 Kiss Tha Game Goodbye » Lyrics [+ Shtoj +] |
1. _ Un-Hunh!
Errrr, here we go again Uh, un-hunh Uh, un-hunh Uh, un-hunh [DMX] Yeah, yo Kiss [Jada] What up dog? [DMX] These niggas running around here like they controling this shit [Jada] No doubt [DMX] Let's show these niggas how to take hold of this shit [Jada] That's what I'm talkin about baby [DMX] For real baby [Jada] Let's get it on [DMX] I only gave you the crown so I could shoot it off your fuckin head Yall niggas fuckin dead, you heard what the fuck I said I talk shit cause I walk shit, start shit, New York shit The hawk shit, spark shit, the dark shit And it been that way, fuck how a nigga live it's gon' end that way Niggas is part of a game that I don't play Never catch dog carrying what I don't weigh That's three 45s, one 38, 173 pounds straight out the gate I don't hate, got no beef but knock a nigga off quick And I'm mad like a bitch and a nigga with a soft dick Get off this, fucking with X, but on some other shit Why the fuck you fucking with X? You must be fucking with X Go catch a chicken, fucking with me you gon' catch a whippen [Chorus: Jadakiss & DMX] Un-hunh, here we go again Un-hunh, here we go again Un-hunh, here we go again Un-hunh, here we go again Un-hunh, here we go again Un-hunh, here we go again Un-hunh, here we go again Un-hunh, here we go again [Jadakiss] Look don't try to apologize on your two way Sympathy don't amuse me, go get your uzi And let's make a real movie Play bad guy and good guy til the hood die Toast yall cowards Now I know the reason why Pac ain't really like most yall cowards I'm'a show you how to swing the chrome for real Dog this year we gon' bring it home for real What you wanna bet the llama'll squash you I been had a white fan base before the signing of Marshall Boy Kiss is thorough, hit your girl Put it all up her stomach til she earl Yall niggas ain't nice ya lucky So fuck it I'm'a sell dope long as the price is lovely And it ain't only the voice it's the bars of death DMX and Jadakiss nigga guard ya chest [Chorus] [DMX] When is they getting off our dicks, them niggas is clowns How many dogs you let go up, still getting down Like 'face said, last of a dying breed For stomach and I feed still trying to eat Lead by greed that's when you fuck up Yall niggas gonna know when we hungry, you get stuck up (What what?) What's up? Fuck a nigga yelling Y-O motherfucker for real, yo Kiss tell 'em [Jadakiss] Sheet could kill, stomp niggas out boot the grill I'll give you a reason why I'm the truth for real Niggas can't fuck with Kiss, I mean that Had to stop eating red meat cause I ate too many Beanie-Macs I'm not one of them niggas and since you so richeous Don't make me send your ass to Ala quicker Niggas gas you to force your hand Realistically you just a worker and your boss is my man [Chorus - 2X] more free lyrics |
2. _ Show Discipline
[Jadakiss] Yoooo!! uh, uh-huh, uh Yo yo yo yo aiyyo Never will it stop Hanguns with double digit shots I move work on other niggas blocks Leave out the club wit a another niggas watch Body that man and let other niggas watch Only thing worse than a coward, is a coward with power Gotta kill him in the shower, hour Beats is knockin, hooks is rare Earned my spot, nobody aint put me here Burnt my block, I had a fiend cookin wit beer Like the Bobby Womack of crack Might see me in the burgandy thing, or the black on black Matter of fact, go get ya chrome Cause I rather be, broke together than rich alone Clappin em' down, backin em' down (uh) Fuck what ever happened before, I'm whats happenin' now [Chorus: Nas (Jada)] Now gangstas live, gangstas die Grab ya guns, soldiers ride (show discipline nigga!) Kill ya moms, kill ya pops, kill ya seed Kill ya girl (Its principle nigga!) Sell ya crack, sell ya coke Sell ya E, sell ya smoke (you hustlin nigga!) Grab ya nine, grab ya pound Grab ya tec, grab ya pump (you bustin at niggaz!,wha) [Nas] We bravehearted, I had bitches tryin to posion me Niggaz who kilt loyalty Set me up, vested up my move accordingly I ducked icepicks and icesticks by cops who rookies Hard to be righteous, and when life can just stop for pussy Niggaz killin over hoes, guns concealed in their clothes Bodies at funerals, touch them they feel like they froze Speech, totally calm, holdin dead rappers dome in my palm Burnin flag, plus its on the qu'ran, its on the bible Plus america cause that every car thats drivin Holdin the homeless sign you focus you know its Nas then Prince of the globe, leave no prince of the toast Played with Ouija boards, burned frankencense wit a ghost I've learned, to do good plus a waste of evil And do what it takes to keep a smile on the face of my people I was raised by the apes in this dark creepshow, but yo [Chorus] [Jadakiss] yo yo yo yo yo yo Think bout when I splatter ya mask(yea) My niggas is happy, ya momma is sad If ya niggas is riders, the drama will last If ya niggas is snitch, been judgin my ass They said I'm too famous to run So when I empty out this clip, I'm changin the gun The realer the beef, the longer the clip Murder ya mans, I'm gone in the mist Call this girl after dark so we talked the bitch We aint care cause the whore wasnt shit Doll, I aint takin the L or waistin a shell I bring the heat like I'm satan itself Fuck if you hard, fuck if you soft, long as you lost Dick in the dirt, shit in ya drawers Ill make ya grandmother get on the floor Tie you up, then beat you to a pulp, say that this is a war If'n the four, mackin a pump, actin I dump Throw you out the window then act like you jump [Chorus 2x] more free lyrics |
3. _ Kiss Is Spittin
