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Something Else Remix
by Jadakiss



[Jadakiss]
Definitely what they been waiting for (you already KNOW, yeah)
At least a certain percentage of the world (uh-huh)
Anyway
Can I talk my shit? (talk that shit)
Sure I can (talk that shit, talk that shit)
Cause ain't nobody gon' do nothing about it anyway
(Talk that shit, talk that shit, Jada talk that shit, oh!)

You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm something else!)
Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm something else!)
Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm something else!)
The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm something else!)

[Jadakiss]
Yo, you know I love to style on ya, blue 40-caliber
Butterfly doors on the triple black challenger
And I'm still in and out, got it so I'm spendin out
Dope boy, so I never have a problem in a drought
Don't take, too much work if you can't manage that
Just in case you run out of empties, use sandwich bags
Play with the hand you was dealt
That's why I ride the track 'til it melt
I could care less how you feel, how you felt
I done spent niggas rent money on belts
Threesomes in the trunk, I'm fucking for the wealth
And the hood ask about me, I'm something else

[Chorus: Jadakiss]
You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm something else!)
Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm something else!)
Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm something else!)
The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm something else!)
Still representing the block (I'm something else!)
And you ain't got to tell me I'm hot (I'm something else!)
I'm exactly what they not (I'm something else!)
Ha (I'm something else!) (I'm something else!)

[Young Jeezy]
C.T.E. nigga, yeah!
Yeah! Let's go

[Young Jeezy]
I ain't even did nothing, feeling like I'm trafficking
See these blood diamonds, sir, my chain African
Speaking of my chain, yeah it need to get a job
Get the fuck up off my neck, Senator Barack
Whatever that you do, look, don't get caught
That stash get low, ya ass might get bought
Okay I'm over it, let's talk about something else
I said I'm over it, I think I bought something else
That's why I live e'ry day (day) like a thug holiday
"Suffocate" a nigga about mines, J. Holiday
Quick to make a movie 'bout my Doc Holiday
It's why I'm strapped 365, even holidays, yeah!

[Chorus]

[AP]
Yeah, I'm something else with myself they say
WWF, push that featherweight
Big boy toys, of course the shoe's right
See the 22's reflect from the moonlight?
Barry White, or Walter Cronkite?
Couple cold words when you talk 'bout birds
You ain't talking 'bout green, you ain't talkin 'bout me
Hold up, this your bitch on my caller ID

[Blood Raw]
You could tell I'm something else, pussy nigga do the math
Just look at me nigga; you can't tell I got cash?
Got together so fruity, 26 inches
(Girl, ain't that Blood Raw?) You can't tell I got bitches?
I'm a three summer soul survivor
Tell me have you ever met a nigga that's real as the bible?
You could tell I'm addicted to paper
And if it ain't my clique I'm like Maino, fuck you haters!

[Chorus]

[Boo Rossini]
Yo, hey yo
Any situation involving paper I'm all in
Pull up on your block, old school sitting on all rims
Still keep them semis on deck in case I'm tested
And gotta do a nigga dirty, turn him to a mess quick
Chest all hanging out, everybody screaming out
I grew up in a house, where damn near everybody fiending
So don't ask, why I hold me the pen on my fucking self
If I pop through and you come back I'ma hit you with something else

[Snyp Life]
I'm something else the way I come off, bars that make 'em run off
Rippin up his back but the strap'll tear your front off
Neck slump and run through your boss, he tried to jump off
It's D-Block, we treat every town just like it's New York (D-Block!)
Cross the whole game like my verses do the track
Push the pen like a pack and let it work through the trap (Snyp!)
Get your roof cut, ace hit by shooter's that'll spray shit
And if it ain't the ruger shit'll melt you and your face split

[ Bully]
Okay, Bully bitch!
Uh, I'm something else, run through niggas like Phelps
D-Block's next generation explains itself (D-Block!)
You don't wanna FUCK with Bully the don-dada
Name ring bells in the hood, a known shotter
You gets nada when it comes to my ricotta
Fresh Levi's, black V-necks and Pradas
I'm a problem for niggas if nothing else
Control, substitute or police, I'm something else

[Chorus]
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written by Jenkins, Jay / Phillips, Jason T. / Jones, Ricky
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing