Lyrics:
mowfucka, no love for them tricks
Man, I'm a do my thang, Ed Murphy Boomerang
See this G swang and bang, Gallante the baller man
Flip the script, niggaz know
ain't talkin bout my niggaz
Cause nigga we can go hoe for hoe, toe to toe, blow for blow
and when you feel your nose crack
That mean I broke that, I fill
D-Block MotherFuckas)
The champ is here Kiss What ma niggaz)
The champ is here
[Sheek] (Jadakiss)
Fuckin wit the champion (you already know)
(J-A-D-A, kiss
a bird and a glock
On the block makin money where they murder a lot
Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard
I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet
or shut up, or get routed!
I'm from the streets and I hang with killers
I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
Wodie respect my hood,
for Hova to die, before he see JAY
On my way to platinum, hata who gonna stop me?
I got the cops locked, who gone lock me?!
I got the block lock, eye
for shovin'
I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves
We gonna start exposin' off like Farhrenheit 9/11
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
I'ma
fightin' for my people's survival and self-esteem
I wouldn't fight for racist churches from the south, my nigga
I'd be fightin' to keep the occupation out,
niggaz is real they all'll see the judge with me
Nobody in rap, cause all my niggaz thug with me (nigga)
[Chorus - Sheek Louch] + (Jadakiss)
We gon'
fuckas
Bring the ruckus, clear the floor
I try to maintain, but niggaz they be fuckin wit my brain
Kid I've in this game ever since 13
It's your worst
of you bitches, I'll put yo brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta
list, that's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?
Yo, whether it's dope money or rap
Starting retreating
Fuck it fire again
[Jadakiss]
Leave niggaz broken up oxem down wait for them to yell
And see they skin open up {Whoo}
A nice guy
real tears
I go hard bogard and stand my ground
Fuck y'all niggaz it's how its goin down baby
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Jadakiss]
It just don't look right
alone
Tired of puttin' my hand out for the people who can't even get in my zone
Stay out my lane, y'all niggaz the same
Purely lookin' for the fame
I move
got da coke?
Here go da money. you got the coke?
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Jumped in my cutlass, rollin
the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin' by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed
thought I'd never be
As a juvenile I caught felonies
Kept a Scrooge face like I was Eberneezer
With a gun tucked for my enemies
Niggaz talk death and I'd
got da coke?
Here go da money. you got the coke?
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Jumped in my cutlass, rollin
When I told you I'm ready to Ryde
When I told you my Mula was
Running low
See all of my life I been hustling
Told me it's okay for a man to cry
Oh
sing
Mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to blink
Don't wanna miss a thing, the song that we sing
BANG!
[Chorus]
[Jadakiss]
My niggaz they
my arm jerk
'Cause the work I put on your face is bound to make your mom hurt
And this one is for my Cali niggaz
Eastsiders, Ruff Ryders and you can
the worst.
and got them niggaz on GT that would die for me
and some niggaz in the ??? that would ride for me.
My little brother Ghost catch him
dough
Can I get a woop woop
To these niggaz from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggaz without dubs?
Can I get a fuck you
To these bitches
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