Текст песни Jadakiss -  None Of Y`All Betta   
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[Styles] 
It`s sorta like the Holy Trinity... 
I`ma say... 
I say it`s like three different guns you fuckin faggots 
Get shot three different ways 
Matter fact, make that six different ways 
Gun in each hand bitch  
None of y`all betta 
[Primo scratch twice-- Jadakiss] - "Aint none of y`all betta" 
If it is name it 
We`ll squash you, ASAP, feel it 
 
All I know, niggas give me all my dough 
Like Boston George comin through with all my blow 
Right now I`m tryin to charter a jet 
Fuck this hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect 
Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans 
Come through the block tryin to screw up your plans 
Cuz I still rob niggas for coke 
Understand I`m the first one they call when they gettin the dope 
I`m the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath 
I`m the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast 
Like Pacino and DeNiro `cept they call me Paniro 
Sad Styles still spin that arrow, fuck it 
Like the boss of New York, you know how I feel 
Kill a motherfucker cuz a corpse don`t talk (no doubt) 
Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head 
If the bullets had legs have them run in your head, bitch 
 
[Primo scratches:] 
[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y`all betta..." 
[Sonja Blade] - "what y`all know about..." [Styles  
P] - " put in my work..." 
[Sheek] - "on the block..." 
[Jadakiss] - "aint none if y`all betta..." [Styles  
P] - "but you know it`s all real..." 
[Tef and Billy Danze] - "Is it real? Yeah son!" 
[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y`all betta..." [Sonja Blade]  
- "what y`all know about..." 
[Styles P] - "put in my work..." [Sheek] - "on  
the block..." 
[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y`all betta..." [Styles  
P] - "bet you know it`s all real..." 
[Tef and Billy Danze] - "Is it real? Yeah son!" 
[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y`all betta..." 
 
[Sheek] 
Let`s get it poppin my nigga 
Load the tech up and go shoppin my nigga 
and I don`t mean the mall or no Gucci store 
You know what the fuck I want, bricks of raw 
and I`m too old to make less than a hundred a year 
If it means wavin the hammer and leavin you there 
If it means grabbin your kids out daycare 
Somebody losin a seed, pay or bleed 
It`s Sheek Louch, I aint got no heart 
I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark 
I put 28 holes through the icy car 
Fuck around, like the God won`t squeeze 
If I don`t see the badge I`m clappin the D`s 
LOX motherfucker, the OX motherfucker 
The reason why you shouldn`t cop drops motherfucker 
Like it`s something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what  
 
[Primo scratches] 
 
[Jadakiss] 
Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex 
over the stove and I`m bout to hit it with the ice 
Runners love to pump the bomb 
They know no fair ones, now niggas`ll jump they moms 
You god, minus the 12 disciples 
I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles 
If I don`t like you, I`ma kill you not fight you 
I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do 
and everybody gon` follow me now 
Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown 
Faggots want you to kill `em in a hurry 
It fucks me up, like they aint got no money to get buried 
You could flip, I`ll survive m`kay, motherfucker 
In my block still doin twenty-five a day 
Know you work out, chest and your back all nice 
But the twelve gauge`ll have your six pack on ice, what? 
 
[Primo scratches]