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Jadakiss - Kiss of Death Album Lyrics
Jadakiss - Kiss of Death Lyrics
Writer: JAMES D'AGOSTINO, JASON PHILLIPS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
What You So Mad At?
[Intro]
Ah-ha!
[Chorus x2 - Jadakiss]
(Wow) What you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink lets all get down
Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound
Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down
[Verse 1 - Jadakiss]
Uh me n honey on the dance floor just flexin
Till the neck on my white T start stretchin
Liquor comin outta our paws and we sweatin
But that aint slowin us down, we still steppin
Her gear is strong, her hair is long, her feet is small
And she smoke weed and all, so we gonna pop us a bottle
And blow a good splif, VIP is crowded but they all look stiff
I'm well connected, I got wolves over there, and *****z that
Act like pitbulls over here, ya I'm just doin my 1 2 and shit
She's shakin it, doin that Saint Louis shit with her back in it
So I put my bones in it, the rollz go prezzy, got the pink stones in it
Why you want drama with me, I aint gonna blast you
Before I put the money on ya head I'ma ask you *****
[Chorus x2 - Jadakiss]
(Wow) What you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink lets all get down
Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound
Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down
[Verse 2 - Jadakiss]
Yo yo yo, I'm everything controversal, underground gangsta rap
Slash commercial ya but still all it takes is a long dutch
For me to get your wifey up out of a Von Dutch
As far as the funeral, you got it, its on us cuz *****z aint crazy
They just armed us uh, so let me get another round
Now Hypno and Clico will sit a brother down
Haze'll have you feelin like you in another town
Then its time for the gangstas so get the rubbers now
K I two of them swirled things one more drink and ya boy
Might be doin the earl thing, ma its me, you and whoever ya girl bring
Meet me in the back, I'm outside the pearl thing
I got the trate pound hooked on my waist
When they mention my name around other rappers, look in they face and say
[Chorus x2 - Jadakiss]
(Wow) What you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink lets all get down
Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound
Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
Can't knock a ***** that didnt make it, if you try
Far as me though, my spot is celitified so when I hit my number
I'ma hit it high and when I'm dead and gone, they gonna say I did it live
Cuz I done been too nice for way to long, they cant hold me back I'm way to strong
Double R D-Block that's what it is and that's what its gonna be
We gettin it on I just wanna know
[Outro x2]
What you so mad at now
Let's all get down
Let's blow this pound
We gon' hold it down
Ah-ha!
[Chorus x2 - Jadakiss]
(Wow) What you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink lets all get down
Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound
Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down
[Verse 1 - Jadakiss]
Uh me n honey on the dance floor just flexin
Till the neck on my white T start stretchin
Liquor comin outta our paws and we sweatin
But that aint slowin us down, we still steppin
Her gear is strong, her hair is long, her feet is small
And she smoke weed and all, so we gonna pop us a bottle
And blow a good splif, VIP is crowded but they all look stiff
I'm well connected, I got wolves over there, and *****z that
Act like pitbulls over here, ya I'm just doin my 1 2 and shit
She's shakin it, doin that Saint Louis shit with her back in it
So I put my bones in it, the rollz go prezzy, got the pink stones in it
Why you want drama with me, I aint gonna blast you
Before I put the money on ya head I'ma ask you *****
[Chorus x2 - Jadakiss]
(Wow) What you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink lets all get down
Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound
Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down
[Verse 2 - Jadakiss]
Yo yo yo, I'm everything controversal, underground gangsta rap
Slash commercial ya but still all it takes is a long dutch
For me to get your wifey up out of a Von Dutch
As far as the funeral, you got it, its on us cuz *****z aint crazy
They just armed us uh, so let me get another round
Now Hypno and Clico will sit a brother down
Haze'll have you feelin like you in another town
Then its time for the gangstas so get the rubbers now
K I two of them swirled things one more drink and ya boy
Might be doin the earl thing, ma its me, you and whoever ya girl bring
Meet me in the back, I'm outside the pearl thing
I got the trate pound hooked on my waist
When they mention my name around other rappers, look in they face and say
[Chorus x2 - Jadakiss]
(Wow) What you so mad at now?
Go get yourself a drink lets all get down
Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound
Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
Can't knock a ***** that didnt make it, if you try
Far as me though, my spot is celitified so when I hit my number
I'ma hit it high and when I'm dead and gone, they gonna say I did it live
Cuz I done been too nice for way to long, they cant hold me back I'm way to strong
Double R D-Block that's what it is and that's what its gonna be
We gettin it on I just wanna know
[Outro x2]
What you so mad at now
Let's all get down
Let's blow this pound
We gon' hold it down
Writer: JASON PHILLIPS, JASON T PHILLIPS, MICKEY DAVIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Shine
[Chorus]
Shine, shine, shine
Everyday when I'm rollin thru the hood
Playas watch me cuz they know I
Shine, shine, shine
Hey I know I'm shinin I'm fresh pearl bodies in a crispy tee
Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna
Shine, shine, shine
[Female Singer]
Keep doin what you doin
It's ya time and its ya shine
I love the way you ride
I hope you shine
The party starts tonight
My friends are comin over
I really think you fly
Tonights the night
[Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg]
I shine like Neptune, Venus, and Mars in ya face in ya state
In and outta cars, interstate, win a date with one of my broads
But you gotta hate a bitch before she gets your dick hard
That's what shinin about and when you get the hoe
You can tear her linin out, what you whinin about
You want the presence of pimpin, I'm walkin while limpin
And holdin on the drink that I'm sippin, I'm flippin the script an'
I'm slidin while I'm dippin my whip in, out of traffic
It's so drastic, boombastic, this shits a hit, Jadakiss
Matter fact nephew this bitch is a classic, pass this
Ayo locie loc' let's blow some dope, better yet lets go for dough
Hoe for hoe, I'm so fa sho, and so low and sensational
You know how I do it
[Chorus]
Shine, shine, shine
Everyday when I'm rollin thru the hood
Playas watch me cuz they know I
Shine, shine, shine
Hey I know I'm shinin I'm fresh pearl bodies in a crispy tee
Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna
Shine, shine, shine
[Female Singer]
Keep doin what you doin
It's ya time and its ya shine
I love the way you ride
I hope you shine
The party starts tonight
My friends are comin over
I really think you fly
Tonights the night
[Verse 2 - DJ Quik]
Now wuts the haps on the bottle caps I want a snow bunny
I'm rick james bitch I got fasho money and I aint hatin for nothin
But it be so funny cowards be wantin see me with my eyes and nose runny
I got nails and burbs while you got pounds of curbs, and one of us got a play
Basically around the burbs I'm fittin like a lego block, you bullshittin
While I'm sittin in an eight o drop, these suckaz tell me keep it gangsta
But they dont know, when they aint lookin I be doin population control
Then I'm lookin for a breezy with a whole lotta soul so I can have a malfunction in my warddrobe
To not the jada with the ??, its the Jada with the fo' fifth, clutchin on the fifth
With Snoop be in the front and his ***elry shinin all thru his clothes and little tigger's
In the back on the low, but I still shine though
[Chorus]
Shine, shine, shine
Everyday when I'm rollin thru the hood
Playas watch me cuz they know I
Shine, shine, shine
Hey I know I'm shinin I'm fresh pearl bodies in a crispy tee
Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna
Shine, shine, shine
[Female Singer]
Keep doin what you doin
It's ya time and its ya shine
I love the way you ride
I hope you shine
The party starts tonight
My friends are comin over
I really think you fly
Tonights the night
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
Uh ya, uh like a African diamond that's deeper than rappin and rhymin
Success happens with timin, over here I'm doin low with the punk
When I'm over there I'm in the low low with my unc and all the bitches
Lookin for us but I aint lookin for puss, right now ma I'm lookin for cush
And I'm strapped with the pound and ?? shoes, cackies, T shirts
Uh uh after my surrounding, air force ones, jeans, city lab
A fitted that's when I'm back in the town and dont get it confused
I'm proud to be gone, be home in a year with duffle bags out on the lawn
So much money my *****z be countin it wrong, so many hits
I can't keep count of the songs and we still grindin, stainless still nine
And ya'll still hate but we still shinin let's go
[Chorus]
Shine, shine, shine
Everyday when I'm rollin thru the hood
Playas watch me cuz they know I
Shine, shine, shine
Hey I know I'm shinin I'm fresh pearl bodies in a crispy tee
Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna
Shine, shine, shine
[Female Singer]
Keep doin what you doin
It's ya time and its ya shine
I love the way you ride
I hope you shine
The party starts tonight
My friends are comin over
I really think you fly
Tonights the night
Shine, shine, shine
Shine, shine, shine
Everyday when I'm rollin thru the hood
Playas watch me cuz they know I
Shine, shine, shine
Hey I know I'm shinin I'm fresh pearl bodies in a crispy tee
Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna
Shine, shine, shine
[Female Singer]
Keep doin what you doin
It's ya time and its ya shine
I love the way you ride
I hope you shine
The party starts tonight
My friends are comin over
I really think you fly
Tonights the night
[Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg]
I shine like Neptune, Venus, and Mars in ya face in ya state
In and outta cars, interstate, win a date with one of my broads
But you gotta hate a bitch before she gets your dick hard
That's what shinin about and when you get the hoe
You can tear her linin out, what you whinin about
You want the presence of pimpin, I'm walkin while limpin
And holdin on the drink that I'm sippin, I'm flippin the script an'
I'm slidin while I'm dippin my whip in, out of traffic
It's so drastic, boombastic, this shits a hit, Jadakiss
Matter fact nephew this bitch is a classic, pass this
Ayo locie loc' let's blow some dope, better yet lets go for dough
Hoe for hoe, I'm so fa sho, and so low and sensational
You know how I do it
[Chorus]
Shine, shine, shine
Everyday when I'm rollin thru the hood
Playas watch me cuz they know I
Shine, shine, shine
Hey I know I'm shinin I'm fresh pearl bodies in a crispy tee
Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna
Shine, shine, shine
[Female Singer]
Keep doin what you doin
It's ya time and its ya shine
I love the way you ride
I hope you shine
The party starts tonight
My friends are comin over
I really think you fly
Tonights the night
[Verse 2 - DJ Quik]
Now wuts the haps on the bottle caps I want a snow bunny
I'm rick james bitch I got fasho money and I aint hatin for nothin
