| Ruff Ryders,ahh | |
| Jadakiss | |
| Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster ars | |
| Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God | |
| And...it's hard just being the boss | |
| Being I can't go to jail cause them years'll cost me | |
| Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me | |
| Rather just sit back and roll a dutch | |
| Think how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch | |
| Think about how I'ma get the 'caine over Customs | |
| Never underestimate niggaz, or over trust them | |
| Uh...yeah them M's is right in my face | |
| I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace | |
| If it don't jam, the Tech will spray | |
| When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray | |
| Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle | |
| I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't shake the devil | |
| Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what | |
| The time to talk is up | |
| So bring the heat, play time is over | |
| While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder | |
| Gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on | |
| Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground | |
| Yo I know how to get my pairs off me | |
| They can cry and die from high blood pressure cause tears are salty | |
| It's a symptom if you bobbin your head | |
| Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip | |
| When I get it, you already know I'm throwin them bricks | |
| Puttin purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwin them nicks | |
| That's right, homey, you can't move me | |
| I ain't goin nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies | |
| All you shootin is the breeze, a bootleg uzi | |
| I'm just waitin on a que like Suzie, don't lose me | |
| These penitentiary chances that I take | |
| Should be able to get the mansion by the lake | |
| But I invest my bread into something else | |
| Into something else that'll make something melt | |
| You just gotta feel the kid | |
| if not rap for the fact that how real he is, what up | |
| The time to talk is up | |
| So bring the heat, play time is over | |
| While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder | |
| Gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on | |
| Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground | |
| Ah,ya,ah,ya,aiyo, niggaz know the champ is in here | |
| He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year | |
| And I just wanna rock for a century | |
| And then chase the book with the documentary | |
| If you, can't do nothin other than flow | |
| Life's a bitch like the mother from +Blow+, let's go | |
| Don't make me put your heart in your lap | |
| Fuck ridin the beat, nigga, I parallel park on the track | |
| Hop out lookin crispy, fresh and new | |
| In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi blue | |
| And, I don't know you. | |
| But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through | |
| Ya'll ain't fuckin with Jason | |
| After I cash in, it's really no justification | |
| Of how I'm gonna change the game, so don't get outta line | |
| Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up | |
| The time to talk is up | |
| So bring the heat, play time is over | |
| While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder | |
| Gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on | |
| Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground |
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