[Jadakiss] Uhh.. uh, uh, uh-uh-uh Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh Uh (uh) uh (uh) uh-uh-uh Uh (uh) uh (uh) uh-uh-uh Uh (uh) uh (uh) uh-uh-uh Yo, yo, yo, yo Hey yo I got land cars and jewelry, and artillery And I got every hood feelin me It's nuttin like when a thug get at you and spit thug literature Your fanbase wanna get rid of you Still in the hood doin it I don't know why I'm doin this, we don't eve move a lot of units But ain't no threats, don't stress me dog You gotta let me hear somethin to impress me dog When I spit I put rappers in line, then smack 'em around I got 'em all home practicin now You know 'Kiss be, icey hard and crispy The truck's manual but the Coupe is 6-B Listen I ain't never spit nonsense I'm from the street with a mean vocabulary contents Whoever you send I'll send back Y'all all been wack; 'Kiss is makin a strong impact C'mon [Chorus: Nate Dogg] (When 'Kiss, is spittin) They don't love you no more (When 'Kiss, is spittin) Things will never be the same a-gain (When 'Kiss, is spittin) Why they hatin on you [Jada] It's just like that, ha! (When 'Kiss, is spittin) [Jadakiss] Uh, uh, yo, yo Sinnin or not, I'm grinnin a lot, spendin a knot Dirty denim and a cinnamon fox Bitches'll follow, gangsters'll ride, gentlemen watch Buy the bar, leave drunk, shoot up the block You might hear 'Kiss spittin, but after the show you might hear clips spittin, we after your glow Things'll never be the same again when your frame get bent, link get worn, change get spent Confiscate your whip - you think you a player? I could confiscate your bitch, take her and slay her If a nigga nicer than me, then Christ is here You got somethin in the bank? Then the dice is here I could show you how to gamble your money, handle a gun but be a family man and go home to your son Light a candle where you stand, cause that's where you died and if you heard 'Kiss spittin, then you know it was won, uh [Chorus] [Jadakiss] Yo, yo Hey yo the voice got a lot of people heated, peep it The flow is like methadone - lot of people need it Seen it all happen before Feel like I'm still hustlin; cause the way I'm rappin is raw You could put your jewels on it You might just see me in the lightning pickup with the 22's on it The stakes'll cost you; understand one thing I do great field work plus I'ma boss too Loyalty is hard to come by Y'all know who the streets is run by, could only be one guy And that be who but 'Kiss, no security The burner and some niggaz that I grew up with And the brand new 911, fuck a dime with a fine eleven at stop signs I'm revvin And the flow is just so obnoxious As far as the Double R camp go, dawg I got this, c'mon now [Chorus w/o Jada (repeat 2X)] more free lyrics |
4. _ None Of Y'All Betta
[Styles] It's sorta like the Holy Trinity... I'ma say... I say it's like three different guns you fuckin faggots Get shot three different ways Matter fact, make that six different ways Gun in each hand bitch None of y'all betta [Primo scratch twice-- Jadakiss] - "Aint none of y'all betta" If it is name it We'll squash you, ASAP, feel it All I know, niggas give me all my dough Like Boston George comin through with all my blow Right now I'm tryin to charter a jet Fuck this hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans Come through the block tryin to screw up your plans Cuz I still rob niggas for coke Understand I'm the first one they call when they gettin the dope I'm the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath I'm the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast Like Pacino and DeNiro 'cept they call me Paniro Sad Styles still spin that arrow, fuck it Like the boss of New York, you know how I feel Kill a motherfucker cuz a corpse don't talk (no doubt) Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head If the bullets had legs have them run in your head, bitch [Primo scratches:] [Jadakiss] - "aint none of y'all betta..." [Sonja Blade] - "what y'all know about..." [Styles P] - " put in my work..." [Sheek] - "on the block..." [Jadakiss] - "aint none if y'all betta..." [Styles P] - "but you know it's all real..." [Tef and Billy Danze] - "Is it real? Yeah son!" [Jadakiss] - "aint none of y'all betta..." [Sonja Blade] - "what y'all know about..." [Styles P] - "put in my work..." [Sheek] - "on the block..." [Jadakiss] - "aint none of y'all betta..." [Styles P] - "bet you know it's all real..." [Tef and Billy Danze] - "Is it real? Yeah son!" [Jadakiss] - "aint none of y'all betta..." [Sheek] Let's get it poppin my nigga Load the tech up and go shoppin my nigga and I don't mean the mall or no Gucci store You know what the fuck I want, bricks of raw and I'm too old to make less than a hundred a year If it means wavin the hammer and leavin you there If it means grabbin your kids out daycare Somebody losin a seed, pay or bleed It's Sheek Louch, I aint got no heart I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark I put 28 holes through the icy car Fuck around, like the God won't squeeze If I don't see the badge I'm clappin the D's LOX motherfucker, the OX motherfucker The reason why you shouldn't cop drops motherfucker Like it's something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what [Primo scratches] [Jadakiss] Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex over the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice Runners love to pump the bomb They know no fair ones, now niggas'll jump they moms You god, minus the 12 disciples I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles If I don't like you, I'ma kill you not fight you I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do and everybody gon' follow me now Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown Faggots want you to kill 'em in a hurry It fucks me up, like they aint got no money to get buried You could flip, I'll survive m'kay, motherfucker In my block still doin twenty-five a day Know you work out, chest and your back all nice But the twelve gauge'll have your six pack on ice, what? [Primo scratches] more free lyrics |
5. _ Uh-Hunh!
