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...
What If lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Nas)
[Jadakiss]
Yo, take a second
What if we could rewind the hood?
Better yet, what if the Lox woulda signed wit Suge?
What if Puffy neva signed us?
What if Oprah made them comments like Imus?
What if you designed us?
Thought like I did, said it like this
What if Payton was fightin' dogs instead of Mike Vick?
What if Arnold woulda just let Tookie get Life?
What if BIG missed the party?
What if Pac missed the fight?
What if you was caged in?
What would you change then?
What if there was no Rockefeller law for made men?
What if hate ran thru me?
And what if Portland woulda drafted Jordan instead of Sam Bowie?
What if you really had to be nice to get a deal?
What if all of these rappers ice was really real?
What if I hit you wit the razor from cheek to chin?
What if Mike Jackson neva woulda bleached his skin?
[Hook - Jadakiss 2x]
What if you neva knew things that you needed to know?
What if you neva been places you needed to go?
What if you get there and learn them as you go?
What if is the question, can I ask them once more?
[Jadakiss]
What if the pain went away?
What if you changed in a day?
What if you could eliminate all the games people played?
What if Shyne beat the case?
What if Diddy did a dime flat?
What if Nelson Mandela could give his time back?
What if Malcolm was silent?
What if Martin was violent?
What if you could really sneak an Uzi on the Island?
Yeah, what if I make you kiss the nina?
What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a Black man was the one controllin' FEMA?
What if we ain't neva let emotions come between us?
What if the last time we rode somebody seen us?
[Hook - Jadakiss 2x]
[Nas]
Yo, I flow calm but don't push
What if Saddam hung Bush?
What if 'One Mic' was called one hook?
What if the Bridge neva showed me how to hold a weapon?
What if I ran up in that sick shit wit no protection?
What if I neva wore an Army jacket?
Carhartt to match it, unlaced Timbs
The hood on my first album cover under plastic
What if I was another corny rapper?
What if I went instead of Notorious?
Who would tell my story after?
What if I love less and lust more?
If Obama was on Rushmore
Would Ali give Tyson a bust jaw?
What if I neva glared out that project window?
Would neva be scared for the life of me and my kinfolk
What if that gun pin broke?
I would neva linked back in the Enzo, all red
What if real niggas was all dead?
What if Hilary and them was Reptilian?
And 2012 was the end of men and all world civilians?
[Hook - Jadakiss 2x]
Things I've Been Through lyrics - Jadakiss
Uh huh. I just wanna thank yall for taking the time to listen
Ah-ha
I appreciate that
[Jadakiss]
Yo, from regular TV to cable; from bouncing label to label
Just trying to get the horse out of the stable
Was once part of the dynasty, at least I was trying to be
Think it was the time of my life when I was fine to me
Sitting in the spot with the dimes
Willing to do anything just to be a Bad Boy at the time (That's right)
Then I rolled the dices, naw the money didn't add up
But just that whole experience, it was priceless
No free rides to the bank, on top of that
Was the untimely demise of Frank (B.I.)
Then the 'No Way Out' tour, we was smoking outdoor
Me and 80 stacks off cee-lo, that's without tour
Videotaped it all, I still watch it now
Travel the world, learned how to rock a crowd
It ain't much but it beats poor
Things that I've been through is all I can speak for
[Chorus: Luther Vandross samples from "Promise Me"]
I can only speak for
The things that I've been through
[Repeat 2x]
[Jadakiss]
Now I'm on Ruff Ryders/Interscope, same shit
Partnership, joint venture, fifty-fifty, same split
Jimmy put the money up, two singles off of 'We Are the Streets'
Then after that, seem like he was done with us
But it wasn't over yet, Stout had a plan from the jump
Which was to come out with my solo next
Things a little better, these the niggas that I've been doing it with forever
So I'm like whatever
First album dropped, promotions was hella
Every stage I rocked, the performance was stella
Had the whole world ready to Ryde or Die for me
And I wasn't even platinum, I was just side money
X was bringing in the moolah
I was in the hood in the kitchen with the digital ruler
Can't tell you about the evil that men do
I can only speak for the things that I've been through
[Chorus: Repeat]
[Jadakiss]
As far as The LOX, we all fine, seller is all wine
Selfish for me to say that Roc-A-Fella is all mine
Cause it ain't, I'm just another employee that's on line
