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(Intro - Jadakiss & (Woman)) |
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(Jadakiss) Hahah (Sheek) |
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WHOOO!!! D-Block, Darkchild |
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Uh huh, yeah |
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Uh - yeah |
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(Verse - Jadakiss) |
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Yo, I'm just too much, I flow too sick |
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I be on top of the snare, all over the kick |
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Since a youngcat, I been one wit the drum tap |
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The purple start pushin my lungs back |
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Been there, done that |
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My words stick to you like thumb tacks |
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Pardon me, LOX hooked up wit Rodney |
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The Ferrari's teal, but the truck's mahogany |
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Hating, I can't get you bastards off me |
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Fresh like I just took the plastic off me |
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Me and streets is high school sweethearts |
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And I'm always in her so she can't divorce me |
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Can't see farther than Kiss, I'm like a father to this |
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Want ya go and cop your father to this |
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I possess the whole package - the girls, the thongs |
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And there's something about me the world just loves |
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D-Block bringing hell of a pain, 'Honey' tell em my name |
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(Chorus - Jadakiss & (Woman) (2x)) |
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(J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop |
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(J-A-D-A) I'm taking your money, the funeral stop |
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(J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the beat'll knock |
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(J-A-D-A) We just keep going, this shit don't stop |
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(Verse - Sheek Louch) |
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Sheek Louch get it popping, this shit don't stop |
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Got your boobs hitting, shaking in a Halter Top |
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Drizzling out, no shirt, burgandy drop |
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Chain's bigger than Chuck D and Flava's clock |
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Yeah boy, Sheek kinda hot these days |
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Hold the heat when I spit, need ten ice trays |
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D-Block what up? what's fucking wit that? |
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Got the Camp spitting heavy on this Jerkins track |
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Glock jerk him back, either that or the mac |
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I prefer chrome but take it if you got it in black |
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Thick shorty wanna hop on it |
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I tell her not here, but we could go inside the bathroom 'Honey |
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Let me give it to your straight, I ain't spending no money |
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We could drink till we pass out, make dicks and all that |
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I'm a gangster, I bet shorty crawl back |
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Got her job through a two way contact |
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(Chorus - Sheek Louch & (Woman) (2x)) |
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(S-H-E-E-K) Pulling it out, the guns'll pop |
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(S-H-E-E-K) I'm taking your money, the funeral stop |
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(S-H-E-E-K) The club'll band, the beat will knock |
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(S-H-E-E-K) We just keep going, this shit don't stop |
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(Verse - Sheek Louch) |
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Hey yo it's Louchy baby, smoke screen in the Mercedes |
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Naw it's just weed, I'm fucking wit y'all |
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Oil slick, it's the juice that I throw out the back |
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But it's for real lil nigga if you hearing the clack |
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I'm bringing it back, you don't wanna jump to this |
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I'm David Blaine, it's magic how I gave it the Kiss |
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Letting it off, nigga like we hunting to diss (J-A-D-A) |
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Hey yo Kiss ((Jada:) what up Louch?) yo take it from there |
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(Verse - Jadakiss) |
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Raspy voice, flow of the year; It's the cue tip bars |
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They feel good when they go in your ear |
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Ti Gun, Peanut Punch your girl ain't ready (S-H-E-E-K) |
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(Sheek: Sheek Louch!) Jadakiss, the world ain't ready |
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We got haze in the air and we pouring the yac |
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Bout to get up on 'Honey' cause she throwing it back |
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And you know I keep the hawk on my neck, so don't violate |
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Cause I can't wait for it to go in your back, uh |
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(Chorus - Jadakiss & Sheek (Woman) (4x)) |
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(J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop |
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(S-H-E-E-K) I'm taking your money, the funeral stopp |
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(J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the beat'll knock |
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(S-H-E-E-K) We just keep going, this shit don't stopp |
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(J-A-D-A) |
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(S-H-E-E-K) |
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(D Block Dont Play) |