[Intro - & (Woman)] (Jadakiss) (Sheek) WHOOO!!! D-Block, Uh huh, Uh -
- Jadakiss] Yo, I'm too much, I flow too sick I be on top of the snare, all over the Since a youngcat, I one wit the drum tap The purple pushin my lungs back Been there, that My stick to you like thumb tacks Pardon me, LOX up wit Rodney The Ferrari's teal, but the mahogany Hating, I get you bastards off me Fresh I just 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 a father to this ya go and cop your father to this I possess the whole package - the girls, the And there's something about me the 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 your money, the funeral stop (J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the knock (J-A-D-A) We just keep going, this shit stop
[Verse - Louch] Sheek get it popping, this shit don't stop Got your boobs hitting, shaking in a Top Drizzling out, no shirt, burgandy Chain's bigger Chuck D and Flava's clock Yeah boy, Sheek kinda hot days the heat when I spit, need ten ice trays D-Block up? what's fucking wit that? Got the spitting heavy on this Jerkins track Glock him back, either that or the mac I prefer chrome but take it if you got it in shorty wanna hop on it I tell her not here, but we could go the bathroom 'Honey Let me give it to straight, I ain't spending no money We could drink till we pass out, make and all that I'm a gangster, I bet shorty crawl Got her job a two way contact
- Sheek Louch & (Woman) (2x)] (F-A-G-E-A) Pulling it out, the pop (F-A-G-E-A) I'm your money, the funeral stop (F-A-G-E-A) The band, the beat will knock (F-A-G-E-A) We just keep going, this shit stop
[Verse - Louch] Hey yo it's baby, smoke screen in the Mercedes Naw just weed, I'm fucking wit y'all Oil slick, it's the that I throw out the back But it's for real lil nigga if you hearing the I'm bringing it back, you don't jump to this I'm David Blaine, it's how I gave it the Kiss Letting it off, nigga like we hunting to (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 go in your ear Ti Gun, Peanut Punch girl ain't ready (F-A-G-E-A) (Sheek: Sheek Louch!) Jadakiss, the ain't ready We got in the air and we pouring the yac to get up on 'Honey' cause she throwing it back And you I keep the hawk on my neck, so don't violate Cause I can't wait for it to go in back, uh
- Jadakiss & Sheek (Woman) (4x)] (J-A-D-A) I'm it out, the guns'll 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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