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)
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