[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 the kick Since a youngcat, I been one wit the tap The purple start pushin my back Been there, that My words to you like thumb tacks Pardon me, LOX hooked up wit The teal, but the truck's mahogany Hating, I can't get you off me Fresh like I took the plastic off me Me and streets is high school And I'm always in her so she can't me Can't see farther than Kiss, I'm like a to this Want ya go and cop your to this I possess the 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
[Chorus - & (Woman) (2x)] (J-A-D-A) I'm it out, the guns'll pop (J-A-D-A) I'm taking your money, the stop (J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the beat'll (J-A-D-A) We keep going, this shit don't stop
[Verse - Sheek Sheek Louch get it popping, this don't stop Got your hitting, shaking in a Halter Top out, no shirt, burgandy drop Chain's bigger than Chuck D and clock Yeah boy, Sheek 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 chrome but it if you got it in black shorty wanna hop on it I tell her not here, but we could go inside the 'Honey Let me give it to your straight, I spending no money We could drink till we pass out, make dicks and all I'm a gangster, I bet shorty crawl Got her job through a two way
- Sheek 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 will (F-A-G-E-A) We just keep going, this shit stop
[Verse - Sheek 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 that I out the back But it's for real lil if you hearing the clack I'm bringing it back, you don't jump to this I'm David Blaine, magic how I gave it the Kiss Letting it off, like we hunting to diss (J-A-D-A) Hey yo Kiss ([Jada:] what up Louch?) yo take it there
[Verse - voice, flow of the year; It's the cue tip bars They feel good they go in your ear Ti Gun, Peanut Punch your girl ain't (F-A-G-E-A) (Sheek: Louch!) Jadakiss, the world ain't ready We got in the air and we pouring the yac Bout to get up on 'Honey' cause she it back And you know I keep the hawk on my neck, so violate Cause I can't 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 your money, the funeral (J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the knock (F-A-G-E-A) We keep going, this shit don't stop
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