Trying to get my act together and do it one more time
Twenty-one gun salute with all 9's
And I know it's on me to make sure we all shine
Fall back, let the weed contact your mind
Define bullshit in any contract you sign
If you from the streets though, there's plenty of loopholes to eat yo
Once they let you in, you suppose to keep dough
But I can't give you the formula, I'm on it though
Expect the worst, the outcome is enormous though
Stay humble, still keep your heat for insurance though
Things that I been through to get it weren't normal yo
Yeah, this is what my heart beats for yo
Things that I've been through is all I can speak for
[Chorus til fade]
I Tried lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Avery Storm)
[Chorus: Avery Storm]
Every day, somethin in my way, I try
Shit ain't goin right, I try to see the light, I try
Ohh, it's like my eyes got a cover on 'em, and somethin holdin me back
A better man, better level, better know I try
[Jadakiss]
Uh-huh, get off me, AH-HAH! Uh, yeah yo
Listen, I done played with the snakes in the grass
Paid for my mistakes I made in the past
Everybody ate when I came with the cash
At least I tried to ride the wave 'til it crashed
Same wood on the gun handle is on the dash
All the hoods that son ran through is on smash
They can't identify you with a mask
And the bible'll tell you nothin is gonna last
The name of the game's survival
If you make it alive when you ride through they make it arrival
My boo is gon' ride, you know I'm gon' ride too
Make an M every day, I'm gon' try to - let's go
[Chorus]
[Jadakiss]
Uh-huh, get off me, AH-HAH! Uh, yeah yo
I tried to tell niggaz I'm willin to blast for it
I only try to give it to niggaz that ask for it
Got them things on the scale, I'm still weighin 'em
Thought my dues was paid, I'm still payin 'em
Couple Eleanor's and the Goose, I'm still Bay'in 'em
Semi's and the fully's, know that the truth stay with him
Wolves and gorillas is loose, so don't play with him
Somethin's holdin him back, nothin that you could say to him
Popped champagne with Biggie at the Palladium
Put that good hawk work in with the titaniums
Shit switch around when them heats get fired
And ya peeps just died, but at least he tried - let's go
[Chorus]
[Jadakiss]
Uh-huh, get off me, AH-HAH!
Uh, yeah - watch the game get tooken over
I'm still on the same side of the fence, I'm just lookin over
A solider, from the gravel to the grass
to the obstacles in life I traveled in the past
Whether I'm holdin a mic or holdin a mac
It's like an invisible force is holdin me back
But I ain't lettin go of my pride
After I get the dough I'll slide, better know I tried
Let's go, uh
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[Avery Storm]
Here come another day up on me
Put the pressure on me, here we go again ahhh
I try to do what's right when life is so wrooooong
I want a better way, I see a better day
'Nuff what the people said, I want a better me
God knows that I try but time won't wait for me
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[Avery Storm]
I tried, hey!
Rockin' With The Best lyrics - Jadakiss
Come on, two-step, uh, yeah
Come on, two-step, uh, yeah
Now let's work, ah-ha
[Jadakiss]
We can do it up, just the two of us
Me and you shorty, we don't need the crew with us
You know my hammer large, I'm the man in charge
I like your Louie bag, the Monty Grammer flange
A little zif and dale, a little ace of spade
I'ma roll the purple up, let you taste the haze
You know I gotta thug it, Olympic size swimming pool
With the mosaic towels at the bottom of it
You could spin and keep spinning, I ain't got a budget
I can put enough away and I ain't gotta touch it
Don't worry about nothing, Kiss got it covered
You now rocking with the best girl, gotta love it
[Chorus with some ad-libs]
Girl, oh girl
You're now rocking with the best of both worlds
Girl, oh girl
You're now rocking with the best of both, girl
[Jadakiss]
When you're at the top, there's no stopping it
Take a second realize who you're rocking with
Just noticed the color car that you're shopping with
Take pride in the joint when you're mopping it
Kiss melts in your mouth like chocolate
Make sure it's hot whenever you're dropping it
Right now we got billionaire guap to get
You ain't in the boys club, you just copped the fifth
I'm two-stepping in, honey popping in
Your first was the worst now it's the opposite
Yes, I must confess girl
You're now rocking with the best, girl
[Chorus]
[Bridge 1]
Get your glass up, cause I'm back again
What it do shorty? What's happening?
You know this beats jamming, it's remarkable
Everybody looking, what you gonna do?
