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Ruff Ryders,ahh
Jadakiss
Yeah, yo, Im the nigga with the perpetual oyster ars
Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God
And...its hard just being the boss
Being I cant go to jail cause them yearsll cost me
Dont get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me
Rather just sit back and roll a dutch
Think how Ima put the game in the cobra clutch
Think about how Ima get the caine over Customs
Never underestimate niggaz, or over trust them
Uh...yeah them Ms is right in my face
I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace
If it dont jam, the Tech will spray
When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray
Cause Im a nigga that hate to settle
Im a man of the Lord but I still cant shake the devil
Moved away and still cant escape the ghetto, what
The time to talk is up
So bring the heat, play time is over
While you running your mouth Im 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 Ill 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
Its a symptom if you bobbin your head
Know that hes sick, know the flow is ridic, now throw him a grip
When I get it, you already know Im throwin them bricks
Puttin purple everywhere, daddy, Im throwin them nicks
Thats right, homey, you cant move me
I aint goin nowhere, Im in the hood like bootleg movies
All you shootin is the breeze, a bootleg uzi
Im just waitin on a que like Suzie, dont 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 thatll 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 Im 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 Ill 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, cant do nothin other than flow
Lifes a bitch like the mother from +Blow+, lets go
Dont 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 its a BM, and its Pepsi blue
And, I dont know you.
But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through
Yall aint fuckin with Jason
After I cash in, its really no justification
Of how Im gonna change the game, so dont 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 Im 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 Ill leave you underground