But it be so funny cowards be wantin see me with my eyes and nose runny
I got nails and burbs while you got pounds of curbs, and one of us got a play
Basically around the burbs I'm fittin like a lego block, you bullshittin
While I'm sittin in an eight o drop, these suckaz tell me keep it gangsta
But they dont know, when they aint lookin I be doin population control
Then I'm lookin for a breezy with a whole lotta soul so I can have a malfunction in my warddrobe
To not the jada with the ??, its the Jada with the fo' fifth, clutchin on the fifth
With Snoop be in the front and his ***elry shinin all thru his clothes and little tigger's
In the back on the low, but I still shine though
[Chorus]
Shine, shine, shine
Everyday when I'm rollin thru the hood
Playas watch me cuz they know I
Shine, shine, shine
Hey I know I'm shinin I'm fresh pearl bodies in a crispy tee
Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna
Shine, shine, shine
[Female Singer]
Keep doin what you doin
It's ya time and its ya shine
I love the way you ride
I hope you shine
The party starts tonight
My friends are comin over
I really think you fly
Tonights the night
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
Uh ya, uh like a African diamond that's deeper than rappin and rhymin
Success happens with timin, over here I'm doin low with the punk
When I'm over there I'm in the low low with my unc and all the bitches
Lookin for us but I aint lookin for puss, right now ma I'm lookin for cush
And I'm strapped with the pound and ?? shoes, cackies, T shirts
Uh uh after my surrounding, air force ones, jeans, city lab
A fitted that's when I'm back in the town and dont get it confused
I'm proud to be gone, be home in a year with duffle bags out on the lawn
So much money my *****z be countin it wrong, so many hits
I can't keep count of the songs and we still grindin, stainless still nine
And ya'll still hate but we still shinin let's go
[Chorus]
Shine, shine, shine
Everyday when I'm rollin thru the hood
Playas watch me cuz they know I
Shine, shine, shine
Hey I know I'm shinin I'm fresh pearl bodies in a crispy tee
Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna
Shine, shine, shine
[Female Singer]
Keep doin what you doin
It's ya time and its ya shine
I love the way you ride
I hope you shine
The party starts tonight
My friends are comin over
I really think you fly
Tonights the night
Shine, shine, shine
Writer: DAVID BLAKE, CALVIN BROADUS, DAVID DREW, SAUNDRALIN GREEN, JASON PHILLIPS, JASON T PHILLIPS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Bring You Down
[Verse 1]
Top of the food chain, It's just the way that I do things
The dungaree seats in the blue Range
I'm working with new change, a Gemini nigga with mood swings
had the fiends looking for new things
I stopped playin' with birds and stated playin' with words
the money wasn't right, so I had to stay on the kerb
And I'll be a player later. But for now
Call me pootay 'Kiss, if not that? Montega Jada
I kick hard bars and blow hard weed
and be everywhere, 'cause I move at God's speed
And my aim is to make y'all bleed
Y'all got embarrassed in the class when the teacher used to make y'all read
Uh-huh, Mind over matter
And that's all good but f*ck that
My new shit is spine over bladder
And everybody tryin'a get to the top, and that's all good too
but right now - I'm on the ladder
[Chorus]
Look at you then, and (uh-huh)
Look at you now. (yeah)
Don't let this cold cold world,(uh-uhhh)
Bring you down. [x2]
[Verse 2]
I know your queen got her eyes on me
I got my eyes on your queen, The SMG is Heinekken green
Mad thing is you know before long that we gon' get it on
My kit costs thirty and ten to put it on
No tints, windows clean - heavy Windex
gears on the steering wheel, I shift 'em with my index
Real life - it's just in another form
Kiss Of Death, it's about to be another storm
I'm a goddamn raging bull
Stay out of jail by just tellin' myself the cage is full
Got niggaz on the payroll, just to squeeze
You're in no position to challenge my expertise
They get a bonus if they leave you
Old school - from the era of the 45's with the penny on the needle
Boss of the bosses, so please don't violate or cross him
Or you'll be the corpse of the corpses
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Uh- Huh, You know thw word anger
is just one letter short of the word danger, and I aint no stranger
Never use a gat more than twice if you don't clean it
and never say f*ck something if you don't mean it
And when it comes to life, the route you've been using thus far aint working right?
Take the scenic
Whatever faith you got, put in a crook
Wanna hide something from a nigga? Put it in a book
Trust me, this album, the vapour's gon' go around
If you aint hot, you need paper to throw around
Yeah, it's getting clearer every day
When you wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and say
[Chorus x2]
Top of the food chain, It's just the way that I do things
The dungaree seats in the blue Range
I'm working with new change, a Gemini nigga with mood swings
had the fiends looking for new things
I stopped playin' with birds and stated playin' with words
the money wasn't right, so I had to stay on the kerb
And I'll be a player later. But for now
Call me pootay 'Kiss, if not that? Montega Jada
I kick hard bars and blow hard weed
and be everywhere, 'cause I move at God's speed
And my aim is to make y'all bleed
Y'all got embarrassed in the class when the teacher used to make y'all read
Uh-huh, Mind over matter
And that's all good but f*ck that
My new shit is spine over bladder
And everybody tryin'a get to the top, and that's all good too
but right now - I'm on the ladder
[Chorus]
Look at you then, and (uh-huh)
Look at you now. (yeah)
Don't let this cold cold world,(uh-uhhh)
Bring you down. [x2]
[Verse 2]
I know your queen got her eyes on me
I got my eyes on your queen, The SMG is Heinekken green
Mad thing is you know before long that we gon' get it on
My kit costs thirty and ten to put it on
No tints, windows clean - heavy Windex
gears on the steering wheel, I shift 'em with my index
Real life - it's just in another form
Kiss Of Death, it's about to be another storm
I'm a goddamn raging bull
Stay out of jail by just tellin' myself the cage is full
Got niggaz on the payroll, just to squeeze
You're in no position to challenge my expertise
They get a bonus if they leave you
Old school - from the era of the 45's with the penny on the needle
Boss of the bosses, so please don't violate or cross him
Or you'll be the corpse of the corpses
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
Uh- Huh, You know thw word anger
is just one letter short of the word danger, and I aint no stranger
Never use a gat more than twice if you don't clean it
and never say f*ck something if you don't mean it
And when it comes to life, the route you've been using thus far aint working right?
Take the scenic
Whatever faith you got, put in a crook
Wanna hide something from a nigga? Put it in a book
Trust me, this album, the vapour's gon' go around
If you aint hot, you need paper to throw around
Yeah, it's getting clearer every day
When you wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and say
[Chorus x2]
Writer: QAADIR ATKINSON, JASON PHILLIPS, JASON T PHILLIPS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Times Up
(feat. Nate Dogg)
[Jadakiss]
Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars
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
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
The time to talk is up
So bring the heat, that time is over
While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder
A 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
[Jadakiss]
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 of how real he is, whatever
[Chorus]
[Jadakiss]
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
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
F*ck 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 f*ckin with Jason
After I cash in, there'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
[Chorus]
[Jadakiss]
Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars
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
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
The time to talk is up
So bring the heat, that time is over
While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder
A 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
[Jadakiss]
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 of how real he is, whatever
[Chorus]
[Jadakiss]
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
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
F*ck 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 f*ckin with Jason
After I cash in, there'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
[Chorus]
Writer: JASON PHILLIPS, JASON T PHILLIPS, NATHANIEL D HALE, SCOTT STORCH, SCOTT SPENCER STORCH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Why
Yo, why is Jadakiss as hard as it gets?
Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in debt?
And why them dudes ain't riding if they part of your set?
And why they never get it popping but they party to death?
Yea, and why they gonna give you life for a murder?
Turn around only give you eight months for a burner? It's going down
Why they selling niggas CD's for under a dime?
And if it's all love, daddy, why you come with your 9?
Why my niggas ain't get that cake?
Why is a brother up north better than Jordan
That ain't get that break?
Why you don't stack instead of trying to be fly?
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead of poppin Cris?
Why them bullets have to hit that door?
Why did Kobe have to hit that raw?
Why'd he kiss that whore?
Why?
All that I've been given
Is this pain that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that?
Tried to make it my way
But got sent up on the highway
Why? Oh why
Why they gotta do me like that?
Why do niggas push pounds and powder?
Why did Bush knock down the towers?
Why you around them cowards?
Why Aaliyah have to take that flight?
Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari
Why he take that bike?
Why they gotta open your package and read your mail?
Why they stop letting niggas get degrees in jail?
Why you gotta do 85% of your time?
And why do niggas lie in 85% of they rhymes?
Why a nigga always want what he can't have?
Why I can't come through in the pecan Jag?
Why did crack have to hit so hard?
Even though it's almost over
Why niggas can't get no jobs?
Why they come up with the witness protection?
Why they let the Terminator win the election?
Come on, pay attention!
Why I sell in the stores what you could sell in the streets?
Why I say the hottest shit but we sellin' the least?
All that I've been given
Is this pain that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that?
Tried to make it my way
But got sent up on the highway
Why? Oh why
Why they gotta do me like that?
Why Halle have to let a white man pop her to get a Oscar?
Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it?
Why they didn't make the CL6 with a clutch?
And if you don't smoke why the hell you reaching for my dutch?!
Why rap? Cause I need air time
Why be on the curb with a "Why lie? I need a beer" sign?
Why all the young niggas is dying?
Cause they moms at work, they pops is gone, they living with iron
Why they ain't give us a cure for AIDS?
Why my diesel have fiends in the spot on the floor for days?
Why you screaming like it's a slug? It's only the hawk
Why my buzz in L.A. Ain't like it is in New York?
Why they forcing you to be hard?