[Bridge 2]
Now move closer for the (kid) one time
Closer for the (kid) one time
Closer for the (kid) one time
(Back that ass on the kid) one time
Now drop it like you do it for the (East) one time
Drop it like you do it for the (West) two times
Drop it like you do it for the (North) three times
Drop it like you do it for the (South)
Girl
[Jadakiss]
We could stay around here, we could take a trip
I take you to the block show you how I make it flip
And it's finished so fast cause I make it quick
All I ever knew how to do is make it sick
Pop another bottle ma, let's take a sip
Close your eyes, blow the candles out, make a wish
And just forget about the rest of 'em
Cause you're rocking with the best of 'em
[Chorus]
Smoking Gun lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Jazmine Sullivan)
[Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan]
You're the only one I love
The only man I know that I can trust
And if I ever should need you
I know you'll come ready to kill
With a smoking gun
With a smoking gun
[Jadakiss]
Yo, shorty is courageous, going through the stages
Of where her body is more mature than her age is
Far from the daddy's little girl type
Can't even imagine what her world's like
It all started off from a young'n
Stepfather used to touch her and she couldn't say nothing
The more she in held to the pain, it kept coming
Eventually, it scarred for life as a woman
And then he just kept touching her
Inside, that was crushing her
I got something to discuss with her
I'm coming with the tech, with the air holes and the muffler
[Chorus]
You're the only one I love
The only man I know that I can trust
And if I ever should need you
I know you'll come ready to kill
With a smoking gun
With a smoking gun
Uh huh, uh huh, with a smoking gun
Uh huh, uh huh, with a smoking gun
Uh huh, uh huh I know you'll come ready to kill
With a smoking gun
[Jazmine Sullivan ad-lib]
[Jazmine Sullivan]
I know you'll run ready to kill
With a smoking gun
[Jadakiss]
Yo, now she really stressed bad, baby by her step dad
Her and little man all alone up in West Ham
Tough road and without a car, it's a tough walk
Worst part about it is her mom think is her fault
Word get around yall, you know how the town talk
Babygirl is innocent, labeled her a town whore
Suicidal thoughts on her mind, even now more
First the abuse, now she gotta raise her child poor
And that's why I feel for you
That's why I'm ready to kill for you
That's a black girl lost for you
Call me, I'll come through and let it off for you (Blaow)
[Chorus]
[Jazmine Sullivan ad-lib]
[Jazmine Sullivan]
I know you'll run ready to kill
With a smoking gun
[Jadakiss]
Yo, it ain't your fault boo, I'm always here for you to talk to
Hold your head high when you walk though
Sometimes the devil's temptation will force you
But one thing about the lord, he'll never cross you
Look at all the bad things that they tried to do to you
And you still queen of the earth and you're beautiful
Everything happens for a reason
If you ever need me, call me, I'm coming through squeezing (Blaow)
[Chorus]
[Jazmine Sullivan ad-lib]
[Jazmine Sullivan]
I know you'll run ready to kill
With a smoking gun
Cartel Gathering lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Ghostface Killah, Raekwon)
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo yo yo! Word to ride nigga, yeah
Aiyyo we four or five niggaz with furs on
Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on
Blowin on saxophones, the band is rough
So much ice on looks like my wrist been cut
And we just made it back from Beijing
Seen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight rings
And the music stopped, Jada stood up (yeah)
Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups
He said, I been in spots where I can't even mention it
"Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it!"
Romanian dude, black down, pourin the saki
Face slumped to the side like Rocky
Then Strahan came through, with his bullshit ring
He said YIKES, when I pulled out my monster bling
Don't be afraid of the New York street talk
I switch gear all day bro, like you do on your peach porch
The chairs is suede, the walls is velvet
Marquise ballroom, so live I felt it
Fat asses in fishnets, shakin they pelvis
Playin with they pussy, middle finger drippin, I smelt it
Poker tables, crap joints just for rap niggaz
Me and Sheek, walkin around bitch-slappin niggaz
There go Rae, there go P
Yo Chop whattup! Whattup?
[Raekwon]
Sam Cooke writin hand, all of my lightning, damn
Used to rob niggaz in Sam's, buy shams
for my dude's baby shoe or booster baby, rollin with steel
Eatin Jamaican food under the wheel
You know the deal, book somethin then blow
When from a O to a low, little apartment in Brookdale
Gold was my motto, lotto numbers is what?
