None Of Y'all Betta - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | None Of Y'all Betta - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Jadakiss |
| Album | Kiss Tha Game Goodbye |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jacobs, Martin, Phillips ... | |
| 作词 : JACOBS, SEAN D./MARTIN, CHRISTOPHER/PHILLIPS, JASON T./STYLES, DAVID | |
| It's sorta like the | |
| Holy Trinity | |
| So I'm saying | |
| I say it's like three different guns you fuckin' fagots | |
| Get shot three different ways | |
| Matter fact, make that six different ways | |
| Gun in each hand bitch | |
| None of y'all betta | |
| Ain't none of y'all betta | |
| If it is name | |
| We'll squash you, | |
| A S A P, feel it | |
| All I know, niggas give me all my dough | |
| Like Boston | |
| George comin' through with all my blow | |
| Right now | |
| I'm tryin' to charter a jet | |
| Fuck this hit the | |
| Panama Canal and get a harder connect | |
| Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans | |
| Come through the block tryin' to screw up your plans' | |
| Cuz I still rob niggas for coke | |
| Understand | |
| I'm the first one they call when they gettin' the dope | |
| I'm the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath | |
| I'm the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast | |
| Like Pacino and | |
| De-Niro 'cept they call me | |
| PaniroSad | |
| Styles still spin that arrow, fuck it | |
| Like the boss of | |
| New York, you know how | |
| I feelKill a motherfucker 'cuz a corpse don't talk(No doubt) | |
| Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head | |
| If the bullets had legs have them run in your head, bitch | |
| Ain't none of y'all betta | |
| What y'all know about | |
| Put in my work | |
| On the block | |
| Ain't none if y'all betta | |
| But you know it's all real | |
| Is it real? | |
| Yeah son!Ain't none of y'all betta | |
| What y'all know about | |
| Put in my work | |
| On the block | |
| Ain't none of y'all betta | |
| Bet you know it's all real | |
| Is it real? | |
| Yeah son!Ain't none of y'all betta | |
| Let's get it poppin' my nigga | |
| Load the tech up and go shoppin' my nigga | |
| And I don't mean the mall or no | |
| Gucci store | |
| You know what the fuck | |
| I want, bricks of raw | |
| And I'm too old to make less than a hundred a year | |
| If it means wavin' the hammer and leavin' you there | |
| If it means grabbin' your kids out daycare | |
| Somebody losin' a seed, pay or bleed | |
| It's Sheek | |
| Louch, I ain't got no heart | |
| I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark | |
| I put 28 holes through the icy car | |
| Fuck around, like the | |
| God won't squeeze | |
| If I don't see the badge | |
| I'm clappin' the | |
| D'sLox motherfucker, the ox motherfucker | |
| The reason why you shouldn't cop drops motherfucker | |
| Like it's something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what | |
| Ain't none of y'all betta | |
| What y'all know about | |
| Put in my work | |
| On the block | |
| Ain't none if y'all betta | |
| But you know it's all real | |
| Is it real? | |
| Yeah son!Ain't none of y'all betta | |
| What y'all know about | |
| Put in my work | |
| On the block | |
| Ain't none of y'all betta | |
| Bet you know it's all real | |
| Is it real? | |
| Yeah son!Ain't none of y'all betta | |
| Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex | |
| Over the stove and | |
| I'm bout to hit it with the ice | |
| Runners love to pump the bomb | |
| They know no fair ones, now niggas'll jump they moms | |
| You God minus the 12 | |
| DisciplesI pop up, all you see is shells and rifles | |
| If I don't like you, | |
| I'ma kill you not fight you | |
| I bite a little piece of your ear off like | |
| Mike doAnd everybody gon' follow me now | |
| Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown | |
| Faggots want you to kill 'em in a hurry | |
| It fucks me up, like they ain't got no money to get buried | |
| You could flip, | |
| I'll survive m'kay, motherfucker | |
| In my block still doin twenty-five a day | |
| Know you work out, chest and your back all nice | |
| But the twelve gauge'll have your six pack on ice, what? | |
| Ain't none of y'all betta | |
| What y'all know about | |
| Put in my work | |
| On the block | |
| Ain't none if y'all betta | |
| But you know it's all real | |
| Is it real? | |
| Yeah son!Ain't none if y'all betta | |
| Let you know, let you know it's all real | |
| Ain't none if y'all betta |
