[Jadakiss]
Yo even if I just cooked up,
if money's comin give you it moist
And don't be scared to die,
I ain't give you a choice
Niggas'll try to kill you 'cause
of what they think you got
And the ambulance'll take
longer if they think you shot
Nig ga fuck the bullshit,
Kiss keep a full clip
In front of the store rockin
gauze in the woolrich
Blowin sticky green grass,
that'll sit me on my ass
Wit a mean sports coupe
with 160 on the dash
So what I got a Rollie, and
it got alotta ice
I pull my gun out,
and bet I get an other one tonight
Your brother died,
bet your mother lose another son tonight
I'm clever, only time we party,
when we beat a body
Or when they free Gotti, so
that means never
To my niggas in they cell wit a hour of rec
Or K.L., for beatin a coward to death
I feel why'all, so feel me,
even if why'all guilty
Time why'all niggas come home,
the god'll be filthy
Even though by then these faggots
probably be done killed me
I tell my son, keep it real,
give why'all niggas each a bill
So what's the deal,
niggas why'all know the deal, uh
CHORUS: Jadakiss Who did
you expect, what,
L O X to the death
And we go hard dog,
everytime, nothing less
Catch us at the dice game, blowin a thou
Never go in to trial, coppin out,
holdin it down
We could get it on, any way shape or form
Any day of the week, Styles,
Jada, and Sheek
It ain't hot 'less we are niggas
we are the heat
*We Are The Streets* and we
makin it hard to eat
[Sheek] Ayo, you say fuck
me,
I feel the same way about you bitch
Niggas made you rich and
now you act like this
Who them thuggest niggas on your team,
guns to the triple beam
Without rap my nickles gleam,
drug money make it seem
Fast, niggas puff hydro and
hash like it's nicotine
Fake niggas,
rid o theem, who flip from wealth
You want space,
I give your whole hospital room to yourself
I got doctors who make
housecalls when niggas get hit
That way the press and the cops run shit,
feel me kid
When it comes to thuggin it,
nigga that's my sport
I even pick up your shells so
you won't get caught
Dumb dumbs,
niggas camouflaged playin as bums
Pop up, shoot through the liquor bottle,
straighten your lungs
Take the bum clothes off,
buy a paper at the newsstand
Walk by me, scream out,
"Somebody help this man"
Not even life insurance helpin your fam,
I'm takin that
I'm from Yonkers motherfucker,
where the murderers at
Murderous gat,
we bloodline no cur in our pack
You owe us dough, have it as that,
I leave it at
that,
faggots
[Styles]
Spittin to live,
two bullets hittin your ribs
You christen your kids,
I let my son listen to B.I.G.
I won't stop til a thousand
niggas fit in my crib
I won't be happy til my last
nigga finish his bid
All on the top,
yeah you could ball in a drop
I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no callin the cops
In the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop
Givin a dime cock, blowin away
Baggin the yae,
tryin to get a wagon a day
Pick up a quarter,
and still throw my chain in the water
Watch on the floor,
bitch I'll put my glock in your jaw
Niggas think they own a label,
just signed a deal
You poppin that bullshit they
might find you killed
Slum throwin the highway, behind the wheel
Or you could do it my way, relax and chill
You could worship SP sell
cracks and peels
Bitch I smack your mouth while
you smoke in the field
Run up in your house, then alarmin your grill
Drama for real,
you never seen honor and will
Til you wake up in the mornin and your
mama is killed
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