Had it in me, rolled down coolin with coke
That's the 90's, Chef era take over America
Bag Ugly Betty up, make her Ms. Guerrera
Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex burnin the mic booth
Travel right past my heritage
Them old school niggaz is me
Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin a ki
Yo I do this with a natural movement
Catch me by the {?}, scope on me, fuck it I'm losin it
[Jadakiss]
AH-HAHHHH! Uh, yeah, yo
I did it my way, lights off on the highway
Greek statues on both sides of the driveway
Word to the stamps on the diesel
The way these niggaz is lookin either they got cramps or they evil
One go we all go, D-boy fresh but hard dough
Cashmere and suede cargoes
On top of the beige Wallo's
45 government edition clippers, straight hollows
My (Clientele) is (Supreme) and it's proven
that I'm (Only Built 4 the Link) if it's (Cuban)
I'm a pioneer, I'm not a vet (uh-uh)
"Last Kiss" is a French one, it's not a peck (uh-uh)
Movin powder, piff and a lot of wet
You're gonna die, that's a promise, not a threat
Yeah, but I ain't with the chatterin
Cause I'd just rather splatter them
This is a Cartel gatherin, what?
Come And Get Me lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. S.I., Sheek Louch)
[Sheek Louch]
Geah, make a move y'all
Which part you wan' lose?
The clip is loaded, the quatro is on cruise
I'm back to work bitch, the clock off snooze
I'm tougher than leather nigga I cannot bruise
Who wanna try a nigga?
Hard to the God, come and butterfly a nigga (hold that!)
Ooze on out (uh-huh)
Weeks later bitch go and throw your shoes on out
I'm that shit that great Mario {?} 'bout
Clear this out, blood on the hopscotch floor
Shells in the sandbox; niggaz with big glocks
Late night, movin that junk, like Redd Foxx
Now, you don't want nothin about me (nah)
You pussy, nigga come fuck with the alkie
Weed smokin, keep the cancer piece on it (yeah!)
Call hoes, get pussy whenever I want it (c'mere bitch)
Mack daddy (no) pimp daddy (no)
Hammer cocked (yeah) let that, go
I ain't heard shit in a long long time
To even fuck around with either one of my rhymes (Sheek Louch!)
Niggaz still livin off the petty-ass crimes
The Hossa{?} hater, Lacoste gator
Levi's, hundred to the Mr. Chow waiter
Whattup street niggaz? Hold heat niggaz
FUCK sweet niggaz, you'll get beat niggaz (yeah!)
[Chorus: S.I.]
Now who out there wanna fuck around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck-50
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me (I'm talkin 'bout murder)
Now who out there wanna fuck around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck-50
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me
[Jadakiss]
C'mon, yeah, ah-HAH! Nobody, c'mon
Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, uhh, yo
Yo listen here, you ain't dead if your heart ain't stop
Twin 40's, you ain't gotta ask "Are they cocked?"
I'm so sharp I could come through and scar they block
Late night, red linin in an R.A. drop
And I'm only tuckin them until I shoot ya
When I pull 'em out that's when I'm fuckin with your future
You gon' realize this is nothin that you're used to
Get your life tooken by a booster, then we gon' hang the noose up
It's all over with (yeah)
All they found was his Louis scarf with his DNA all over it (mm)
Who's choosin and pickin them (who?)
Cause I'm sick of them, not followin the curriculum (yeah)
It's my shit and I'm evictin them (get out)
Whoever feel like they ain't gotta leave, I'm rippin them
Even though the love's frail the thug's real
All you gotta do is just follow the blood trail
Much harder fightin when the battle is uphill
Whatever the knife can't handle the slug will
Keep a good lawyer that's smart work on cases
Still gotta run from the NARCs, they gon' chase us (run)
In case I gotta put some artwork on faces
If we leave the game for God they gon' +Mase+ us
My suggestion, is that you don't even test son
Unless you wanna catch a fresh one
[Chorus]
[Outro: Sheek Louch]
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Let's go
By My Side lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Ne-Yo)
[Intro: Ne-Yo]
Right by my side
[Jadakiss]
HA-HAH!!! UH HUH!
B. Hudson, Jadakiss, Ne-Yo
I think it's me and you tonight ma
You see every good woman needs a thug, you see every good woman needs a thug
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Go baby, you so wavy
And I ain't never felt this way 'bout no lady
Considerin goin half with you on yo' baby
Somethin about you, makin me go crazy
Know if I ain't soured up, I'm so hazy
Me and you on the same page, so amazin
Need your love girl, so many ways
And you could only hold in out for so many days
And, got enough points to score but you shavin
Hell yeah I'm anxious, but you cravin
Time keep flyin, I'ma keep tryin
Bottom line, I need your L-O-V-I-N
Come on!!!
