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Can I Talk to You

Jadakiss

Split Personality

2004

come for ya, bless bless
Metallic green paint on the apala the S.S
And I figured the more niggaz dead the less stress

You love how I'm hurtin

Ason
The real voice of the streets
I don't really make songs
Bitch my poetry deep
Back home
Like Trey Songz
I like girls that are freaks
Neighbors always

going harder when in the gym
Carry on with these verse I was 17 tryna swim
Ain't have no life jacket like I'm Trey Songz diving in
It's yours if you want

My Name Is Kiss

Jadakiss

Ryde or Die, Vol. 2 [Clean]

2000

the coaches
And I'm a always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung with no holsters

And I control all

beef wit one time-S.O.S.
When you standin on the front line-S.O.S.
Niggas wanna steal your sunshine-S.O.S.

When it comes time to do or die-S.O.S.
For

Unique
Got the gang by the pound
It’s the hottest shit around
This here is the new sound
Tennishu Triple Trey you know how I get down
Got the firrrrrr all

focused
No emotion
Don't throw a fit
Money over emotion
Cut the bullshit, boi you know you sell bolongia
How the fuck is that yo boy and he don't keep it

Yeah Ya Know (Takers)

T.I.

Got Your Back

2010

Worldwide, bi-coastal, local, niggas I respect
'Cause they more gold poster
'Cause I ain't got it, that don't mean there ain't no tool
You know Bankhead

Yeah Ya Know (Takers)

T.I.

Yeah Ya Know

Worldwide, bi-coastal, local, niggas I respect
'Cause they more gold poster
'Cause I ain't got it, that don't mean there ain't no tool
You know Bankhead

and get poked
The streets got no hope, if you scared, pray to the Pope (ah)
Family fed by the dope
If you ain't lived it, you won't understand me
Banana

(Daf*q)
I can't  F**k wit ha If she aint bring No money back (Bi**h)

I'm pleading not guilty The lord know I'm guilty 
I'm conversating with angel

Bitch im on it

Fuck wit the fam
Ill be damned
Ill set it off bitch you know who i am
I had plan
Sold some grams
Bout three days later had a grand
I just

Yeah, huh, I'm like- uh huh
(Trey, I love you)
Hunt that boy, it's like- uh huh
Uh huh, yeah, uh huh
Ridin' around wit' that Glock-9, yeah
You can

and nobody else to fuck wit
Thinkin' everything is stolen
But can't face facts that a young black nigga's just rollin'
Making more money than they ever make

Don't See Us

The Roots

Things Fall Apart

1999

out, yo yo

You don't see us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get crept, wit' no discrept
You know

(Say Ten)
Aye, Free DDawg
Free BaBa, hah

I was too high from off that mojo, couldn't record, but now I'm up now
I don't fuck around wit' none

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

of romans
Empire wit no showings
In fire fully coated
Fuck do you mean
I made the made the illest of teams
I shred a flow to redeem
The niggas who flow is

nobody notice you
But when you hot, everybody try to fuck with you
Man, I feel like Paul Walker when I drive the coupe
If a bitch ain't for the Jaay, she

Fast whips automatic keys nigga
So when we drive by e dey be like the breeze nigga
Look around my team you know I'm ill nigga
Surulere cats dey call me

Pistols Blazin

Dru Down

Stackin Chips

1997

paraphernalia
Not paranoid
You fuckin' wit' a pair of boys
That'll pump yo body full of lead
An watch it swell up like we got no conscience

'Cause it ain't

up, 'cause I show up you owe us i
Might have to bother you wit'
A twenty-two more like a trey-deuce - more
Juice grown man I ain't playin' hard
Firm is

We more infamous, crime shit, take it to the gat
Fuck the rhyme shit, you reminded of what the nine did
Remanded, QBC, then left stranded
We cock

sword den 
Most likely 
U die by da sword
Lived a whore 
Nuttin 
Change u still died as a whore 
Beanwitdabeam fuck you mean 
Ain't playing no more