
They recognize the glow no matter who he's next to
Recognized your hoe, then he probably sexed her
All my hood niggaz 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
Keep tryin to tell her that I ain't tryin to stress her
But come stand right here so the blocks can catch ya; let's go
[Chorus]
[Outro: Pharrell]
New York City must be...
New York City must be...
New York City must be...
New York City must be...
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