Why ain't you a thug by choice?
Why the whole world love my voice?
Why? Try to tell 'em that it's the flow son
And you know why they made the new twenties?
Cause I got all the old ones
That's why
All that I've been given
Is this pain that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that?
Tried to make it my way
But got sent on up the highway
Why? Oh why
They gotta do me like that?
Why
Oh why
Oh
Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in debt?
And why them dudes ain't riding if they part of your set?
And why they never get it popping but they party to death?
Yea, and why they gonna give you life for a murder?
Turn around only give you eight months for a burner? It's going down
Why they selling niggas CD's for under a dime?
And if it's all love, daddy, why you come with your 9?
Why my niggas ain't get that cake?
Why is a brother up north better than Jordan
That ain't get that break?
Why you don't stack instead of trying to be fly?
Why is ratting at an all time high?
Why are you even alive?
Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?
Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead of poppin Cris?
Why them bullets have to hit that door?
Why did Kobe have to hit that raw?
Why'd he kiss that whore?
Why?
All that I've been given
Is this pain that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that?
Tried to make it my way
But got sent up on the highway
Why? Oh why
Why they gotta do me like that?
Why do niggas push pounds and powder?
Why did Bush knock down the towers?
Why you around them cowards?
Why Aaliyah have to take that flight?
Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari
Why he take that bike?
Why they gotta open your package and read your mail?
Why they stop letting niggas get degrees in jail?
Why you gotta do 85% of your time?
And why do niggas lie in 85% of they rhymes?
Why a nigga always want what he can't have?
Why I can't come through in the pecan Jag?
Why did crack have to hit so hard?
Even though it's almost over
Why niggas can't get no jobs?
Why they come up with the witness protection?
Why they let the Terminator win the election?
Come on, pay attention!
Why I sell in the stores what you could sell in the streets?
Why I say the hottest shit but we sellin' the least?
All that I've been given
Is this pain that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that?
Tried to make it my way
But got sent up on the highway
Why? Oh why
Why they gotta do me like that?
Why Halle have to let a white man pop her to get a Oscar?
Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it?
Why they didn't make the CL6 with a clutch?
And if you don't smoke why the hell you reaching for my dutch?!
Why rap? Cause I need air time
Why be on the curb with a "Why lie? I need a beer" sign?
Why all the young niggas is dying?
Cause they moms at work, they pops is gone, they living with iron
Why they ain't give us a cure for AIDS?
Why my diesel have fiends in the spot on the floor for days?
Why you screaming like it's a slug? It's only the hawk
Why my buzz in L.A. Ain't like it is in New York?
Why they forcing you to be hard?
Why ain't you a thug by choice?
Why the whole world love my voice?
Why? Try to tell 'em that it's the flow son
And you know why they made the new twenties?
Cause I got all the old ones
That's why
All that I've been given
Is this pain that I've been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that?
Tried to make it my way
But got sent on up the highway
Why? Oh why
They gotta do me like that?
Why
Oh why
Oh
Writer: Anthony Hamilton, Pierre Moerlen, Kejuan Muchita, Jason Phillips
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
U Make Me Wanna
Lets go
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
I love it when you say
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
Ayo the crib got your friends workin'
We travel to France for French curtains
You was there when I was on the bench hurtin'
Now that I own my team
It's only right that I condone my queen
Try to show her my dream
And I can't let her get lost now
She carries the money, the hammers and material across town
And understands she's fine
And understands she's mine
She understands the grind
Cook cleans and irons
And whatever she want to push
I'ma cosign
And if I ain't got it already
Then I'm a go find it
I guess I'm'a lucky don
And she a lucky queen
'Cause her jewelry box looks like lucky charms
All color stones
And she know I'm in the hood
But she also knows that I'm comin' home
Mr. Raspy thought I was in love with money
'Till the first time we did the nasty
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
I love it when you say
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
Yo whatever the road to paradise is
We on it
Gave me your income tax check so I can get on with
Those were the days
These are the times
You held me down with nearly damn near everything
Even my rhymes
I would play a song for you
You would let me know exactly how the ladies would respond
From a woman's point of view
And that's why my girlie is with me
I love it when she layin' in the bed with la perla or vickies
The next best thing to a soldier
Go hard with a fat ass and a head full of rollers
Just look in her eyes and tell she's real
Just imagine the way she smell and the way she feel
And the sex was crazy then and its crazy still
And you know I'm from the streets so it's crazy ill
And we waitin' on a new island
We been to all of them four five or times
Come on mami, you wylin'
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
I love it when you say
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
When things was rough
Only person I could call was you
Now everything I do
I do it all for you
Come touch me
Come kiss me
Come love me
Anyway you want to boy
And I'm good as long as I'm close to you
And we doin' things that grown folks is supposed to do
Come on
Come hold me
Come feel me
Come take me
Anyway you want to boy
Yo the money is great but what we got is more better
We got the four letters
When it comes from the heart it's more pleasure
And for the fact that you trust me still
Thus far I appreciate what we've built
All the minks that I bought you that drag the floor
And all the nights that you sat up and bagged the raw
Damn I'm thinkin' you gotta hate it
But yet and still you tolerate it
(We gone make it, We gone make it)
That's why ma we gotta make it
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
I love it when you say
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
I love it when you say
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
I love it when you say
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
Ayo the crib got your friends workin'
We travel to France for French curtains
You was there when I was on the bench hurtin'
Now that I own my team
It's only right that I condone my queen
Try to show her my dream
And I can't let her get lost now
She carries the money, the hammers and material across town
And understands she's fine
And understands she's mine
She understands the grind
Cook cleans and irons
And whatever she want to push
I'ma cosign
And if I ain't got it already
Then I'm a go find it
I guess I'm'a lucky don
And she a lucky queen
'Cause her jewelry box looks like lucky charms
All color stones
And she know I'm in the hood
But she also knows that I'm comin' home
Mr. Raspy thought I was in love with money
'Till the first time we did the nasty
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
I love it when you say
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
Yo whatever the road to paradise is
We on it
Gave me your income tax check so I can get on with
Those were the days
These are the times
You held me down with nearly damn near everything
Even my rhymes
I would play a song for you
You would let me know exactly how the ladies would respond
From a woman's point of view
And that's why my girlie is with me
I love it when she layin' in the bed with la perla or vickies
The next best thing to a soldier
Go hard with a fat ass and a head full of rollers
Just look in her eyes and tell she's real
Just imagine the way she smell and the way she feel
And the sex was crazy then and its crazy still
And you know I'm from the streets so it's crazy ill
And we waitin' on a new island
We been to all of them four five or times
Come on mami, you wylin'
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
I love it when you say
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
When things was rough
Only person I could call was you
Now everything I do
I do it all for you
Come touch me
Come kiss me
Come love me
Anyway you want to boy
And I'm good as long as I'm close to you
And we doin' things that grown folks is supposed to do
Come on
Come hold me
Come feel me
Come take me
Anyway you want to boy
Yo the money is great but what we got is more better
We got the four letters
When it comes from the heart it's more pleasure
And for the fact that you trust me still
Thus far I appreciate what we've built
All the minks that I bought you that drag the floor
And all the nights that you sat up and bagged the raw
Damn I'm thinkin' you gotta hate it
But yet and still you tolerate it
(We gone make it, We gone make it)
That's why ma we gotta make it
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
I love it when you say
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
I love it when you say
K-I-S-S me
And I just want to make
Love, love, love
Writer: Jason Phillips, Mariah Carey, Scott Spencer Storch
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Writer: Larry Troutman, Roger Troutman
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Hot Sauce To Go
[Intro - Jadakiss (Pharrell)]
AH-HA! (hot sauce to go)
Light in the incense, backup
And turn the lights off in the motherf*cker!
(Hot sauce to go) Right now! Please!
Thank you, muah!
Ahah-ha! (hot sauce to go)
You know who it is! (Jada)
The obvious is beautiful! (hot sauce to go)
Marlvelous, I'm getting older
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams (w/ Jada ad-libs)]
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
[Verse - Jadakiss]
Yo, we gon hit something
I'm cutting the rug wit love
Or I'm on the wall pressed up against something
You should let em know the boss is back
So y'all niggas that went wood go get more shalack
I see bowlegs backing it in
I put it on her wit the ol' school two step, clap and a spin
Filled up her cup, slid her a dutch
You know what's happenin then (what?) in
And all I did was having a grin
Off top let her know I ain't one of these dudes
Rhyming to lose, naw ma I'm rapping to win
Yeah! yes! They know the God be fresh
I'm on that ass blowing purple on the washing set
And even though I came wit thugs
You still might catch a few of them 'Stepping In The Name Of Love'
Uh! It's D on the Block, the Ryde is Ruff
And you wit the motherf*cking Billionaire Boys Club!
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams (w/ Jada ad-libs)]
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
[Verse - Jadakiss]
Gangsta leanin, Kiss be in the bank wit cream and
My wrists and my neck be gleamin
Whatever I got cost, Honey look hotter than Hot Sauce
That's why I get to hop in a drop Porsche
Then she get dropped off, told her that the whole block pop off
She come through, take them rocks off
And therefore, wanna know, what would they stare for
They heard about the work, it's as white as your Air Force
Maybe it's the voice that the world got an ear for
Most of these rappers, I just don't care for
So I be on the honies wit the big ol' asses
Hypno and Cleako in big ol' glasses
We could do the damn thang, order the champagne
Honey's Head of the State, and I'm running the Campaign
If you coming, c'mon, if not I'm gone
Other than that, yo Pharrell, sing my song!
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams (w/ Jada ad-libs)]
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Hot sauce to go.. hot sauce to go
[Verse - Jadakiss]
Hey yo, Honey got a goon thinking
That ass like that, she could have the room stinking
I - picked her up in the maroon Lincoln
Blew her back out until the moon sank in
Spend the profit, hold on the to the re
Lock me up, hold on the to key
I want you to wake up in the morning wit me
I got it bad for ya, breakfast and a cab for ya
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams (w/ Jada ad-libs)]
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Hot sauce watch out.. hot sauce to go
Hot sauce to go.. hot sauce to go
AH-HA! (hot sauce to go)
Light in the incense, backup
And turn the lights off in the motherf*cker!