Errrr, here we go again
Uh, un-hunh
Uh, un-hunh
Uh, un-hunh
[DMX] Yeah, yo Kiss
[Jada] What up dog?
[DMX] These niggaz running around here like they controling this shit
[Jada] No doubt
[DMX] Let's show these niggaz how to take hold of this shit
[Jada] That's what I'm talkin about baby
[DMX] For real baby
[Jada] Let's get it on
[DMX]
I only gave you the crown so I could shoot it off your fuckin head
Yall niggaz fuckin dead, you heard what the fuck I said
I talk shit cause I walk shit, start shit, New York shit
The hawk shit, spark shit, the dark shit
And it been that way, fuck how a nigga live it's gon' end that way
niggaz is part of a game that I don't play
Never catch dog carrying what I don't weigh
That's three 45s, one 38, 173 pounds straight out the gate
I don't hate, got no beef but knock a nigga off quick
And I'm mad like a bitch and a nigga with a soft dick
Get off this, fucking with X, but on some other shit
Why the fuck you fucking with X? You must be fucking with X
Go catch a chicken, fucking with me you gon' catch a whippen
[Chorus: Jadakiss & DMX]
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh, here we go again
[Jadakiss]
Look don't try to apologize on your two way
Sympathy don't amuse me, go get your uzi
And let's make a real movie
Play bad guy and good guy til the hood die
Toast yall cowards
Now I know the reason why Pac ain't really like most yall cowards
Im'a show you how to swing the chrome for real
Dog this year we gon' bring it home for real
What you wanna bet the llama'll squash you
I been had a white fan base before the signing of Marshall
Boy Kiss is thorough, hit your girl
Put it all up her stomach til she earl
Yall niggaz ain't nice ya lucky
So fuck it Im'a sell dope long as the price is lovely
And it ain't only the voice it's the bars of death
DMX and Jadakiss nigga guard ya chest
[Chorus]
[DMX]
When is they getting off our dicks, them niggaz is clowns
How many dogs you let go up, still getting down
Like 'face said, last of a dying breed
For stomach and I feed still trying to eat
Lead by greed that's when you fuck up
Yall niggaz gonna know when we hungry, you get stuck up
(What what?) What's up? Fuck a nigga yelling
Y-O motherfucker for real, yo 'Kiss tell 'em
[Jadakiss]
Shoot to kill, stomp niggaz out boot to grill
I'll give you a reason why I'm "The Truth" for real
niggaz can't fuck with Kiss, I mean that
Had to stop eating red meat cause I ate too many Beanie-Macs
I'm not one of them niggaz and since you so richeous
Don't make me send your ass to Ala quicker
niggaz gas you to force your hand
Realistically you just a worker and your boss is my man
[Chorus] - 2X
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6. _ Jada's Got a Gun
[Antoine Stanton]
In the streets [it's real]
shit it fuckin real out here [no doubt...]
niggas be hatin, violatin [fo sho, fuck it]
but you need to know... owww!
HOOK: E McCaine
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a GUN
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and RUN
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a GUN
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and RUN
[Verse 1]
and I been had one so don't forget that
357 Magnum wit no kickback
Put 'em all in your six pack for a big stack
and I never keep the money where I keep the clips at
Violatin get you one in your throat
you still datin your heat, but me and my guns elope
when I die bury me with the toast
in case I run into a little bit of drama wherever I go
and I won't hesitate, make you levitate
hit you with the titanium, 38, and it's featherweight
bullets like good dope how I keep 'em coming
kill a couple niggas then everybody want 'em
who gon' shoot and who gon' brawl
if push comes to shove everybody know, you gon' fall
and I got mine on me
the automatic or the 40 cali, or even the black glock nine on me
HOOK
[Verse 2]
I got a gun wit 200 shots
I'm the reason you moved your family to a whole new other block
I got shit that could wake up the deaf
that'll knock down the door and break up the steps
don't even bother wearin a vest
cuz these aint the kinda slugs that's gon' get lodged in your chest
gotta nighttime scope that could see through the walls
so just to get shit crackin I'ma tear up your dog
I'ma show you what's dumbin out
and you could believe whatever I shoot it's comin off or comin out
and don't even try runnin out
cuz the 44 mag'll leave your ass by another house
this is Jadakiss, I'm sprayin everything I see in my radius
the kids stay blazin shit
which gun is my favorite
I don't know I got 'em all from the old to the latest shit
HOOK
[Verse 3]
guns and the sneakers made Jada
the bitches and the reefer came later with the money and the haters
but I'm a humble kid
still put the pump in your baby mother mouth make her mumble where you live
25 years no felony I'm tellin y'all
why you think I saved it, to blow a nigga melon off
as a young boy always carried a cap gun
fell in love wit it first time I clapped one
now I'm a grown man more mature and pleasant
and like hittin niggas in the jaw with the desert
and everybody got a gun, why not me
you gotta keep it on you now it's just like I.D.
and I never seen a man cry til I seen a man shot
fuck pride, bullets is too damn hot
so if you aint got one then you gotta run
handle it, or tell the whole world that...
