Luyện nghe bài hát One Of Ours

(featuring Jadakiss)

You know, situation like
Sometimes you know you gotta give to the community
Gotta show these motherfuckers how to wipe thangs off y'know?
Teach 'em a somethin

Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but instead it's the
Ragu red, your brain them sauces
Like an, autopsy leavin 'em nauseous, I aim at your bosses
Put a pep in bop that you walk with
When my tec at reinforcements
I could never be a victim, but the I endorsed it
that real, y'all cowards just cough it
Like fluids in my lungs, motherfucker I'm sick
You turn them hoes off, I put 'em on so they on
You talk grammar school, mines metamorphic
Dem fools ain't killin nuttin in the club, they all
My intent is to that ass up, leave 'em all drenched
See what a few cups of can offset
Got a little paper, I ain't stressin, all press
Ain't records, they come at me for more press
When they realize it's real them dudes out coppin more
learn how to

[Chorus: 2X]
Wipe, them off, get that money money
Wipe, a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin
Show, you motherfuckers, how hungry you
get, when your are touchin (kid a nigga hungry / yeah, he one of ours) *

* each repeat

P gunna, stay a come up
out them at light speed, make it a hot summer
in New York, New York - a.k.a. Zero
The Big Apple, the worms in the middle (eww)
The Castle, the Empire State
The home of that Magazine new face
Metropolis of the world, I'll you where I come from
by how the cash stack, and how I make a gun
But past that, and listen how a killer be
Imagine the concert, they on they seats
Shorty mad gettin stained, she near about to faint
She saw a grimy dirty nigga like, P
With mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin hard not to
Don't miss a thing, the song that we sing
Mad diamonds in his chain, she tryin not to blink
Don't wanna miss a thing, the song we sing
BANG!

My niggaz they stop us
we got our hands on the AR's, the S, and the fresh choppers
All of is filled to the top with the vest poppers
We can get it on with Best Coppers
Soon as the lead pop you, whoever make it
to the funeral or can catch you on Ted Koppel
I'm a rare thumper, you just a gay
a rainbow sticker on your rear bumper
They say is short, death is longer
That it even harder to express my hunger
And I wanna polly y'all, I'm a zone of my own
like Tom Hanks talkin to that volleyball
A "Cast Away," I'll away
Fuck if you broke tomorrow, get today
And even though hard, niggaz is on they job
It's the Ryders and the Mobb, before my niggaz starve