(Hot sauce to go) Right now! Please!
Thank you, muah!
Ahah-ha! (hot sauce to go)
You know who it is! (Jada)
The obvious is beautiful! (hot sauce to go)
Marlvelous, I'm getting older
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams (w/ Jada ad-libs)]
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
[Verse - Jadakiss]
Yo, we gon hit something
I'm cutting the rug wit love
Or I'm on the wall pressed up against something
You should let em know the boss is back
So y'all niggas that went wood go get more shalack
I see bowlegs backing it in
I put it on her wit the ol' school two step, clap and a spin
Filled up her cup, slid her a dutch
You know what's happenin then (what?) in
And all I did was having a grin
Off top let her know I ain't one of these dudes
Rhyming to lose, naw ma I'm rapping to win
Yeah! yes! They know the God be fresh
I'm on that ass blowing purple on the washing set
And even though I came wit thugs
You still might catch a few of them 'Stepping In The Name Of Love'
Uh! It's D on the Block, the Ryde is Ruff
And you wit the motherf*cking Billionaire Boys Club!
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams (w/ Jada ad-libs)]
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
[Verse - Jadakiss]
Gangsta leanin, Kiss be in the bank wit cream and
My wrists and my neck be gleamin
Whatever I got cost, Honey look hotter than Hot Sauce
That's why I get to hop in a drop Porsche
Then she get dropped off, told her that the whole block pop off
She come through, take them rocks off
And therefore, wanna know, what would they stare for
They heard about the work, it's as white as your Air Force
Maybe it's the voice that the world got an ear for
Most of these rappers, I just don't care for
So I be on the honies wit the big ol' asses
Hypno and Cleako in big ol' glasses
We could do the damn thang, order the champagne
Honey's Head of the State, and I'm running the Campaign
If you coming, c'mon, if not I'm gone
Other than that, yo Pharrell, sing my song!
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams (w/ Jada ad-libs)]
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Hot sauce to go.. hot sauce to go
[Verse - Jadakiss]
Hey yo, Honey got a goon thinking
That ass like that, she could have the room stinking
I - picked her up in the maroon Lincoln
Blew her back out until the moon sank in
Spend the profit, hold on the to the re
Lock me up, hold on the to key
I want you to wake up in the morning wit me
I got it bad for ya, breakfast and a cab for ya
[Chorus - Pharrell Williams (w/ Jada ad-libs)]
You got to move wit the groove
As she lay on the one's and two's
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You gon stink up the room!
Wit that big ol' ass!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Would you go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Go to jail, LIGHT ME UP!
Hot sauce watch out.. hot sauce to go
Hot sauce to go.. hot sauce to go
Writer: JASON PHILLIPS, JASON T PHILLIPS, PHARRELL WILLIAMS, PHARRELL L WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Real Hip Hop
Swizz Beatz the monster
Real music (real music) let's go
The hood's hot (uh-huh, yeah) The hood's hot (clap)
The hood's hot (oh, yeah) The hood's hot (yeah, yeah)
Yo when I squirt the chrome the funeral home
Gon' double they money this year off my work alone
So cool with it, yet and still I'm old school with it
Nobody gotta know who did it
Two-thirds of the L.O., where the X at?
Hoodie under the suit jacket, double-breast that
I'm in the hood like scratch-offs, get them packs off
Lame niggas cuffing them whack whores
Use of the pick going back door, no more for the fake
Just stand there and I'ma dish it back off
Might lay it up, might not
Niggas don't be in the wrong place cause it's me in the right spot
I'm quite hot, y'all niggas is quite pop
The record don't sell then I still got light rocks
Like wearing Timbs with Nike socks
And the lil' bit of money I did make I put it in light stocks
Yeah, how y'all doing out there (Jada what up nigga?)
How y'all doing out there? (It's your boy Sheek Louch nigga)
The hood's hot (thanks for inviting me on this track)
The hood's hot
Yo if my flow too tight, put the pressure on
Watch the juice come out like I'm squeezing a Sprite
Make big deals, get out on big bails
Shit, your career about as short as Amil's (ha ha)
Shit on niggaz like I had two tails (damn)
With enough bars to open four jails
If you don't know nigga, ask Madden
How I play with the hammer, in Manhattan
Shank up (yeah) niggas leak enough blood
To fill a motherf*cking H-2 tank up
Get ya bank up (yeah) who you rank up
Get off his dick and get you a brick (woo)
We done seen every John Woo flick
So act like The Killer instead of some chick (bitch)
F*ck a pimp cup, get a plastic one (no doubt)
Put some 'gnac in that shit and go and get it done
How why'all doin out there? (You know what they want right)
How why'all doin out there? (They want that gangsta shit from us daddy)
The hood's hot (so let that shit hit you)
The hood's hot
Me and 'Kiss hot like lava (no doubt)
We got sons in the game and we don't need Maury to know who the father
If we don't know you, your bars ain't big enough (nah)
You need a gimmick, go run around the block with Puff
Get a Black Phone, rent some of Jigga's stuff
I'm like T-Dub, you want to be dubbed (no doubt)
I was there when a lil' nigga re'd up
You ain't Willie, you just act G'd up
Yeah, uh, yo
I branched out, so you can get the these
In the glass seam bags you can pull the stamps out
Nigga the champ's out, we don't rock loud colors
We pop loud guns nigga to stand out
You know what it is kid, your man got the money in his crib
Then we goin' go in your man's house
Double R D-Block nigga the camp's out
Can't forget about Swizz, he blowing the amps out, what?
How y'all doing out there?
How y'all doing out there?
The hood's hot
The hood's hot
Real music (real music) let's go
The hood's hot (uh-huh, yeah) The hood's hot (clap)
The hood's hot (oh, yeah) The hood's hot (yeah, yeah)
Yo when I squirt the chrome the funeral home
Gon' double they money this year off my work alone
So cool with it, yet and still I'm old school with it
Nobody gotta know who did it
Two-thirds of the L.O., where the X at?
Hoodie under the suit jacket, double-breast that
I'm in the hood like scratch-offs, get them packs off
Lame niggas cuffing them whack whores
Use of the pick going back door, no more for the fake
Just stand there and I'ma dish it back off
Might lay it up, might not
Niggas don't be in the wrong place cause it's me in the right spot
I'm quite hot, y'all niggas is quite pop
The record don't sell then I still got light rocks
Like wearing Timbs with Nike socks
And the lil' bit of money I did make I put it in light stocks
Yeah, how y'all doing out there (Jada what up nigga?)
How y'all doing out there? (It's your boy Sheek Louch nigga)
The hood's hot (thanks for inviting me on this track)
The hood's hot
Yo if my flow too tight, put the pressure on
Watch the juice come out like I'm squeezing a Sprite
Make big deals, get out on big bails
Shit, your career about as short as Amil's (ha ha)
Shit on niggaz like I had two tails (damn)
With enough bars to open four jails
If you don't know nigga, ask Madden
How I play with the hammer, in Manhattan
Shank up (yeah) niggas leak enough blood
To fill a motherf*cking H-2 tank up
Get ya bank up (yeah) who you rank up
Get off his dick and get you a brick (woo)
We done seen every John Woo flick
So act like The Killer instead of some chick (bitch)
F*ck a pimp cup, get a plastic one (no doubt)
Put some 'gnac in that shit and go and get it done
How why'all doin out there? (You know what they want right)
How why'all doin out there? (They want that gangsta shit from us daddy)
The hood's hot (so let that shit hit you)
The hood's hot
Me and 'Kiss hot like lava (no doubt)
We got sons in the game and we don't need Maury to know who the father
If we don't know you, your bars ain't big enough (nah)
You need a gimmick, go run around the block with Puff
Get a Black Phone, rent some of Jigga's stuff
I'm like T-Dub, you want to be dubbed (no doubt)
I was there when a lil' nigga re'd up
You ain't Willie, you just act G'd up
Yeah, uh, yo
I branched out, so you can get the these
In the glass seam bags you can pull the stamps out
Nigga the champ's out, we don't rock loud colors
We pop loud guns nigga to stand out
You know what it is kid, your man got the money in his crib
Then we goin' go in your man's house
Double R D-Block nigga the camp's out
Can't forget about Swizz, he blowing the amps out, what?
How y'all doing out there?
How y'all doing out there?
The hood's hot
The hood's hot
Writer: Kasseem Dean, Sean D Jacobs, Curtis L Mayfield, Jason T Phillips
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Shoot Outs
[JADAKISS (STYLES P)]
Let's go
(Feds in the precinct lookin at our picture)
If rap don't work we gonna get it like Guy Fisher
(I was taught to ride with them niggas thatl die with ya)
Headed OT? Then bring some pies with ya
(Buy your man a lambo and tell him to fly with ya)
Or throw the nigga jewels and tell him to shine with ya
(I shine)
You shine
(Like smith n wesson you don't wanna feel the ghost)
Or the kiss of death n'
(Tubs still lift up)
So do the sink now
(Pablo escobar shit)
Buyin a clink now
(Dead presidents shit)
Robbin the Brinks now
(100 shot tommy guns)
Hell of a stink now
[Chorus]
J-A-D-A
('Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son)
Muah, im that nigga ya'll know that
(Do it Holiday Style)
Double R is Comin for War
On the average day we smoke about a quarter
(And everythings is bad for a nigga nowadays)
so we drink a lot of water
(talk about you "so rich")
nigga you "so bitch"
(that your parents probably think they got a daughter)
yeah we them boys that bring all the terror
(we persevered through all the errors)
lay niggas down with all barettas
(everything in the bag--chains, watches...)
