What’s the deally, yo?
I gotta squeeze the juice outta the headphones
(Jadakiss…)
Yeah (L.O.X.)
Squeeze the juice outta the headphones
Yo, yo, yo
When you think of me ,you think of a problem
“Who? What? When?” and how you gonna solve ’em
Automatic or revolving
The K-I-double-S and, here’s the lesson
Most beams is infrared, but mines is fluorescent
No matter where you go, I’ma spot you
No matter how many people you put me in front of, I’ma rock you
And if you try to be the hard top, I’ma drop you
I got to, treat you like the clutch, and pop you
Creep through in the 4-20 with your honey
‘Cause you ain’t nothin’ but a playboy that turned bunny
And the only the thing left to discuss is more money
In these bullshit games, these chickens, try to run me
Y’all know y’all can’t touch us, I flow luscious
It’s so real I make her hop out, and get the Dutches
I’m sittin’ on a thousand birds, and I hide from the cameras (Why?)
‘Cause a picture’s worth a thousand words
And y’all herbs, y’all get what y’all deserve
Y’all do the catering while we just get served
And you got some nerve for P.H.in’ Jason
Do you have any idea who you facin’?
Just something about my shit, you’ll never figure out
It’s too hot, burning my mouth, that’s why I spit it out
It must be real hard for y’all to listen
And it’s sad, niggas is too broke to pay attention
Chillin’, sittin’ on about half a million
And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealing
Chillin’, sittin’ on about half a million
And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealing
Ayo, niggas know the line of work, bulletproof designer shirt
Rolling with a China doll, she’ll be reminding y’all
Don of the underworld, every block monitored, of course
Jadakiss and L-O-X boss
A pro ’cause I grow off the shit that I absorb
You just another so-and-so, tryin’ to flow, going broke
You tryna buy property, set it up for growing coke
Niggas making a movie, so I came to edit
Wiping everybody out, right before the credits
I’m a hard guy to get along with, get on a song with
When shit be going right, I flip into the wrong shit
The prime artist, expect me to rhyme hardest
Slash con-artist, gonna get mine regardless
I ain’t even big and I size niggas up
‘Cause they eyes give ’em up, look at ’em and see they butt
I’m 22 with 10 in, so there that go
You hear that flow that drove the underground wacko
Ever since 12, I’ve been spittin’ like tobacco
Relax though, pop the tape, CD, and the wax, though
They wonder how, but the thing about ours
We open up 24 hours
Niggas don’t sleep or eat, so when they speak, it mean power
So you should keep quiet, you a coward
About to be laid out flat, and pushing up flowers
Chillin’, sittin’ on about half a million
And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealing
Chillin’, sittin’ on about half a million
And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealing
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