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[Jadakiss]Yo even if I just cooked up, if money`s comin give you it moistAnd don`t be scared to die, I aint give you a choiceNiggas`ll try to kill you cuz of what they think you gotAnd the ambulance`ll take longer if they think you shotNigga fuck the bullshit, Kiss keep a full clipIn front of the store rockin gauze in the woolrichBlowin sticky green grass, that`ll sit me on my assWit a mean sports coupe with 160 on the dashSo what I got a Rollie, and it got alotta iceI pull my gun out, and bet I get another one tonightYour brother died, bet your mother lose another son tonightI`m clever, only time we party, when we beat a bodyOr when they free Gotti, so that means neverTo my niggas in they cell wit a hour of recOr K.L., for beatin a coward to deathI feel y`all, so feel me, even if y`all guiltyTime y`all niggas come home, the god`ll be filthyEven though by then these faggots probably be done killed meI tell my son, keep it real, give y`all niggas each a billSo what`s the deal, niggas y`all know the deal, uhCHORUS: JadakissWho did you expect, what, L O X to the deathAnd we go hard dog, everytime, nothing lessCatch us at the dice game, blowin a thouNever go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it downWe could get it on, any way shape or formAny day of the week, Styles, Jada, and SheekIt aint hot `less we are niggas we are the heat*We Are The Streets* and we makin it hard to eat[Sheek]Ayo, you say fuck me, I feel the same way about you bitchNiggas made you rich and now you act like thisWho them thuggest niggas on your team, guns to the triple beamWithout rap my nickles gleam, drug money make it seemFast, niggas puff hydro and hash like it`s nicotineFake niggas, rid o theem, who flip from wealthYou want space, I give your whole hospital room to yourselfI got doctors who make housecalls when niggas get hitThat way the press and the cops run shit, feel me kidWhen it comes to thuggin it, nigga that`s my sportI even pick up your shells so you won`t get caughtDumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged playin as bumsPop up, shoot through the liquor bottle, straighten your lungsTake the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the newsstandWalk by me, scream out, "Somebody help this man"Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I`m takin thatI`m from Yonkers motherfucker, where the murderers atMurderous gat, we bloodline no cur in our packYou owe us dough, have it as that, I leave it at that, faggotsCHORUS[Styles]Spittin to live, two bullets hittin your ribsYou christen your kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G.I won`t stop til a thousand niggas fit in my cribI won`t be happy til my last nigga finish his bidAll on the top, yeah you could ball in a dropI`d rather, ball in a yacht, no callin the copsIn the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine popGivin a dime cock, blowin awayBaggin the yae, tryin to get a wagon a dayPick up a quarter, and still throw my chain in the waterWatch on the floor, bitch I`ll put my glock in your jawNiggas think they own a label, just signed a dealYou poppin that bullshit they might find you killedSlum throwin the highway, behind the wheelOr you could do it my way, relax and chillYou could worship SP sell cracks and peelsBitch I smack your mouth while you smoke in the fieldRun up in your house, then alarmin your grillDrama for real, you never seen honor and willTil you wake up in the mornin and your mama is killedCHORUS

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