Текст песни Funkmaster Flex f Jadakiss - The Mix Tape Volume IV: 60 Minutes of Fu
Funkmaster Flex f Jadakiss - The Mix Tape Volume IV: 60 Minutes of Fu слова песни
Still just happy to be here, y`know?Funk Flex, Volume 4, let`s do it[Jadakiss]Uh-huh, uhh..Two thousand, what, what, yoI be the K-I double to the death and that`s thatIf niggaz half nice, then that mean they half wackAqua blue Viper, whyn`t you try to pass thatWith bitches that`ll snipe you where you buy your hash atI even give daps to niggaz I blast atAnd y`all gon` give me my ASCAP, or get your ass cappedI take the clip out, and hit you with the back of the gunThen put it back in and shoot you in the back if you runCall me Jada, I love to clap the shit out a haterGive my lawyer seven then give him another three laterCause you know it cost a hundred to beat itAnd I lost plenty fights, but my gun is still undefeatedCause I`m tryin to be around like Boston Baked BeansGave so many samples out, that it`s hard to shake fiendsSince a young boy, I was taught to mind my neckAnd since a grown man, I was taught to sign my checksAnd I don`t want drama, but if you do I`m killin your childrenGo to any project in the world and chill in the buildinHit me later, I think not, I keep the glockAnd drive around with no coat cause my seats is hotFuck buyin a Range, if I ain`t with my son I`m gettin highor either with my niggaz, at the firin rangeWhile y`all clown niggaz keep jokin, and get treated like ashesI clip y`all off and keep smokin[Chorus: repeat 2X] I don`t care who you with, or who you getOr what you got, all of that`ll get you shotEverybody in the world know Kiss is hotEverybody in the world know Kiss is hot[Jadakiss]Ay yo, I got a lotta shit on my chest and niggaz wanna put more on it; so I gotta put on my vestYou got grazed in the head so that mean you was duckinSeen my shades by your bed so that mean I was fuckinWhile you was out frontin, I was in, nothin for nothinAll in ya honey, walkin `round countin ya moneyHoldin ya stacks, in the closet loadin ya gatsFeedin ya curs, skeetin all over ya fursRight before yo` ass come home I`m peelin the tarAnd have the shorties like, "Damn, Jay willied the car"I`m like God, cause y`all can`t touch me or see meBut y`all know I`m there and y`all know that y`all need meNew five wagon, with the old Bebe`sAnd I`m an old G so I listen to old CD`sMy rocks is so rippy, if you was watchin arms in a partyyou won`t skip meI`m like a nigga in jail waitinso come get meBut if the job ain`t done quickly and done swiftlyyou catchin one-fiftyCross your face, then I bang you in the stomachAnd make sure I go in your pockets after you vomitIf that ain`t good enough, I`m a light things upCause they love me in the hood, I`m like the ice cream truckNigga, this is to the general publicWhen you hear the name Jadakiss nigga, ain`t nothin above itFuck it[Chorus]