| zuo qu : Jacobs, Martin, Phillips ... | |
| zuo ci : JACOBS, SEAN D. MARTIN, CHRISTOPHER PHILLIPS, JASON T. STYLES, DAVID | |
| It' s sorta like the | |
| Holy Trinity | |
| So I' m saying | |
| I say it' s like three different guns you fuckin' fagots | |
| Get shot three different ways | |
| Matter fact, make that six different ways | |
| Gun in each hand bitch | |
| None of y' all betta | |
| Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| If it is name | |
| We' ll squash you, | |
| A S A P, feel it | |
| All I know, niggas give me all my dough | |
| Like Boston | |
| George comin' through with all my blow | |
| Right now | |
| I' m tryin' to charter a jet | |
| Fuck this hit the | |
| Panama Canal and get a harder connect | |
| Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans | |
| Come through the block tryin' to screw up your plans' | |
| Cuz I still rob niggas for coke | |
| Understand | |
| I' m the first one they call when they gettin' the dope | |
| I' m the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath | |
| I' m the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast | |
| Like Pacino and | |
| DeNiro ' cept they call me | |
| PaniroSad | |
| Styles still spin that arrow, fuck it | |
| Like the boss of | |
| New York, you know how | |
| I feelKill a motherfucker ' cuz a corpse don' t talk No doubt | |
| Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head | |
| If the bullets had legs have them run in your head, bitch | |
| Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| What y' all know about | |
| Put in my work | |
| On the block | |
| Ain' t none if y' all betta | |
| But you know it' s all real | |
| Is it real? | |
| Yeah son! Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| What y' all know about | |
| Put in my work | |
| On the block | |
| Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| Bet you know it' s all real | |
| Is it real? | |
| Yeah son! Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| Let' s get it poppin' my nigga | |
| Load the tech up and go shoppin' my nigga | |
| And I don' t mean the mall or no | |
| Gucci store | |
| You know what the fuck | |
| I want, bricks of raw | |
| And I' m too old to make less than a hundred a year | |
| If it means wavin' the hammer and leavin' you there | |
| If it means grabbin' your kids out daycare | |
| Somebody losin' a seed, pay or bleed | |
| It' s Sheek | |
| Louch, I ain' t got no heart | |
| I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark | |
| I put 28 holes through the icy car | |
| Fuck around, like the | |
| God won' t squeeze | |
| If I don' t see the badge | |
| I' m clappin' the | |
| D' sLox motherfucker, the ox motherfucker | |
| The reason why you shouldn' t cop drops motherfucker | |
| Like it' s something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what | |
| Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| What y' all know about | |
| Put in my work | |
| On the block | |
| Ain' t none if y' all betta | |
| But you know it' s all real | |
| Is it real? | |
| Yeah son! Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| What y' all know about | |
| Put in my work | |
| On the block | |
| Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| Bet you know it' s all real | |
| Is it real? | |
| Yeah son! Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex | |
| Over the stove and | |
| I' m bout to hit it with the ice | |
| Runners love to pump the bomb | |
| They know no fair ones, now niggas' ll jump they moms | |
| You God minus the 12 | |
| DisciplesI pop up, all you see is shells and rifles | |
| If I don' t like you, | |
| I' ma kill you not fight you | |
| I bite a little piece of your ear off like | |
| Mike doAnd everybody gon' follow me now | |
| Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown | |
| Faggots want you to kill ' em in a hurry | |
| It fucks me up, like they ain' t got no money to get buried | |
| You could flip, | |
| I' ll survive m' kay, motherfucker | |
| In my block still doin twentyfive a day | |
| Know you work out, chest and your back all nice | |
| But the twelve gauge' ll have your six pack on ice, what? | |
| Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| What y' all know about | |
| Put in my work | |
| On the block | |
| Ain' t none if y' all betta | |
| But you know it' s all real | |
| Is it real? | |
| Yeah son! Ain' t none if y' all betta | |
| Let you know, let you know it' s all real | |
| Ain' t none if y' all betta |