HOOK 2X
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7. _ On My Way
[Jadakiss] Aiyyo Swizz check it out I'm shoot over to Cali, yknahmsayin? Check this movie out Then I'ma check honey out Then I'ma fly back to N.Y., see what's goin on in the projects Then I'ma shoot down to Atlanta See how it's goin down in the Dirty Dirty Then I'ma shoot over to New Orleans, Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, Miami.. [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch (say what?) I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch (that's right) Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch - now I don't know, what you've been told But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch (say what?) I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch (that's right) Down in Miami done seen my bitch - now I don't know, what you've been told [Jadakiss] But I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch and do a movie but first I gotta read my script After that I get it poppin at the La Mentage I'm gettin skull in the Ferrari, bottom garage Then it's back to N.Y. to my project bitch She like to do it anywhere, a real hardhead bitch And she enjoy riffin when I'm gone but love when I say I'll be there in a minute, listen for the horn (beep beep beep) I'm down in Atlanta to see my bitch She go to college, she model, and she got chips Rock La Perla lingerie Tattoo on her ass that say that this belong's to Ja' Now I don't know, what you've been told But 'Kiss be blowin they mind and spendin they dough And I'm goin on a lil' trip, I'll be back Anybody lookin for me, just tell 'em that I'm [Chorus] [Jadakiss] I'm on my way to New Orleans, for one whole month to see my shorty in Magnolia, she got gold fronts We don't kiss; matter fact I only hit that once but she chill and she like to smoke big fat blunts Then I'm swingin through Detroit to see my boo You think you got every color mink? She got two And she just slapped a hundred on the toy Honey was a gangstress for real, gettin money off the board Then I'm hittin Chi-Town, soon as it die down Lay up in my chick's house, break a couple pies down Nobody can do this but 'Kiss, freeze.. .. music please (ahhh-hahhh!) Ahh, where was I? Oh yes Off to the Valley so I gotta go West My chick got the gold Benz and the gray Lex I hit her with a shirt on cause she got fake breasts, c'mon [Chorus] [Jadakiss] That I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch (yesss) She talkin shit on the celly like she that bitch (yesss) And this how you know it's definitely real When you drop the CL-6, then you knock Stephanie Mills When I get there, she gon' show me more than some brotherly love Top piece 'til I cum in her mug I'm tryin to leave and she givin me hell Told her bend over; I'ma crack that ass like the Liberty Bell [BONG!] Now I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch I oughta be there by breakfast if I leave by six And ain't nuttin stoppin Ja' I'ma get the puss, catch the Rockets game, then be on my way Now I'm down in Miami to see my bitch She got her own beauty salon, and she strip I'm proud of the girl, backside's out of this world The bitch perform; besides that, her lips was warm, c'mon [Chorus - 2X] [ad libs to fade] more free lyrics |
8. _ Knock Yourself Out
Uh-huh, you know where I'm takin this I'm takin it right there - they leave me no choice AOWWWWW!! Uh, uh, oh [Verse One] She said she was a model for a year and a half And if she took her pins out, then her hair would drop down to her calf I knew her man, he was just up North and would've got left up North, but he was the chef up North Anyway I'm K-I-double All I do is get dough, spit flows, try to stay out of trouble If you ready we could move, just lose your man or hit the dance floor, I'll show you how to do my dance Or I might let you play in the garden Or sit up in that white thing and listen to the greatest of Marvin The estate got six locations Take so long to get to the front once I missed probation And I hate to brag I know ya man really wouldn't like the Beretta but he'd hate the Mag And yeah here go a blank check, rock yourself out But in the mean time girl - knock yourself out [Chorus] Oh you modelin momma? (knock yourself out) Wanna let ya hair down? (knock yourself out) Oh you ready to move? (knock yourself out) Whatchu wanna sit in the Coupe? (knock yourself out) Wanna keep on dancin? (knock yourself out) Wanna run in my mansion? (knock yourself out) Sit in V.I.P.? (knock yourself out) Bitch you just wanna be seen (knock yourself out) [Verse Two] Now you can knock yourself out like you boxin yourself Or you can get real freaky start poppin yourself And my watch got so many rocks, when you look at the time it's sorta like you watchin yourself, uhh Front if you want, I puff a few blunts and take a cruise in a Porsche wit the trunk in the front She had the Jocko B'sure sandals, told her hop in The coupe blew her mind when she couldn't find the door handles Attitude very high maintence; check this out ma I'm runnin out of my patience Don't sleep wit me? Then don't speak wit me And neva talk bad bout niggaz that eat wit me [Chorus] [Verse Three] Aiyyo, honey know I'm waitin to leave Keep dancin, cause I like how that ass shake in them capris I'm like Big wit the murder mamis up in Belize but I'll still fuck a chickenhead like Lil' Cease I don't care if they model, bet they all gon' chill First nigga to cook base on a Foreman grill And you might win some, but you just lost one Kiss +Miseducates+ 'em like Lauryn Hill [Chorus - (Fades)] more free lyrics |
9. _ Feel Me (Skit)