...all your leathers
(So you can act funny with yourselves)
I'm in the hood with dope
(Sacks is filled twenty after twelve)
A sign of the times kitchen cook 38, 38 treys
(that remind you of dimes)
[Chorus]
Hustlers, entreprenaurs
(Anything to do with the hood)
That's what we responsible for
(Battin you down)
Knifin you up
(Stompin your jaw)
Bail a nigga out for stealin something out on the tour
(And they makin technology to trya nd screw niggas)
I'm good long as an old gun will kill a new nigga
(Yall dudes with 9 lives got one life left)
And controversy sells but it aint like death
(So pop him in the head til his brains start to fizz on him)
I aint sell my soul to the devil, I bought his from him
(Waitin on the day they say jesus is gonna come)
So god bless yall niggas cuz im sneezing with my gun
Ah-choo
(Bless you)
You aint D Block or Double R nigga
(No doubt imma stretch you)
Imma shoot back 10 feet
(Imma catch you)
Real brutal shit
(Make sure I snap your neck too)
SLR or the Aston Mar'
(Lamborghini or the Porsche with the crashin bars)
Iced out
(Or wear no ice at all)
100 Gs on the dice game
(Life's a ball)
Listen up -- if you real get real estate
(We the best in the game, that aint a real debate)
And they never had AK's peelin face
(Cuz its written in the starts for us to seal your fate)
Time to skate
[Chorus]
Let's go
(Feds in the precinct lookin at our picture)
If rap don't work we gonna get it like Guy Fisher
(I was taught to ride with them niggas thatl die with ya)
Headed OT? Then bring some pies with ya
(Buy your man a lambo and tell him to fly with ya)
Or throw the nigga jewels and tell him to shine with ya
(I shine)
You shine
(Like smith n wesson you don't wanna feel the ghost)
Or the kiss of death n'
(Tubs still lift up)
So do the sink now
(Pablo escobar shit)
Buyin a clink now
(Dead presidents shit)
Robbin the Brinks now
(100 shot tommy guns)
Hell of a stink now
[Chorus]
J-A-D-A
('Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son)
Muah, im that nigga ya'll know that
(Do it Holiday Style)
Double R is Comin for War
On the average day we smoke about a quarter
(And everythings is bad for a nigga nowadays)
so we drink a lot of water
(talk about you "so rich")
nigga you "so bitch"
(that your parents probably think they got a daughter)
yeah we them boys that bring all the terror
(we persevered through all the errors)
lay niggas down with all barettas
(everything in the bag--chains, watches...)
...all your leathers
(So you can act funny with yourselves)
I'm in the hood with dope
(Sacks is filled twenty after twelve)
A sign of the times kitchen cook 38, 38 treys
(that remind you of dimes)
[Chorus]
Hustlers, entreprenaurs
(Anything to do with the hood)
That's what we responsible for
(Battin you down)
Knifin you up
(Stompin your jaw)
Bail a nigga out for stealin something out on the tour
(And they makin technology to trya nd screw niggas)
I'm good long as an old gun will kill a new nigga
(Yall dudes with 9 lives got one life left)
And controversy sells but it aint like death
(So pop him in the head til his brains start to fizz on him)
I aint sell my soul to the devil, I bought his from him
(Waitin on the day they say jesus is gonna come)
So god bless yall niggas cuz im sneezing with my gun
Ah-choo
(Bless you)
You aint D Block or Double R nigga
(No doubt imma stretch you)
Imma shoot back 10 feet
(Imma catch you)
Real brutal shit
(Make sure I snap your neck too)
SLR or the Aston Mar'
(Lamborghini or the Porsche with the crashin bars)
Iced out
(Or wear no ice at all)
100 Gs on the dice game
(Life's a ball)
Listen up -- if you real get real estate
(We the best in the game, that aint a real debate)
And they never had AK's peelin face
(Cuz its written in the starts for us to seal your fate)
Time to skate
[Chorus]
Writer: ANTHONY PARINO, JASON PHILLIPS, JASON T PHILLIPS, DAVID STYLES
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Still Feel Me
Uh-huh, real life shit
Na'mean true story
Feel me, matter of fact, still feel me
Uh, yeah
Ayo, past few years shit got so ill
Was kinda hard for the God to laugh through tears
I went through something with momma, no drama
Something that came and went, real life karma
My pop think his son is desertin' him, its hurtin' him
Guess I gotta be the man and sit down and work with him
My little boy 7, he the sequel to the thug
So I told him the money will never equal to the love
Listen, I'm grown y'all
When it comes to my family it ain't never a problem, it's only a phone call
They tend to take that and run with it
So every other month I be on some new phone, new number shit
They violated Stay again
Gus totaled the Beamer and broke Kay leg again
Shh, let us pray again
And I ain't get enough of hanging in the local bars yet
Had to let the thing off, 'cross town in the projects
All these rumors and shit, but I ain't get robbed yet
Bitch-ass niggas ain't stop actin' like broads yet
In arm reach of a gun and a mask
Somebody clipped me for a hundred in cash, still feel me
I hit the road and try to get more grip
It was cool 'til a muthaf*ckin' tour bus flipped
Uh, no charges brought up, bitch popped up with a kid
Got caught up, then I put a court up
Now the road to the riches is taking me longer
It ain't kill yet so it's making me stronger
I don't know if it's the hate, frustration, or hunger
That keep a nigga going, rappin' for a reason
Shit don't just happen, shit happens for a reason
I'm that dude, like it or love it
I do my thing in the hood, and get right with a budget
Ain't afraid to give my life to the public
And when you see me next time maybe we can further discuss
How my 16's give you a visual
I know you thinking he ain't really selling, how he live off residuals
But right now the game is pitiful
And niggas is lonely, they need company 'cause they miserable
Yeah, uh-huh, shit is still real, B
That's why I want you to still feel me
Still feel me
One, I'm out
Na'mean true story
Feel me, matter of fact, still feel me
Uh, yeah
Ayo, past few years shit got so ill
Was kinda hard for the God to laugh through tears
I went through something with momma, no drama
Something that came and went, real life karma
My pop think his son is desertin' him, its hurtin' him
Guess I gotta be the man and sit down and work with him
My little boy 7, he the sequel to the thug
So I told him the money will never equal to the love
Listen, I'm grown y'all
When it comes to my family it ain't never a problem, it's only a phone call
They tend to take that and run with it
So every other month I be on some new phone, new number shit
They violated Stay again
Gus totaled the Beamer and broke Kay leg again
Shh, let us pray again
And I ain't get enough of hanging in the local bars yet
Had to let the thing off, 'cross town in the projects
All these rumors and shit, but I ain't get robbed yet
Bitch-ass niggas ain't stop actin' like broads yet
In arm reach of a gun and a mask
Somebody clipped me for a hundred in cash, still feel me
I hit the road and try to get more grip
It was cool 'til a muthaf*ckin' tour bus flipped
Uh, no charges brought up, bitch popped up with a kid
Got caught up, then I put a court up
Now the road to the riches is taking me longer
It ain't kill yet so it's making me stronger
I don't know if it's the hate, frustration, or hunger
That keep a nigga going, rappin' for a reason
Shit don't just happen, shit happens for a reason
I'm that dude, like it or love it
I do my thing in the hood, and get right with a budget
Ain't afraid to give my life to the public
And when you see me next time maybe we can further discuss
How my 16's give you a visual
I know you thinking he ain't really selling, how he live off residuals
But right now the game is pitiful
And niggas is lonely, they need company 'cause they miserable
Yeah, uh-huh, shit is still real, B
That's why I want you to still feel me
Still feel me
One, I'm out
Writer: Jason T Phillips, Alan Maman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
By Your Side
I'll be by your side (General)
I'll always find a way
I love you too much, to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
[VERSE 1:]
(By your side)
It makes me strong
It gives me the strength to bang out and make these songs
If I do it on the spot or if it takes me long they can't stop me
Even if my breaks was on
I'm still...
(By your side)
I'm always here, nobody's perfect
Life ain't always fair
I used to not give a f*ck
I ain't always care when it's too hot for the hammer
You know the hawk is right
(By your side)
Until you get to the car
And you gotta get through the D before you get to the R
If I don't get you today then I'ma get you tomorrow
As soon as you come out your crib I'ma be right
(By your side)
Where I'm supposed to be
Close to you, with the toast close to me
And screw it if it's the right or wrong thing
When you in the sight of that long thing
You wish you had a strong team right
(By your side)
[CHORUS:]
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side (yeah, yeah)
By your side (let's go)
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side
[VERSE 2:]
As long as you need me
I'm down for whatever hommie as long as you feed me
I pull the big joints out as long as the TV
Or I can play my part and just breathe easy right
(By your side)
As soon as something happen to you
Your n*****s would bounce and you thought they were scrappin' witcha you
Now you cleanin' your cuts with peroxide
And you wake up in the ER with the Doc right
(By your side)
Puttin' tubes in you and you can't even eat right
They puttin' food in you
Your body's getting colder
Devil on your shoulder
And you Mom's in the room but you just wanna hold her
(By your side)
Nothin' but realness
That's why everybody in the world could feel this
I'm on top and ya'll under me
So when it's over; if I ain't in the front, atleast I'm gonna be
(By your side)
[CHORUS:]
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side (yeah)
By your side (let's go)
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side
[VERSE 3:]
Until they finish me off
If they don't get us both you'll be sending me off
And please just do me this favor
Stick to our little plan
And f*ck the money
Just keep my little man
(By your side)
And show em there's hope
And he gon' think he knows whats going
But show him the ropes
And if you bring him to the Gucci store
Show him the loffs hood n*****s I'm just showing you growth
But I'm still right
(By your side)
You know Kiss don't gotta aim his gun at you to be focused
And if you broke now n***a when you see those chips
Watch how many people come out of nowhere
And try to be
(By your side)
The answer's plenty
Cause when you handling business you can't be friendly
And if you tryna stack something
Can't be pennies
Most likely grants and benggies
And you better keep em
(By your side)
[CHORUS:]
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side
By your side
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side
By your side
By your side
By your side
I'll always find a way
I love you too much, to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
[VERSE 1:]
(By your side)
It makes me strong
It gives me the strength to bang out and make these songs
If I do it on the spot or if it takes me long they can't stop me
Even if my breaks was on
I'm still...