| zuò qǔ : Jacobs, Martin, Phillips ... | |
| zuò cí : JACOBS, SEAN D. MARTIN, CHRISTOPHER PHILLIPS, JASON T. STYLES, DAVID | |
| It' s sorta like the | |
| Holy Trinity | |
| So I' m saying | |
| I say it' s like three different guns you fuckin' fagots | |
| Get shot three different ways | |
| Matter fact, make that six different ways | |
| Gun in each hand bitch | |
| None of y' all betta | |
| Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| If it is name | |
| We' ll squash you, | |
| A S A P, feel it | |
| All I know, niggas give me all my dough | |
| Like Boston | |
| George comin' through with all my blow | |
| Right now | |
| I' m tryin' to charter a jet | |
| Fuck this hit the | |
| Panama Canal and get a harder connect | |
| Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans | |
| Come through the block tryin' to screw up your plans' | |
| Cuz I still rob niggas for coke | |
| Understand | |
| I' m the first one they call when they gettin' the dope | |
| I' m the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath | |
| I' m the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast | |
| Like Pacino and | |
| DeNiro ' cept they call me | |
| PaniroSad | |
| Styles still spin that arrow, fuck it | |
| Like the boss of | |
| New York, you know how | |
| I feelKill a motherfucker ' cuz a corpse don' t talk No doubt | |
| Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head | |
| If the bullets had legs have them run in your head, bitch | |
| Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| What y' all know about | |
| Put in my work | |
| On the block | |
| Ain' t none if y' all betta | |
| But you know it' s all real | |
| Is it real? | |
| Yeah son! Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| What y' all know about | |
| Put in my work | |
| On the block | |
| Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| Bet you know it' s all real | |
| Is it real? | |
| Yeah son! Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| Let' s get it poppin' my nigga | |
| Load the tech up and go shoppin' my nigga | |
| And I don' t mean the mall or no | |
| Gucci store | |
| You know what the fuck | |
| I want, bricks of raw | |
| And I' m too old to make less than a hundred a year | |
| If it means wavin' the hammer and leavin' you there | |
| If it means grabbin' your kids out daycare | |
| Somebody losin' a seed, pay or bleed | |
| It' s Sheek | |
| Louch, I ain' t got no heart | |
| I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark | |
| I put 28 holes through the icy car | |
| Fuck around, like the | |
| God won' t squeeze | |
| If I don' t see the badge | |
| I' m clappin' the | |
| D' sLox motherfucker, the ox motherfucker | |
| The reason why you shouldn' t cop drops motherfucker | |
| Like it' s something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what | |
| Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| What y' all know about | |
| Put in my work | |
| On the block | |
| Ain' t none if y' all betta | |
| But you know it' s all real | |
| Is it real? | |
| Yeah son! Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| What y' all know about | |
| Put in my work | |
| On the block | |
| Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| Bet you know it' s all real | |
| Is it real? | |
| Yeah son! Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex | |
| Over the stove and | |
| I' m bout to hit it with the ice | |
| Runners love to pump the bomb | |
| They know no fair ones, now niggas' ll jump they moms | |
| You God minus the 12 | |
| DisciplesI pop up, all you see is shells and rifles | |
| If I don' t like you, | |
| I' ma kill you not fight you | |
| I bite a little piece of your ear off like | |
| Mike doAnd everybody gon' follow me now | |
| Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown | |
| Faggots want you to kill ' em in a hurry | |
| It fucks me up, like they ain' t got no money to get buried | |
| You could flip, | |
| I' ll survive m' kay, motherfucker | |
| In my block still doin twentyfive a day | |
| Know you work out, chest and your back all nice | |
| But the twelve gauge' ll have your six pack on ice, what? | |
| Ain' t none of y' all betta | |
| What y' all know about | |
| Put in my work | |
| On the block | |
| Ain' t none if y' all betta | |
| But you know it' s all real | |
| Is it real? | |
| Yeah son! Ain' t none if y' all betta | |
| Let you know, let you know it' s all real | |
| Ain' t none if y' all betta |
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