Uh huh... All I want you to do is feel me... Why take time out, to give you the real me... Uh, uh, uh Ayo I grew up very athletic, hard headed thought I knew everything, wanted to do everything I was spoiled, stubborn, the only child so the only thing I could do was hold it down Now this is something that I could tell you that's no bullshit I always been wicked with the flow since a lil kid my first addiction, GI Joes and icies after that it was light skinned girls and Nikes breeze through junior high school, then high school couple of semesters of college and then night school Moms start riffin, talkin 'bout how she can't support a grown man so the god start flippin Pops used to say shit, but never to me much was like he wasn't even there cuz we aint agree much used to be gone for whole weeks at a time puffin one eleven, used to roll three out a dime then I found myself sleepin in late, doin nothing fuckin, runnin with the niggas that was hustlin shop wasn't open then, niggas was workin for a pair of Jordans the next two weeks they was broke again me and K keep havin talks of gettin coke again but the block was crowded we waitin for an openin meanwhile shit still slow we still flowin never stop or look back we still goin Bop passed the demo to Mary then she passed it to cousin We thought it was on but it wasn't and we can't blame nobody look at us now dog, we came in the game nobodies Double R and Interscope, put that cake up and we aint go platinum but we made niggas wake up got 'em all talkin 'bout pumpin the brick and they only go and see papi to get somethin to sniff I'm 'bout to fuck the game up for real like in the World Series nigga that parachute down in the field I don't rap I provide you bars and the pain is invisible, but you can't hide the scars so y'all never be on the level that we're on ability to have dope thoughts and spit heroin I'm good just wakin up That's how I know I got one more chance to go and cash in and cake it up... more free lyrics |
10. _ I'm A Gangsta
[HOOK 2X: Jadakiss and Parle] I'm a gangsta Yeah, motherfucker I'm a thug Uh, please believe I'm a pimp girl C'mon, let's go and I'm a hustler, a hustler do it, do it, do it... [Verse 1] Yo, I'm a gangsta, cuz I do gangsta shit matter fact from now on call me gangsta Kiss you already know I handle my business slay you then your man before the first candle's finished feel good when I walk through the hood best part is, I don't gotta flow I just talk to the hood and I do alotta readin, and only eat pasta shrimp fettucini, and pine a la vaca came here talkin slick, all that real shit that's why I'm somethin to deal wit even though I wanted Gore to win I can fuck with Bush though, cuz he gon let the raw come in bigger the boss, bigger the picture bullets is bisexual, cuz they hit niggas and bitches in a Deville with dubs in the back on a cell phone riffin I'm all of the above just listen [HOOK] [Verse 2] Yo, I'm a thug so I blow on weed get money like it grow on trees have all these hoes roll on E some of my niggas even stole on D's work 12 hour shifts, just gimme the word I get 12 cowards hit, never givin a fuck 18's on the Coupe, deuce O's on the truck tell P hold the hammer while I handle the dice shoot him in his bandanna he aint gamblin right I need a 360 Medina, charcoal gray treat my guns like my dogs, let 'em bark all day in a three floor condo with the spiral stairs made it past the front desk, then the rifle's here I'm the motherfuckin big shot, I get down wit a 17, 16, 10 and a six shot fuck with Kiss get your wig rocked and if you're smart you'll bounce when my motherfuckin shit drop [HOOK] [Verse 3] Yo, I'm a pimp girl catch me at the bar with a bottle of Cuervo mami's rubbin my webo and this is what got me the ass honey said her drink was hot so I put my watch in her glass then she aint even wanna get breakfast she just wanna hop right up in the truck and get reckless top from the club all the way to the exit ask me her name, couldn't tell you if I guessed it my bitches don't know nothing, don't say nothing and they pay for everything, I don't pay nothing I'm a white tee pimp, fresh headband dirty denim, Timbaland, or a Nike pimp I like to eat shrimp, and I don't keep a broad long enough to love 'em now dog that's some deep shit cuz I don't believe in hoes explorin no matter how bad you are you gone in the mornin [HOOK] more free lyrics |
11. _ Feel Me [skit]
Uh huh...
All I want you to do is feel me...
Why take time out, to give you the real me...
Uh, uh, uh
Ayo I grew up very athletic, hard headed
thought I knew everything, wanted to do everything
I was spoiled, stubborn, the only child
so the only thing I could do was hold it down
Now this is something that I could tell you that's no bullshit
I always been wicked with the flow since a lil kid
my first addiction, GI Joes and icies
after that it was light skinned girls and Nikes
breeze through junior high school, then high school
couple of semesters of college and then night school
Moms start riffin, talkin 'bout how she can't support a grown man
so the god start flippin
Pops used to say shit, but never to me much
was like he wasn't even there cuz we aint agree much
used to be gone for whole weeks at a time
puffin one eleven, used to roll three out a dime
then I found myself sleepin in late, doin nothing
fuckin, runnin with the niggas that was hustlin
shop wasn't open then, niggas was workin for a pair of Jordans
the next two weeks they was broke again
me and K keep havin talks of gettin coke again
but the block was crowded we waitin for an openin
meanwhile shit still slow we still flowin
never stop or look back we still goin
Bop passed the demo to Mary then she passed it to cousin
We thought it was on but it wasn't
and we can't blame nobody
look at us now dog, we came in the game nobodies
Double R and Interscope, put that cake up
and we aint go platinum but we made niggas wake up
got 'em all talkin 'bout pumpin the brick
and they only go and see papi to get somethin to sniff
I'm 'bout to fuck the game up for real like in the World Series
nigga that parachute down in the field
I don't rap I provide you bars
and the pain is invisible, but you can't hide the scars
so y'all never be on the level that we're on
ability to have dope thoughts and spit heroin
I'm good just wakin up
That's how I know I got one more chance to go and cash in and cake it up...
