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Ahh!! |
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[jadakiss] |
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They tryin-they comin' for my head po (uh) |
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They're tryin' to put pressure on a nigga |
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Huh, short notice (uh-huh) |
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Got sumpin' for them niggaz though (uh-huh) |
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Yo |
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[verse 1] |
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I'm like the dow jones of rap, my stocks is high |
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And it never was all of, so stop the lies |
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Motha****as'll blow your brains out, and watch you bleed |
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The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em watch your seed |
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You got a dead niggaz, money don't stop the greed |
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That's why now i gotta rock my vest, pop my 3 |
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And whoever die first, may god forgive |
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The nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your biz |
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To my niggaz when i die, keep inhalin' the lye |
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And come to my wake high, when your tellin' me bye |
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What goes around comes around, am i comin' or goin'? |
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All i'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, gunnin' or flowin' |
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I might cock-back the gauge, and start shootin' at 'cha people |
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I'm lookin for the devil 'cuz money's the root of evil |
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And 'kiss won't be happy 'til my bezel look see-thru |
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Until i flood n-y with pediquo and diesle |
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Catch me with the top, off my whip |
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Bust my gun while it's still tucked so you could hop, off my dick |
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I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice |
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Blue pacholies and rolies |
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At the mob meetin', keep quite when the god speakin' |
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Squeeze my joint, 'til my motha****in' palm squeakin' |
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And nevermind who the lox'll sign to (that's right) |
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What difference do it make nigga? |
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Just listen to the tape nigga (c'mon) |
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[chorus] |
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Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die (uh) |
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Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry (uh-huh) |
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Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes (yeah) |
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Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes (uh) |
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Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block (uh-huh) |
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Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop (tell 'em) |
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Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really don't expect (naw) |
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'cuz when you jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death |
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[verse 2] |
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Yeah, yo, yo |
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I wanna know, is the promise land heaven or hell? |
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'cuz the niggaz that made promises, most of them fell |
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If you hungry, then i got some niggaz servin' the shells |
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With no sauce, and they silver, only take one to kill you |
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It's a small world, so you better guard your secrets |
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And it's easy to get money, but it's hard to keep it |
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Never was the one that like to hound no bitch |
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All i do is try to keep niggaz around me rich |
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Screw all-a-y'all cowards, i consider you lames |
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Had to save my lunch money just to get in the game |
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That was back when i used-ta have a mean back-spin |
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And no mack-10, it was just bats then |
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U know, beat a nigga down, take his rope |
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Now we-a, heat a nigga down, take his coke |
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And you can call me if you wanna bye them thangs |
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I get 'em half-price 'cuz papi know my name |
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Call me, jay to the mmwwaa |
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And everything you got in your livin room, i got in my car |
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'cept for the bar |
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I try to put a little money away |
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'cuz you know they say, tommorrow ain't promised today |
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Either bubblin' or strugglin', nuttin between |
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Or have a grimie nigga like me, ****in' ya queen |
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And the kiss only do shit with niggaz i know (that's right) |
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And the outside nigga can't **** up my flow (c'mon) |
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[chorus] |
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Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die |
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Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry |
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Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes |
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Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes |
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Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block |
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Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop |
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Everthing you get, you really don't expect |
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'cuz when you jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death |
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Uh |