(By your side)
I'm always here, nobody's perfect
Life ain't always fair
I used to not give a f*ck
I ain't always care when it's too hot for the hammer
You know the hawk is right
(By your side)
Until you get to the car
And you gotta get through the D before you get to the R
If I don't get you today then I'ma get you tomorrow
As soon as you come out your crib I'ma be right
(By your side)
Where I'm supposed to be
Close to you, with the toast close to me
And screw it if it's the right or wrong thing
When you in the sight of that long thing
You wish you had a strong team right
(By your side)
[CHORUS:]
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side (yeah, yeah)
By your side (let's go)
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side
[VERSE 2:]
As long as you need me
I'm down for whatever hommie as long as you feed me
I pull the big joints out as long as the TV
Or I can play my part and just breathe easy right
(By your side)
As soon as something happen to you
Your n*****s would bounce and you thought they were scrappin' witcha you
Now you cleanin' your cuts with peroxide
And you wake up in the ER with the Doc right
(By your side)
Puttin' tubes in you and you can't even eat right
They puttin' food in you
Your body's getting colder
Devil on your shoulder
And you Mom's in the room but you just wanna hold her
(By your side)
Nothin' but realness
That's why everybody in the world could feel this
I'm on top and ya'll under me
So when it's over; if I ain't in the front, atleast I'm gonna be
(By your side)
[CHORUS:]
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side (yeah)
By your side (let's go)
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side
[VERSE 3:]
Until they finish me off
If they don't get us both you'll be sending me off
And please just do me this favor
Stick to our little plan
And f*ck the money
Just keep my little man
(By your side)
And show em there's hope
And he gon' think he knows whats going
But show him the ropes
And if you bring him to the Gucci store
Show him the loffs hood n*****s I'm just showing you growth
But I'm still right
(By your side)
You know Kiss don't gotta aim his gun at you to be focused
And if you broke now n***a when you see those chips
Watch how many people come out of nowhere
And try to be
(By your side)
The answer's plenty
Cause when you handling business you can't be friendly
And if you tryna stack something
Can't be pennies
Most likely grants and benggies
And you better keep em
(By your side)
[CHORUS:]
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side
By your side
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side
By your side
By your side
By your side
Writer: JASON PHILLIPS, JASON T PHILLIPS, MARILYN MC LEOD, PAMELA JOAN SAWYER, ROBERT ADAIR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Gettin It In
[Kanye West]
[Chorus]
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
[Jadakiss]
[Verse 1]
You know me im with a ghetto diva
Stiletto fever, jello shots, yellow reefer
Same rules apply, im back on top
You cant drink or smoke if you not gon pop
See me in the popcorn drop, not gon stop
Taking shots of Petrone, getting top on yachts
From a island to the mountain, rock on rocks
The whole world wanna know, when this lock go drop
Without a doubt, she acknowledge the wealth
Since she aint give brains, I told her let me get some knowledge myself
Then I told her, be proud of yourself, and dig deep
Im trying to see what you can get out of yourself
After all that, I told her to fall back
The Ferrari truck parked in the back, its all black
Next time, bring some friends and more yak
It depends how I feel in the morn' if I call back
[Kanye West]
[Chorus]
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
[Kanye West]
[Verse 2]
Kanye Chedda
Im with this bad Ethiopian chick drinking straight up liquor
I told her im Nigerian straight up nigga
Now is it just me or do them Ug's, have girls feet looking like sheepskin rugs
Some rhyme witta name, some rhyme nameless
Don't try to treat me like I aint famous
My apologies are you into astrology
Cause, um, im trying to make it to Uranus
See, that's a little Don Juan game
All across your chest like Sean John name
Niggas trynna figure out since Kan came
Who the rookie of the year, me or Lebron James
They say whoa don't get caught up in the hype
Aint no telling if they gon love you after tonight
Well if tonights the night, pop bottles, f*ck models
Spend money till your broke, my nigga live your life
[Kanye West]
[Chorus]
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
[Jadakiss]
[Verse 3]
Shorty getting it in with me, 600 Benz with me
She wanna spend with me
She see me roll up the bud, and thug up the club
Cause I got my mens with me
She say she leaving her friends for me
They aint getting in with her, cause she gon bend for me
Her tongue spin like a rim for me, do what she can for me
Look like a 10 for me
Now shorty is out with me, using her mouth with me
She looking out for me
She say Kiss where you live
I said, you see the bridge when you step on the balcony
Lets go
[Kanye West]
[Chorus]
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
[Chorus]
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
[Jadakiss]
[Verse 1]
You know me im with a ghetto diva
Stiletto fever, jello shots, yellow reefer
Same rules apply, im back on top
You cant drink or smoke if you not gon pop
See me in the popcorn drop, not gon stop
Taking shots of Petrone, getting top on yachts
From a island to the mountain, rock on rocks
The whole world wanna know, when this lock go drop
Without a doubt, she acknowledge the wealth
Since she aint give brains, I told her let me get some knowledge myself
Then I told her, be proud of yourself, and dig deep
Im trying to see what you can get out of yourself
After all that, I told her to fall back
The Ferrari truck parked in the back, its all black
Next time, bring some friends and more yak
It depends how I feel in the morn' if I call back
[Kanye West]
[Chorus]
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
[Kanye West]
[Verse 2]
Kanye Chedda
Im with this bad Ethiopian chick drinking straight up liquor
I told her im Nigerian straight up nigga
Now is it just me or do them Ug's, have girls feet looking like sheepskin rugs
Some rhyme witta name, some rhyme nameless
Don't try to treat me like I aint famous
My apologies are you into astrology
Cause, um, im trying to make it to Uranus
See, that's a little Don Juan game
All across your chest like Sean John name
Niggas trynna figure out since Kan came
Who the rookie of the year, me or Lebron James
They say whoa don't get caught up in the hype
Aint no telling if they gon love you after tonight
Well if tonights the night, pop bottles, f*ck models
Spend money till your broke, my nigga live your life
[Kanye West]
[Chorus]
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
[Jadakiss]
[Verse 3]
Shorty getting it in with me, 600 Benz with me
She wanna spend with me
She see me roll up the bud, and thug up the club
Cause I got my mens with me
She say she leaving her friends for me
They aint getting in with her, cause she gon bend for me
Her tongue spin like a rim for me, do what she can for me
Look like a 10 for me
Now shorty is out with me, using her mouth with me
She looking out for me
She say Kiss where you live
I said, you see the bridge when you step on the balcony
Lets go
[Kanye West]
[Chorus]
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
Shorty getting it in with me
She said I brought some friends with me
But I don't know why because they aint getting it in with me
Writer: Jason Phillips, Jason T Phillips, Kanye West
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Air It Out
[Jadakiss]
Work wit me
I wanna thank y'all fa comin out
Tonight
Dis iz sum reel' shit
Ah--hah
[Jadakiss]
First things first
When a nigga money ain't right
That makes things worst
Now he's just breathing he can barely manage
And he's way past starvin
He's really famished
His right-hand man is up north, that's hurtin em
His cellphone bout to cut off, spring jerkin em
And his baby moms startin to do her thing again
She left him for a nigga pumpin e up in Binghamton
If his money is right than maybe he can diss her
But he can't, and niggas is breakin his little sister
His pops just past
His mom use to be an occasional sniffer
Then she started f*ckin with the gas
Dude use to be a star back then
He had the benz CL something
But he just turned his car back in
Mad carrots pawned all his rings
Took this thing next thing I know
Money pawned all his bling
Now he just like everybody
With the same old plans
That can't get over the hump
With the same old grams
They was on the block making fun of him
He slid off came back with his hammer and killed everyone of em
[Hook]
Cause when I come through clear it out,
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out,
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out,
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When i come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe
Me and B.I go man to man
I know niggas with an asshole
Full of parole that go hand in hand
F*ck hot thats humidity
And you can't mix money with stupidity
Even though I get my coke from Columbia
My cars from Germany
And my guns from Sicily
Nothin personal but I was raised different
Hold my joint sideways so I blaze different
Give it to anybody f*ck an age difference
From those in the world to those in the ca****
Rub the kite on your chest and swallow the stamp
At the end of the day they still gonna follow the champ
It ain't about being lyrical
Cause when I get in the booth
I make miracles and I ain't stared at you
But I'm in tune with the hood so I'm better than you
And when you see me comin you know what is better to do
[Hook]
[Jadakiss]
Can't lie all I got is my balls and my vocals
And the only security I roll wit is my social
It don't look decent
It's like niggas left they crew in the hood
And went on the rode with the presint
Had it up to here with this fake shit
They don't even want a nigga to earn his
Just give and take shit
Just make sure you mention my name in da top brackets
And make sure you mention your name as the top faggot
Trust me this go around I will not have it
I putin niggas heads to bed like crapmadics
How you think your man died
More money than respect
And it wasn't close it was by a landslide
Listen my nigga your work is sloppy
And I don't love them hoes but the purple got me
If I don't don't do it with music imma do it wit poppy
Just play the sideline and observe and watch me
Let's go
[Hook]
Work wit me
I wanna thank y'all fa comin out
Tonight
Dis iz sum reel' shit
Ah--hah
[Jadakiss]
First things first
When a nigga money ain't right
That makes things worst
Now he's just breathing he can barely manage
And he's way past starvin
He's really famished
His right-hand man is up north, that's hurtin em
His cellphone bout to cut off, spring jerkin em
And his baby moms startin to do her thing again
She left him for a nigga pumpin e up in Binghamton
If his money is right than maybe he can diss her
But he can't, and niggas is breakin his little sister
His pops just past
His mom use to be an occasional sniffer
Then she started f*ckin with the gas
Dude use to be a star back then
He had the benz CL something
But he just turned his car back in
Mad carrots pawned all his rings
Took this thing next thing I know
Money pawned all his bling
Now he just like everybody
With the same old plans
That can't get over the hump
With the same old grams
They was on the block making fun of him
He slid off came back with his hammer and killed everyone of em
[Hook]
Cause when I come through clear it out,
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out,
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out,
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When i come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe
Me and B.I go man to man
I know niggas with an asshole
Full of parole that go hand in hand
F*ck hot thats humidity
And you can't mix money with stupidity
Even though I get my coke from Columbia
My cars from Germany
And my guns from Sicily
Nothin personal but I was raised different
Hold my joint sideways so I blaze different
Give it to anybody f*ck an age difference
From those in the world to those in the ca****
Rub the kite on your chest and swallow the stamp
At the end of the day they still gonna follow the champ
It ain't about being lyrical
Cause when I get in the booth
I make miracles and I ain't stared at you
But I'm in tune with the hood so I'm better than you
And when you see me comin you know what is better to do
[Hook]
[Jadakiss]
Can't lie all I got is my balls and my vocals
And the only security I roll wit is my social
It don't look decent
It's like niggas left they crew in the hood
And went on the rode with the presint
Had it up to here with this fake shit
They don't even want a nigga to earn his
Just give and take shit
Just make sure you mention my name in da top brackets
And make sure you mention your name as the top faggot
Trust me this go around I will not have it
I putin niggas heads to bed like crapmadics
How you think your man died
More money than respect
And it wasn't close it was by a landslide
Listen my nigga your work is sloppy
And I don't love them hoes but the purple got me
If I don't don't do it with music imma do it wit poppy
Just play the sideline and observe and watch me
Let's go
[Hook]
Writer: Qaadir Atkinson, Jason Phillips, Jason T Phillips
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Welcome To D-Block
[Intro]
[Jada]
This is my livelyhood
[Em]
That you f*ckin with
[Jada]
AhhhhH!!!!