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12. _ Keep Ya Head Up
[kid trying to sound like he's crying] [Jadakiss] Whattup little man? What's the matter? [lil' man] I wish I didn't have to be here [Jadakiss] It's not that bad.. Could always be worse, yaknahmsayin? All you gotta do, is stay in school Anything you wanna do you could do yaknahmsayin baby? No matter what though, gotta keep your head up to the sky [Jadakiss] This goes out to, all the infants in this cold world that was born addicted And to all the section eight kids Just remember these four words y'all - we gon' make it The government keep on tryin to fool us The system, keep on tryin to lose us And all we can do is keep buyin computers And (?) all now 'fore it start goin down We gotta hold our head, keep our pride Though it hurts when I see people sleep outside Little babies with no socks on, eatin popcorn We all know what they moms and they pops on Out go the love when the drugs come They never got nuttin for Christmas, and they ain't Muslim This is a jewel, a lot of us was them This is a jewel, a lot of us was them [Chorus: Ann Nesby] Your head to the sky.. my my, my You can win - you can win - if you keep your head As long as you keep - your head - your head to the sky My my, my.. [Jadakiss] Uhh, to my lockdown niggaz keep your head in the sky To my shot down niggaz keep your head in the sky I don't know if it's better to ride, or better to die And that's why there's red in my eye Cause people don't know what the ghetto is like Either you make it out, or the terrible life I don't wanna be a broke bastard And everybody in the hood got somebody in they fam' with a coke habit You work for minimum wage I'ma get in the game, get shot or a bid in the cage It's a risk I gotta take - and I'ma be the nigga with the bricks and the stash and the biscuit outta state And even though I'm blessed with the gift I gotta move cause the pain and the sickness gotta wait I go extremely hard - why let up? And I can breathe long as I keep my head up [Chorus w/ minor variations] [Jadakiss] Uhh, uhh - uh-huh, uhh - uh.. Aiyyo I come from a place where it's three strikes out And your life's on the line, so we iced out Summertime gettin money, three dice out Tanktops, and jean shorts, we Niked out Headbands, and four wheelers Jeeps and Coupes and convos, about who know more killers It's all wrong but it's all right It's a small world; matter fact it's a small life We all trip but the way to survive is hold your head and make sure you fall right And it's a quite fact, that whatever goes around comes right back It's just like that And we tryin to touch major paper Everybody in the struggle it gets greater later Never say can't, it's better to try And you can breathe long as you keep your head in the sky [Ann Nesby] Don't you let nobody stop you, mm Heyy, heyyy, yeahhh! [Chorus - 2X w/ variations] [ad libs and Chorus by Ann Nesby to the end] more free lyrics |
13. _ Put Ya Hands Up
Turn the fuckin beat on! Ha!! Yeah, we back! (?) I had to switch back to Dom Perignon in rap baby! Cock-and-run to stay in the business Son of a bitch! Double R, look at me now motherf.. Two-thousand-and-one, "Kiss the Game Goodbye" - let's get it on! [Jadakiss] It's the J-A-D-A I got beef with the feds and the D-A I got footage in the game press replay I got bitches in the club all over me ma take it e-asy And y'all scared I can tell and I'ma get Buckss like Milwaukee cause like +Sam+ I +Can-sell+ I'm that nigga y'all know that Bang you in tha yard then slide off on the early go back In the streets I flash the cannon like Kodak And I spray threes so say cheese Already told you I'm lookin for enemies Double R so of course it's better I love cornrows and Farrah Fawcett feathers It's a message in a glass bottle read the letter Money in the bank membership Visa sweaters And we ride or d-i-e together [Chorus 1] Uh uh come on put ya hands up Nah, fuck that put ya hands down (ahh) Come on put ya hands up Nah, fuck that put ya hands down [Jadakiss] Y'all know I got the master flow, fast or slow Y'all wanna know who the best is aks ya hoe The honies don't lie they love it And they cop for real trust me dogg the thugs will dub it 'Kiss hit you with consecutive hot shit Therefore nobody never gon' spit like I spit Get money just to walk through off the books So when you mention my name shit is off the hook Shirts is off, titties is out And you know I'm there the hardest niggas in the city is out I'm in the club ice over the thermal waitin for you to try me When the lights get low I'ma burn you Start with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt with the hood rats then pop models Gotta slay two or more, ma that's our motto And y'all might get down with the team if y'all swallow [Chorus 2 (longer and diferent fill in)] [Jadakiss] (Muahh) Kiss the game goodbye, the game is mine You thought wrong change ya mind I'm the nigga that'll pop the king and scoop the queen and take over the town with a ruthless team New S-Type wagon, future green Gun heavy pants saggin I'm used to cream Who you know can make a million dollar bail on cash Never did a day and got the jails on smash, K-I double I move the perico quick, and just let manteca bubble 'Kiss been a boss, y'all just start workin Now put ya hands up 'til ya arms start hurtin Don't put 'em down 'til I tell you Whoever wanna be hard headed then find out what the shells do Now you can put 'em down if you want But soon as the hook come back put 'em up [Chorus 3 (then fade)] more free lyrics |
