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