[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 start pushin my lungs back there, done that My stick to you like thumb tacks me, LOX hooked up wit Rodney The Ferrari's teal, but the mahogany Hating, I can't get you off me Fresh I just took the plastic off me Me and streets is high sweethearts And I'm always in her so she divorce me Can't see farther than Kiss, I'm like a father to ya go and cop your father to this I possess the package - the girls, the thongs And there's something about me the just loves D-Block bringing hell of a pain, 'Honey' em my name
[Chorus - & (Woman) (2x)] (J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the pop (J-A-D-A) I'm taking money, the funeral stop (J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the beat'll (J-A-D-A) We just keep going, this don't stop
[Verse - Sheek Sheek get it popping, this shit don't stop Got boobs hitting, shaking in a Halter Top Drizzling out, no shirt, drop Chain's bigger than Chuck D and Flava's Yeah boy, Sheek kinda hot days Hold the heat when I spit, ten ice trays what up? what's fucking wit that? Got the Camp spitting heavy on this track Glock jerk him back, either 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 go inside the bathroom 'Honey Let me it to your straight, I ain't spending no money We could drink we pass out, make dicks and all that I'm a gangster, I bet crawl back 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 don't
[Verse - Louch] Hey yo Louchy baby, smoke screen in the Mercedes Naw it's just weed, I'm wit y'all Oil slick, it's the juice that I out the back But it's for lil nigga if you hearing the clack I'm bringing it back, you don't wanna jump to I'm David Blaine, it's magic how I gave it the Letting it off, like we hunting to diss (J-A-D-A) Hey yo Kiss ([Jada:] what up Louch?) yo take it there
- Jadakiss] Raspy voice, flow of the year; the cue tip bars feel good when they go in your ear Ti Gun, Peanut Punch your girl ready (F-A-G-E-A) (Sheek: Louch!) Jadakiss, the world ain't ready We got haze in the air and we the yac Bout to get up on 'Honey' she throwing it back And you know I keep the hawk on my neck, so don't I can't 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 taking your money, the funeral (J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the knock (F-A-G-E-A) We just keep going, shit don't stop
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