14. _ Cruisin'
"I wanna.." [scratch] uhh "I wanna.." [sung] Cruisin baby (c'mon) [Snoop] Cruise with me, cruise with me [sung] Come ride with me (ride with me) [Snoop] Ride, ride [sung] Cruisin baby - come smoke with me (smoke with me) [sung] Cruisin baby (c'mon) [sung] Roll down these streets (bounce) [Snoop] Bounce (yeah) [Jadakiss] Yo, yo "I wanna.." take a trip to the Beverly Center and scoop a mean model broad up dawg and get head in the renter Gotta take her home, clean her up before I can finish Cause ain't no pussy worth gettin burnt while I'm up in it Then I made her roll up while I was runnin a bath And she said she do X, I gave her one and a half Let her get her roll on and made her jump in the bath I left her standin there sayin.. haha "I wanna.." come through in the orange M5 And I got them things in the trunk and they goin for ten-five It could and it will get ugly, but so what? No matter how it go down, the hood'll still love me Never cut broads, I let everybody hit 'em My bullets is like chicken pox, everybody get 'em You know Ja' blow pud-dy, lookin for somethin to slay Mixin the 'gnac with Ocean Spray, c'mon "I wanna.." [sung] Cruisin baby - come ride with me [Snoop] Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me [sung] Cruisin baby - come smoke with me [Snoop] Smoke with me, smoke with me, smoke with me [sung] Cruisin baby - roll down these streets [Snoop] Roll with me, roll with me, roll with me [sung] with me.. [Snoop Dogg] "I wanna.." bust a bitch upside her motherfuckin head for talkin shit to a pimp Limp on 'em, flip on 'em, dip on 'em Crip on 'em, and put this motherfuckin dick on 'em This sorta fish called a bitch oughta hush up Rolled a fat blunt and smoked this motherfuckin dope up Cause you know what? (Whattup?) Shit a nigga know you're so tough, but bitch I wanna go fuck "I wanna.." take you upstairs, and do dat dere Hell motherfuckin yeah See I'm a real player and I won't waste your time I've been a starter, I ain't never sat the fuckin pine Stay on the frontline, it's all by de-sign Nigga done the crizzime, ain't never dropped a dizzime Everything is fizzine, rollin up a dizzime D-O-double-G I got bitches waitin in lizzine "I wanna.." [sung] Cruisin baby - come ride with me [Snoop] Ride with me, ride with me, ride with me [sung] Cruisin baby - come smoke with me [Snoop] Smoke with me, smoke with me, smoke with me [sung] Cruisin baby - roll down these streets [Snoop] Roll with me, roll with me, roll with me [sung] with me.. [Jadakiss] Uh-huh, yeah.. yeah.. "I wanna.." do the club thing like in and out in an hour And then I'm back home bangin shorty out in the shower Check it I'm chasin the Henny with Coronas She got in her mind that, she gon' get some Fendi if I bone her (eh-eh) Backshot was murder from the rear And she gave me mean top, while I blew the purple in her hair Oh yeah, after I nutted I was a goner And still got honey thinkin that "I wanna.." automatic start on the Aston Martin Can't beat 'Kiss cause you ain't got half the heart an' get you hit on the inside for half a carton Couple of suits - dawg, we fuckin with loot I got enough dough to chill in court But I know dudes with twenty-five in and they still ain't short But never mind that, we can't lose Pour another drink, roll another dutch up We gon' cruise, let's go "I wanna.." [sung] Cruisin baby - come ride with me [Snoop] Yeah, cruise, cruise.. gangsta, gangsta.. [sung] Cruisin baby - come smoke with me [Snoop] Yea yea, yea yea.. yea yea, gangsta, gangsta.. [sung] Cruisin baby - roll down these streets [Snoop] Cruise.. lay low.. hold it down y'all [sung] with me.. [Snoop] Hold it hold it hold it down, hold it down y'all "I wanna.." [Snoop] Yea yea, hold it down .. "I wanna.." more free lyrics |
15. _ We Gonna Make It
[Jadakiss] Uh, uh... Fuck... the.. frail shit Uh, cuz when my coke come in They gotta use the scales that they weigh the whales wit [Styles] Carsons on the jeep, but Gotti made the prototype Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo light [JK] Determined niggas make it Kickin down the door and we burnin niggas naked [SP] The house costs a million, sittin on the beach and the only thing I know if it's furnished I'ma take it [JK] My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 We got the shit that the government got Talkin money then you rubbin the spot [SP] Real niggas say that they be wildin We on the Caiman islands On a yacht wit our favorite albums [JK] a bad hoe and a plate of salmon Smokin and drinkin nigga is you thinkin that our fate is violent [SP] I love my nigga for the fact that he real and nobody on the faculty squeal, what [JK] and if you facin capital pun, pass me a gun and I'ma give you time to run, while I rapidly peel, uh [HOOK 3X: Jadakiss] We gon make it we gon make it, we gon make it [JK] I learned the game quickly, and I don't like to rent So when I fly now I bring my cars on the plane wit me In this case who's the loser [SP] ran through enough coke for Castro to build schools in Cuba Teachin kids how to read and write and use the ruger [JK] Motherfuckin niggas is back, Jada