[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 a youngcat, I been one wit the drum tap The purple start my lungs back Been there, that My stick to you like thumb tacks Pardon me, LOX hooked up wit The Ferrari's teal, but the truck's Hating, I get you bastards off me Fresh like I just the plastic off me Me and is high school sweethearts And I'm always in her so she can't me Can't see farther than Kiss, I'm like a father to Want ya go and cop your father to 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
- Jadakiss & (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
- Sheek Louch] Sheek Louch get it popping, this shit stop Got your hitting, shaking in a Halter Top Drizzling out, no shirt, burgandy bigger than Chuck D and Flava's clock Yeah boy, Sheek hot these days Hold the heat when I spit, need ten ice D-Block what up? what's fucking wit Got the spitting heavy on this Jerkins track jerk him back, either that or the mac I prefer chrome but take it if you got it in Thick wanna hop on it I tell her not here, but we could go inside the bathroom Let me it to your straight, I ain't spending no money We drink till we pass out, make dicks and all that I'm a gangster, I bet shorty back Got her job a two way contact
- Sheek Louch & (Woman) (2x)] (F-A-G-E-A) it out, the guns'll 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 don't stop
[Verse - Louch] Hey yo it's Louchy baby, 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 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 it from there
[Verse - Raspy voice, of the year; It's the cue tip bars They feel good they go in your ear Ti Gun, Peanut Punch girl ain't ready (F-A-G-E-A) (Sheek: Sheek Louch!) Jadakiss, the world ain't We got in the air and we pouring the yac Bout to get up on 'Honey' cause she throwing it And you know I keep the hawk on my neck, so don't Cause I can't for it to go in your back, uh
- Jadakiss & 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 just going, this shit don't stop
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