[Intro - & (Woman)] (Jadakiss) (Sheek) WHOOO!!! D-Block, Uh huh, Uh -
- Jadakiss] Yo, I'm just too much, I flow too I be on top of the snare, all over the a youngcat, I been one wit the drum tap The purple start my lungs back Been there, that My words to you like thumb tacks me, LOX hooked up wit Rodney The Ferrari's teal, but the truck's Hating, I get you bastards off me Fresh like I just took the off me Me and streets is school sweethearts And I'm in her so she can't divorce me Can't see farther Kiss, I'm like a father to this Want ya go and cop your to this I the whole package - the girls, the thongs And there's something me the world just loves D-Block bringing hell of a pain, tell em my name
[Chorus - & (Woman) (2x)] (J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the pop (J-A-D-A) I'm your money, the funeral stop (J-A-D-A) The band, the beat'll knock (J-A-D-A) We just keep going, this don't stop
[Verse - Sheek Sheek Louch get it popping, this shit stop Got your hitting, shaking in a Halter Top Drizzling out, no shirt, drop Chain's than Chuck D and Flava's clock Yeah boy, kinda hot these days Hold the heat when I spit, need ten ice what up? what's fucking wit that? Got the Camp spitting heavy on this Jerkins Glock him back, either that or the mac I prefer but take it if you got it in black Thick wanna hop on it I her not here, but we could go inside the bathroom 'Honey Let me give it to your straight, I ain't spending no We could till we pass out, make dicks and all that I'm a gangster, I bet shorty back Got her job through a two way
[Chorus - Sheek & (Woman) (2x)] (F-A-G-E-A) it out, the guns'll pop (F-A-G-E-A) I'm taking your money, the funeral (F-A-G-E-A) The club'll band, the will knock (F-A-G-E-A) We keep going, this shit don't stop
[Verse - Louch] Hey yo it's Louchy baby, screen in the Mercedes Naw it's weed, I'm fucking wit y'all Oil slick, it's the juice I throw out the back But it's for real lil if you hearing the clack I'm it back, you don't wanna jump to this I'm David Blaine, it's magic how I it the Kiss Letting it off, nigga like we to diss (J-A-D-A) Hey yo ([Jada:] what up Louch?) yo take it from there
[Verse - Raspy voice, of the year; It's the cue tip bars They feel good when go in your ear Ti Gun, Punch your girl ain't ready (F-A-G-E-A) (Sheek: Sheek Louch!) Jadakiss, the world ain't We got haze in the air and we the yac Bout to get up on 'Honey' cause she throwing it And you I keep the hawk on my neck, so don't violate Cause I wait for it to go in your back, uh
[Chorus - & Sheek (Woman) (4x)] (J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the pop (F-A-G-E-A) I'm taking money, the funeral stop (J-A-D-A) The band, the beat'll knock (F-A-G-E-A) We just keep going, this shit don't
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