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Yeah I made no mistake, right by my side
Lil' mama that's your place, keep holdin me down
And you can help me spend this cake, right by my side
Ride with me, all I need is you right by my side
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
He such a small fella, to recognize the Mason Martin Margiela
What could I tell her
Man I swear you got to see her to believe her
Then maybe you could understand why I need her
Besides her bein a diva she wasn't bothered by the chiba
Zodiac sign was a libra
Definetly a keeper, I just wanna put her in a sleeper then fall out underneath her
Wake up, take a shower, then get deeper
Juice up get some power and then freak her
After the feedback then I could G Mack
But it's somethin about her love makin me need that, come on!
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Yeah I made no mistake, right by my side
Lil' mama that's your place, keep holdin me down
And you can help me spend this cake, right by my side
Ride with me, all I need is you right by my side
[Bridge: Ne-Yo]
When the drama comes my way (Way)
Long as I GOT YOU, girl it's nothing
Baby, it's nothing - I'm good
When these streets, girl, come what may (what may)
Shorty, we do what WE DO, so it's nothing
Baby girl, your love is something I need
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Yo, they say every good woman needs a thug
I totally agree, that's why I need your love (yep)
And I can't help it, if I'm selfish
Cause I need your love and nobody else's
Startin to taste it, pardon the bracelet (padon)
Chance of a lifetime and I can't waste it
If bein beautiful was a test, should've aced it
Her skin is flawless, her hair is wavelengths
Hi I'm Jason, ma I'm patient-ly waitin for us to have relations
Kissin me is just history in the makin
Squeezin and huggin I need your lovin, come on!!!
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Yeah I made no mistake, right by my side
Lil' mama that's your place, keep holdin me down
And you can help me spend this cake, right by my side
Ride with me, all I need is you right by my side
[Outro: Jadakiss]
Bounce! Bounce! I think we got one what you think?
Bounce!
Letter To B.I.G. lyrics - Jadakiss (feat. Faith Evans)
[Intro: Jadakiss]
Uh huh! I ain't even good with writin
I don't even write shit
I just felt, I had to write this letter to BIG
Niggas is actin like..................letter to BIG
Uh, yo
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Dear Christopher Frank White Wallace
Yeah it's your boy Kiss I just wanna holla
In your memory I keep the Coogi in my closet
Kangol on the rack, a fresh pair of Wallies
You know I'm still the liquor and the weed child
And still got Branson on speed dial
And everybody's the king now
You ain't gotta be nice gettin shot is the thing now
Mafia was doin there best they seperated
Now Roc and Gutta doin a stretch, uh, yeah
Kim is still in it to win it
I seen Money L awhile ago but I ain't heard from Cease in a minute
People in power is queer
I could go on for a year 'bout how it would be if you were still here
The game got cheaper, rappers is more commercially successful now
But the heart's alot weaker
You know me still got the flow that'll pop speakers
First option on offense the top feature
It's easy BIG all you need is a protool set
And I ain't touch the paper that I was supposed to yet
Everybody that's somebody show respect
Only a matter of time before they notice that
I'm an impecable lyricist
And with the right mechanics, I could take over be clear of this
They well aware of Kiss the light of the city
And I ain't on the label no more but I'm tighter with Diddy
I got my own plan handle mine like a grown man
Long as I know I'm nice, fuck it I'm my own fan
Remixed the joints you had
But, they could never ever duplicate your swag (Never)
Meanwhile I'm a keep it so on my lil' plans
And you might bump into a few of my lil' mans
Up there steppin with God
Down here Mister Cee in BK still reppin you hard
Tianna so pretty, CJ turned into a Lil' Biggie
Just a little lighter but so witty
On your born day, we get the highest
Groovy still the best with the garments, he keep me the flyest
Tonight, Patron is dead
Only right that I take a bottle of Bacardi Limon to the head
And before I end it, I gotta say thanks
'Cause not only was your time well-spent, it was splendid (thanks)
...Miss you, my nigga
One Love (So we tried to hard to understand)
[Chorus: Faith Evans (Jadakiss)]
So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away
(That was my letter to B.I.G., nahmean?)
You were everything - you were everything
(I felt it was only right, I really smoked with them niggas)
[Bridge: Faith Evans (Jadakiss)]
So we'll just keep our heads to the sky (Drink wit 'em)
(Sat wit 'em, talked wit 'em)
'Cause we know we're gonna see you in the next lifetime (Real shit)
But it's never easy saying good-byyyyye
(See you when I get there, Biggie)
Saying - good-byyyyyyyyyyye (Love you)
[Chorus: Faith Evans]
So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away
You were everything (Why you had to go awaaaaaay?)
So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away
You were everything (Oooo-hooo-oooo-hooo-oooo-hoooo...)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)