Текст песни Jae Millz f Cam`Ron, T.I - No, No, No (Remix)
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(Jae Millz)Yea . . . you know we had to do this right hereAll hoods, stand upAll rude bwoys(Cam`Ron)It`s the remix, Killa, Dip SetHarlem, mo say, chrome holla at me(Verse)Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell `em stuntsCall `em dunts, tell them hoes go sell them cuntsRoll hella blunts, and I`m only gonna tell you once (No, No, No)So you should tell a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a bitchTele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can tell I`m richCause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that smell like fish, bitchYou rockin` Dada Dot, me I keep a Prada boxAk`, gotta rock the rocks, now I got the rock of Roc`s (Minimum)And I cop a top, ak chop a glock, suede, beige, knock a knockSystem in the drop of drops, get the mobstered moppedGet the poppas popped, top a top, shot the pawnDog, they`ll be shotters shot, I done shot a lotShot the nine, shot the rock, sure shot, shot for sureBut I`m secure, no security, killa keep glocks and foursPlus blocks of raw, probably popped your whoreBut I`m not for sure, bitch wanna hop aboardHit up the docks and shores (No, No, No)(T.I.)I know these ho niggaz hate this, I know this niggaz hate thisFake until you make it niggaIf I wanted to be me as long as wanted to be I`d hate me too nigga, you know(Verse)It`s your decision, we can do it however you want toFight or shoot it out, look the choice is on youYou could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don`t foolYoung pimpin` wont lose nigga (No, no, no)We can beef if you choose, but if we comparing the crewsIf we ever meet cha, we gotcha for keepin` ya jewelsKeep your raps on the beats . . . and the talkin and keep talkinCause is that what you wanna do nigga (No, no, no)Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessingsKeep that smith and wessun, heckler cotch, whatever you gotCause what I come with too heavy to cock, clearing the blockNigga beggin` me to stop talkin` bout (No, no, no)Ain`t this what you niggaz wanted to get, wanted with Tip?Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for runnin` ya lipsSpit each and everyone in the clip, and one in your whipAmbulence just wasted a trip (Come if you want to man)Combat time, was flat lines, to back grimeNigga runnin` actin` like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)When the lead flyin` it`s bed time, the head lyin`The paper in the morning saying (No, no, no)(Jae Millz)Yo I been spittin, been gifted, been crazy flowWize, been attent, shit you can call me BenjaminBrethren, I don`t ball with dopesAnd you can call me anything you want, just don`t call me broke (No, no, no)Most hated, M to the izz H phenomenalGet up and one`ll stretch, direct through your abdominalI`m warning you, stop your blood clot cryin`Stop lyin` cause theres no stop in dyin` (No, no, no)Picture me passing my chain, or getting smacked by a lameThat`s like runnin` up on Father Zeek, and Matches LaneIt just dont sound right, I get your team devouredSo don`t even TINK about it (No, no, no)you just a server shorty, I`ll leave ya king stunI`m a king son, in Kingston, I bling dumbOnly rapper you seen walkin` icey in the terrordomeHolla back, how real is that (No, no, no)No I don`t wanna stop, I gotta `em sickSo I`mma keep going, keep flowin`Benz backin` up so I`ma keep rollin` bentAnd I`m stilla heavy spitter, plus I`m good with the pitbullThe tech missiles and the heavy hittersSUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS(Jae Millz)Those my peoples, N Y CKilla, Dip SetThey know, T.I. grand hustleWhat upThey know who I amJae Millz, call me whatever, just don`t call me brokeWanna WHAT!?