This is it right here baby
Hahaha
No more hatin in the world
[Em]
Haha
[Jada]
You know
It's gonna be what its gonna be
[Em]
RUFF RYDAS
[Chorus - Eminem]
Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams
With things aint always peachy keen as they seem
City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers,
Pin handlers Hustlers and doped out fiends
The sun dont shine here, in this part of town
But we all got a town that's similar to this too
Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood
Take a good look around you cuz there's a D Block near you
[Jadakiss]
Place where aint no body that proud, its a f*ckin black cloud
That got people under the impression they can act wild
Workin around though, see if you can pull a trigger on the pound yo
Five minutes flat the whole town though
Lot is assumin a *****s salary
More lies than truth definatly more rumors than reality
Only way you beatin a body is a technicality
Other than that catch em and clinton on a gallery
The determination and dedication of disipline
Listenin and catchin the ***els you was missin
And they still doin coward shit
You know the haters gonna always be heavy but the love overpowers it
Somethin in the air but the older they get,
They kill you quicker over a girl than over a brick,
We dont play with the lizards, we make phrases up and say I'm exquisite,
Anytime you can pay us a visit
[Chorus - Eminem]
Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams
With things aint always peachy keen as they seem
City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers,
Pin handlers Hustlers and doped out fiends
The sun dont shine here, in this part of town
But we all got a town that's similar to this too
Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood
Take a good look around you cuz there's a D Block near you
[Eminem]
Welcome to D Block, the might mighty D Block
A place in New York City where Diddy wont even walk
Its D Block, the part of Yonkers where I wouldnt be caught
Without two pistols on me that'll be cocked in each pocket
D Block dont even stop to talk, you just keep walkin,
Stick up kids every block who walks with that free op-
-Portunity, as soon as you leave out that ***elry shop
And you wont even notice your mind will be so preo-
-Ccupied on that new watch you just copped
You wont even see that ride pull up along side you
You'll be shot fore you even realize you were spied over three blocks
D Block the place where gees get knocked, locked up
Get out come home for a week and get re-knocked
You dont even see cops, hiphop police dont even stop,
On D Block, where everybody wants to be Pac
And you can get popped over the new G Unit reboks
[Chorus - Eminem]
Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams
With things aint always peachy keen as they seem
City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers,
Pin handlers Hustlers and doped out fiends
The sun dont shine here, in this part of town
But we all got a town that's similar to this too
Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood
Take a good look around you cuz there's a D Block near you
[Sheek Louch]
If you bust and your gun got *****z on the run
And you rep where you from ***** you D Block
And you try to come home and your pockets is light as a cup
They dont give a f*ck, you D Block
Aiyo bang bang *****z, let's get it on
Homies been a monster, but its worst now that my son been born
And every ***** where I be, I put in work for free,
It's D Block mothaf*cka, here grab this P
[Styles P]
Welcome to D Block, a place where lil *****z is killaz,
And the mother's raisin a son That turns into Gorillaz,
And the hallways is pissy as hell, all we do is get bigger
More ignorant, you send us to jail, my *****z shoot anything that'll move
Sell drugs, from the rise to the sun to the fall of the moon,
I'd die the way I stand With my man if I can when the shells come,
This is D Block ya'll welcome
[Chorus - Eminem]
Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams
With things aint always peachy keen as they seem
City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers,
Pin handlers Hustlers and doped out fiends
The sun dont shine here, in this part of town
But we all got a town that's similar to this too
Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood
Take a good look around you cuz there's a D Block near you
[Outro]
Ruff Riders!
[Jada]
This is my livelyhood
[Em]
That you f*ckin with
[Jada]
AhhhhH!!!!
This is it right here baby
Hahaha
No more hatin in the world
[Em]
Haha
[Jada]
You know
It's gonna be what its gonna be
[Em]
RUFF RYDAS
[Chorus - Eminem]
Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams
With things aint always peachy keen as they seem
City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers,
Pin handlers Hustlers and doped out fiends
The sun dont shine here, in this part of town
But we all got a town that's similar to this too
Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood
Take a good look around you cuz there's a D Block near you
[Jadakiss]
Place where aint no body that proud, its a f*ckin black cloud
That got people under the impression they can act wild
Workin around though, see if you can pull a trigger on the pound yo
Five minutes flat the whole town though
Lot is assumin a *****s salary
More lies than truth definatly more rumors than reality
Only way you beatin a body is a technicality
Other than that catch em and clinton on a gallery
The determination and dedication of disipline
Listenin and catchin the ***els you was missin
And they still doin coward shit
You know the haters gonna always be heavy but the love overpowers it
Somethin in the air but the older they get,
They kill you quicker over a girl than over a brick,
We dont play with the lizards, we make phrases up and say I'm exquisite,
Anytime you can pay us a visit
[Chorus - Eminem]
Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams
With things aint always peachy keen as they seem
City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers,
Pin handlers Hustlers and doped out fiends
The sun dont shine here, in this part of town
But we all got a town that's similar to this too
Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood
Take a good look around you cuz there's a D Block near you
[Eminem]
Welcome to D Block, the might mighty D Block
A place in New York City where Diddy wont even walk
Its D Block, the part of Yonkers where I wouldnt be caught
Without two pistols on me that'll be cocked in each pocket
D Block dont even stop to talk, you just keep walkin,
Stick up kids every block who walks with that free op-
-Portunity, as soon as you leave out that ***elry shop
And you wont even notice your mind will be so preo-
-Ccupied on that new watch you just copped
You wont even see that ride pull up along side you
You'll be shot fore you even realize you were spied over three blocks
D Block the place where gees get knocked, locked up
Get out come home for a week and get re-knocked
You dont even see cops, hiphop police dont even stop,
On D Block, where everybody wants to be Pac
And you can get popped over the new G Unit reboks
[Chorus - Eminem]
Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams
With things aint always peachy keen as they seem
City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers,
Pin handlers Hustlers and doped out fiends
The sun dont shine here, in this part of town
But we all got a town that's similar to this too
Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood
Take a good look around you cuz there's a D Block near you
[Sheek Louch]
If you bust and your gun got *****z on the run
And you rep where you from ***** you D Block
And you try to come home and your pockets is light as a cup
They dont give a f*ck, you D Block
Aiyo bang bang *****z, let's get it on
Homies been a monster, but its worst now that my son been born
And every ***** where I be, I put in work for free,
It's D Block mothaf*cka, here grab this P
[Styles P]
Welcome to D Block, a place where lil *****z is killaz,
And the mother's raisin a son That turns into Gorillaz,
And the hallways is pissy as hell, all we do is get bigger
More ignorant, you send us to jail, my *****z shoot anything that'll move
Sell drugs, from the rise to the sun to the fall of the moon,
I'd die the way I stand With my man if I can when the shells come,
This is D Block ya'll welcome
[Chorus - Eminem]
Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams
With things aint always peachy keen as they seem
City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers,
Pin handlers Hustlers and doped out fiends
The sun dont shine here, in this part of town
But we all got a town that's similar to this too
Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood
Take a good look around you cuz there's a D Block near you
[Outro]
Ruff Riders!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Kiss Of Death
[Verse 1 - Jadakiss]
Uh, I learnt the game, I know what I want and I'm in it,
The time is now, it's gonna be up in a minute,
You look a ***** in the eye, you could tell if he tinted,
These fake rappers gettin by with these hell of a gimmicks,
They act like it's all love, only love is your money,
so when it's over *****, are you a thug or a dummy,
I'm neither, but I been hot so long, it feels like I got a lifetime fever,
and I ain't gotta spit, I could cough and still eat ya,
and f*** rap I make mills of reefer,
I'm a man first, tired of punchin *****z, so I'ma shoot *****z cuz my hands hurt,
and God is great, guard ya space,
one hand wash the other, both wash the face,
and I head crack so much, it's hard to ace,
.38 revolver flow, its hard to trace, what!
[Chorus - Styles P (Jadakiss)]
f*** that, pop off till nothin in the clip left (pop off)
till nobody in his clique left (nobody)
hole in the head, slashed or the split chest
if they asked what happened (tell em it's the Kiss Of Death)
Hustle hard till none of them bricks left (nothin left),
stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left (take that, take that)
Make sure aint a chain or a chip left (uh uh)
If they asked what happened (tell em' its the Kiss Of Death)
Tell em Kiss (THE KISS OF DEATH!)