and P We got water, (X, haze) Plus weight in the D and I'm tired of hearin about old niggas that had it and be the same old niggas that ratted [Who cares?] Talkin 'bout how we hawk niggas in they fuckin back [SP] Gun works official but niggas don't be wantin that [Why?] Cuz they puss and they mans is lame [JK] We so for real in the hood we make candy rain [SP] I could easily send you to God [JK] But come and see me at the Plaza Hotel I might give you a job If you can't remember the name All you gotta do is ask the dame for the niggas that deliver it hard... [HOOK] [JK] Ja- da- mwa, I'll kiss you you bitch ass nigga That the hood won't miss you you bitch ass nigga Might find your man dead in the ocean [SP] He be aight though [JK] You know dead rappers get better promotion Why we don't laugh at death, and cry at birth Never say you can't do it til you try it first Be the young niggas eager to pull it but it's a message in everything trust me, even a bullet Go to war with the eight and the pound Think you got your ear to the street now, put your face in the ground Cuz my shells is expensive You'll know exactly why when you yellin in intensive my fellas is offensive Lucky cuz I got guns that crack your back but that's not what I prefer I manufacture crack and, niggas turn bitch when you show 'em the steel but we know how to bid so y'all go 'head and squeal I'm comfortable far from home Eatin right, gettin good rest either on the far or the foam I'm the reason niggas got deals the past few years Sound anything like Kiss then sign right here and, y'all just talkin, I'm doin it well Jadakiss motherfucker I'ma see you in hell, what [HOOK] more free lyrics |
16. _ What You Ride For?
[Fiend] WHOMP! WHOMP! [Chorus: Fiend] What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE! I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (WHOMP!) What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE! I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (WHOMP! WHOMP!) [Fiend] Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call on a G Prices cut (?) when you ballin on me Sleepy I'll fuck all over your jones, holla at my cousin for zones He don't communicate with Fiend unless you're buildin a home Hustler kill on his momma, before he short me Shoot him in his heart then go take it to heart, see gon' mob me (?) Ghetto red hot, seventeen ward block Yes I issue more shit for you to cop, then store it by the docks Hide the fun if you can't afford cops So ain't no tellin where your boy rots I employ Rotts that be wildin off the rocks Speak in fives - like gimme what you got And still pop a nigga ass from the rooftop And still catch the 'Kiss performance later with The L.O.X. We real raw - my dog collar signin with the R and R Fuck with me you blow up with your car, (?) [Yung Wun] How come I don't stop in this You wanna ride get in and get gone, gotta get my thug on You wanna war? Okay.. alright.. bring it on Touch me, you ashes (boy) I'ma leave you gaseous (uh-huh) I'm a ghetto bastard if I want it let me have it (woo!) You play the game raw, I make a fuckin mess (BLAOW!) You play thug in the streets I'm wavin at your chest (nigga) You heard about me boy, you don't want no drama I make it hard for you to breathe in the streets while finessin your baby momma - get your mind right shawty while you poppin that X, I'ma pop yo' chest And leave you dead in the party like soakin wet That's what happens when you flex In the A-T-L shawty don't be caught in the hype I make two phone calls from a pay phone and there go your life [Chorus - 2X] [Eightball] Yeah I, lock shit like a, big pimp nigga Eight mackin with no, fake shit nigga Coast to coast tossin hoes with my clique nigga Stick my clip in, and do a hit for 'Kiss nigga Dirty money - the only way for this nigga Hustle after hustle - tryin to be a rich nigga If I get caught up, I'll never be a snitch nigga We pimpin hard charge it all to a bitch nigga Under my denim is a big fo'-fifth nigga Fuckin with me is like, jumpin off a cliff nigga And I don't practice I was born with this gift nigga Pure pimpin from my brain to my lips nigga Sticky green takes my mind on a trip nigga In A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps nigga We call 'em slabs in New York they call 'em whips nigga One hundred baby - Eightball gotta dip nigga [Jadakiss] Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh Uh, uh - yo when I'm loadin the clips, niggaz I hate, face be on 'em That's why I stopped coppin the guns with safeties on 'em When I touch down, call me up, I'm on the porch with the mac, servin niggaz "Eightballs" and up You wanna know why niggaz is broke, because they hate money The rims that I'm sittin on is in they late twenties Bitches wanna see me holla at 'em, throw a dollar at 'em and if they hustle throw some hard or some powder at 'em This is for my South niggaz Gold and platinum ice in they mouth niggaz LET'S RIDE OUT NIGGAZ Everybody gon' follow the bitches until they realize, bullets gon' follow the stitches On the other hand, shit is real low, it's a fact that nine out of ten niggaz mouths get 'em killed though What you ride for? What you die for? Cause I got some niggaz and some bitches that's my word that I kill for [Chorus - 2X] more free lyrics |
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