Lyrics:
(Brrt, brrt) Three ninety two, switch it out with the cat
I count a million right here on my lap
Bought a new Spider then take off the plastic
I
bitches
Right Back 4 Da Summer i Told y'all bitches
I'd be straight by the summer
III ain't got nothing else to tell you
Promise I'll be straight while
on fire
Cold ???? two, four on me
But this one really takes the piss
It's likely to proquandry
I deserve so much more than this.
still spinning
Valet lookin' like he in the game and must be winning
To room four-nine-O I'm headed; on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator
you cop two of them, we frontin' four
Fuck niggas we don't fuck with dough
Bad bitches never lets them know
Keep them round but never trust them, no
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
face it
One nigga teach two niggas, three teach four niggas
And them niggas teach more niggas
And when we blast that'll be the biggest blast you
fum, Cassius Clay here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
a tour? Let's see
I've got floor-to-ceiling windows and a cabin-style mansion
Bucks, bears, trucks, boats, tires, spares, four-wheelers
Three
fum, Cassius Clay here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run
He'll be back in ninety-three press of a button and they busted in
His first impulse was to smack the dirt
All four wore plain clothes and lumberjack
Heard you niggas get fly, like G like 2
Nah more like 4, like 3, not 2
Shittin' on these niggas, like P like U
Drip Raheem and Q
Got Hi-C, like juice
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
Two by two I bury them in the shallow graves
Three by three they come at me, their guns and swords were drawn
Now four by four before the Lord they'll
Nine
Ignition sequence starts
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
Zero
All engines thrust
Lift-off! We have a lift-off, 32 minutes past the hour
Three
gonna stop stop?
Another day in black and white
One, two, three, four, five
Another week goes by
I'm half alive
I'm getting sick
I'm faking this
I'm over
Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol 3's
Feel like I'm burnin' to death, but I'm freezin'
Bedridden and destined never to leave the
Bedroom ever again, like
Hahaha...
Hey, when you drop drums I'ma drop rhymes, aight?
(Drop rhymes)
Nah, I don't need no count-off
Just drop the beat and I'm on it, aight?
(2-3-4)
[
twerkin' wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out
as two
What are you doing
Respect you more if you called it a truce
But we burn white flags
So it's probably no use
They tell me we hot, I’m looking like
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than strep with the fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol 3's
Feel like I'm burnin'
there's no time
It's too late, there's no time
All for none, none for one, two, three, four
March of the dogs to a beat of disillusion
Sworn under
you knew I was goin' to bust a move (brr)
I'm drippin' mud on my shoes, yeah, I got slatts by the twos
Put Chanel and Jimmy Choos, I don't play by
there's no time
It's too late, there's no time
All for none, none for one, two, three, four
March of the dogs to a beat of disillusion
Sworn under
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