[Verse 2 - Jadakiss]
This is LOXville, and even white America'll let y'all negros know Jada got skill
You a jackass like Johnny Knoxville,
so I can jus imagine how ya pops feel (damn!)
and you aint worth my shells, so you should just imagine how the Ak feel,
a lotta *****z is thousandnaires, walkin round town, frontin like they got millz
for what it's worth, I'm one myself, but my strength in the hood outruns my wealth
but you still might catch Kiss in some hot wheels, New Bently coupe, with the stock wheels,
Haha, look how I get back to it, I send my young *****z to do it, in the black Buick,
I don't spit bars, I distribute the crack fluid,
all I'm really waitin on is for *****z to act stupid
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
To all my real *****z, sorry for keepin you waitin,
it's ironic, but the god was beefin with satan,
I love y'all tho, my *****z for even relatin,
this ain't Kiss talkin neither, I'm speakin for Jason,
when you a problem it's harder to keep them from hatin,
*****z jaws, is like laws, don't easy to break em,
if I wasn't on some s***, I'm gettin on it, come to me with ya hand out to me, I'm spittin on it,
I don't wanna hear what happened, matter of fact, I don't even care what happened,
Might as well declare the clappin, cuz my bones is old,
gotta lotta wear and tear from scrappin,
Hate a ***** that, ain't never there to see s***, but always hear what happened,
The thing better than money, is respect,
no love this time, *****, Kiss Of Death, what!
[Chorus]
Uh, I learnt the game, I know what I want and I'm in it,
The time is now, it's gonna be up in a minute,
You look a ***** in the eye, you could tell if he tinted,
These fake rappers gettin by with these hell of a gimmicks,
They act like it's all love, only love is your money,
so when it's over *****, are you a thug or a dummy,
I'm neither, but I been hot so long, it feels like I got a lifetime fever,
and I ain't gotta spit, I could cough and still eat ya,
and f*** rap I make mills of reefer,
I'm a man first, tired of punchin *****z, so I'ma shoot *****z cuz my hands hurt,
and God is great, guard ya space,
one hand wash the other, both wash the face,
and I head crack so much, it's hard to ace,
.38 revolver flow, its hard to trace, what!
[Chorus - Styles P (Jadakiss)]
f*** that, pop off till nothin in the clip left (pop off)
till nobody in his clique left (nobody)
hole in the head, slashed or the split chest
if they asked what happened (tell em it's the Kiss Of Death)
Hustle hard till none of them bricks left (nothin left),
stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left (take that, take that)
Make sure aint a chain or a chip left (uh uh)
If they asked what happened (tell em' its the Kiss Of Death)
Tell em Kiss (THE KISS OF DEATH!)
[Verse 2 - Jadakiss]
This is LOXville, and even white America'll let y'all negros know Jada got skill
You a jackass like Johnny Knoxville,
so I can jus imagine how ya pops feel (damn!)
and you aint worth my shells, so you should just imagine how the Ak feel,
a lotta *****z is thousandnaires, walkin round town, frontin like they got millz
for what it's worth, I'm one myself, but my strength in the hood outruns my wealth
but you still might catch Kiss in some hot wheels, New Bently coupe, with the stock wheels,
Haha, look how I get back to it, I send my young *****z to do it, in the black Buick,
I don't spit bars, I distribute the crack fluid,
all I'm really waitin on is for *****z to act stupid
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
To all my real *****z, sorry for keepin you waitin,
it's ironic, but the god was beefin with satan,
I love y'all tho, my *****z for even relatin,
this ain't Kiss talkin neither, I'm speakin for Jason,
when you a problem it's harder to keep them from hatin,
*****z jaws, is like laws, don't easy to break em,
if I wasn't on some s***, I'm gettin on it, come to me with ya hand out to me, I'm spittin on it,
I don't wanna hear what happened, matter of fact, I don't even care what happened,
Might as well declare the clappin, cuz my bones is old,
gotta lotta wear and tear from scrappin,
Hate a ***** that, ain't never there to see s***, but always hear what happened,
The thing better than money, is respect,
no love this time, *****, Kiss Of Death, what!
[Chorus]
Writer: ANDY THELUSMA, JASON PHILLIPS, DAVID STYLES
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
I'm Goin Back
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
I got no love for these niggas
'Cause they ain't got love for me
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
With no love for these niggas
Cause they ain't got love for me, yeah
Yo I don't go to church much but I need him a lot
And the Ryde is Ruff that's why I got D on my block
So you can't even get it less I give it to you hard
And everybody don't get a dap some niggas get a nod
I done brung niggas shopping, brung niggas touring
Those with high bails came home by the morning
Kept niggas with Nike's on niggas lights on
Not on no sucka shit trying to make it right for them
Then you try to show 'em shit the average nigga
Don't appreciate nothing so all that shit is over with
Entourage light up more shooters than fighters
People that's there to work stead is there to divide us
No more royalties, loyal fees
The less headaches it is more for me
I'ma grown man it took me a minute to figure out
My career is in my own hand
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
I got no love for these niggas
Cause they ain't got love for me
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
With no love for these niggas
Cause they ain't got love for me, yeah
Yo, as far as the industry goes, everybody's a foe
Only a friend when they want you to flow
I done came straight off the plane into another mans session
And spit pain and ain't charge him a thing
Had to make my line of respect real thinner
Started getting real hungry, I needed a real dinner
Sin whoever you want, I'm kissing them all
Did a track with everybody except Mr. Shakur
To me a plaque ain't nothing but some shit for the wall
And I ain't hating on the people who got 'em, I got a lot of 'em
But I don't got the money they got, so I ain't proud of 'em
I'm proud of me 'cause only I can get the guts out of me
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
I got no love for these niggas
Cause they ain't got love for me
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
With no love for these niggas
Cause they ain't got love for me, yeah
Even though I'm strong the bullshit be still be penetrating
It ain't nothing personal y'all, I'm just ventilating
It was starting to make me tense how I put a dent in the game
And came back to make more dents
More than one hand on the gun
Just makes more prints the older I get
The Bible starts to make more sense
When I drive by and give you the horn, I ain't flip
I'm just handling my business and keeping it going
Instead of pieces, I'ma get it the lumps for real for real
And get a nigga ass like I did from the jump
Cause usually a problem would help and you always
Gonna need somebody but all you got is yourself that's why
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
I got no love for these niggas
Cause they ain't got love for me
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
With no love for these niggas
Cause they ain't got love for me, yeah
The way I used to be
I got no love for these niggas
'Cause they ain't got love for me
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
With no love for these niggas
Cause they ain't got love for me, yeah
Yo I don't go to church much but I need him a lot
And the Ryde is Ruff that's why I got D on my block
So you can't even get it less I give it to you hard
And everybody don't get a dap some niggas get a nod
I done brung niggas shopping, brung niggas touring
Those with high bails came home by the morning
Kept niggas with Nike's on niggas lights on
Not on no sucka shit trying to make it right for them
Then you try to show 'em shit the average nigga
Don't appreciate nothing so all that shit is over with
Entourage light up more shooters than fighters
People that's there to work stead is there to divide us
No more royalties, loyal fees
The less headaches it is more for me
I'ma grown man it took me a minute to figure out
My career is in my own hand
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
I got no love for these niggas
Cause they ain't got love for me
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
With no love for these niggas
Cause they ain't got love for me, yeah
Yo, as far as the industry goes, everybody's a foe
Only a friend when they want you to flow
I done came straight off the plane into another mans session
And spit pain and ain't charge him a thing
Had to make my line of respect real thinner
Started getting real hungry, I needed a real dinner
Sin whoever you want, I'm kissing them all
Did a track with everybody except Mr. Shakur
To me a plaque ain't nothing but some shit for the wall
And I ain't hating on the people who got 'em, I got a lot of 'em
But I don't got the money they got, so I ain't proud of 'em
I'm proud of me 'cause only I can get the guts out of me
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
I got no love for these niggas
Cause they ain't got love for me
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
With no love for these niggas
Cause they ain't got love for me, yeah
Even though I'm strong the bullshit be still be penetrating
It ain't nothing personal y'all, I'm just ventilating
It was starting to make me tense how I put a dent in the game
And came back to make more dents
More than one hand on the gun
Just makes more prints the older I get
The Bible starts to make more sense
When I drive by and give you the horn, I ain't flip
I'm just handling my business and keeping it going
Instead of pieces, I'ma get it the lumps for real for real
And get a nigga ass like I did from the jump
Cause usually a problem would help and you always
Gonna need somebody but all you got is yourself that's why
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
I got no love for these niggas
Cause they ain't got love for me
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
With no love for these niggas
Cause they ain't got love for me, yeah
Writer: Mickey Davis, Ronesha Howerton, David E. Lewis, Wayne I Lewis, Jason T Phillips
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Kiss of Death is the second studio album by American rapper Jadakiss. It is the follow-up to his 2001 Platinum-RIAA selling debut album Kiss tha Game Goodbye. The album was released in the US on the June 22, 2004 and debuted at number one on both the Billboard 200 and the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums charts.
The album's singles charted successfully. The singles include "Why" (featuring Anthony Hamilton) which peaked at number 11 on the US Billboard Hot 100 and number 4 on the Billboard Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs chart and "U Make Me Wanna" (featuring Mariah Carey) which peaked at number 21 on the US Billboard Hot 100 and number 8 on the Billboard Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs chart.
Performed By:
JadakissThe album's singles charted successfully. The singles include "Why" (featuring Anthony Hamilton) which peaked at number 11 on the US Billboard Hot 100 and number 4 on the Billboard Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs chart and "U Make Me Wanna" (featuring Mariah Carey) which peaked at number 21 on the US Billboard Hot 100 and number 8 on the Billboard Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs chart.
Genre(s): East Coast hip hop, hardcore hip hop
Length: 62:54
Released: June 22nd, 2004
Year: 2004