(Jadakiss solo)
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[Intro]
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AHH!!
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They tryin-they comin' for my head po (uh)
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They're tryin' to put pressure on a nigga
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Huh, short notice (uh-huh)
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Got sumpin' for them niggaz though (uh-huh)
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Yo
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[Verse 1]
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I'm like the Dow Jones of rap, my stocks is high
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And it never was all of, so stop the lies
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Mothafuckas'll blow your brains out, and watch you bleed
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The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em watch your seed
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You got a dead niggaz, money don't stop the greed
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That's why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3
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And whoever die first, may god forgive
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the nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your biz
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To my niggaz when I die, keep inhalin' the lye
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And come to my wake high, when your tellin' me bye
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What goes around comes around, am I comin' or goin'?
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All i'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, gunnin' or flowin'
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I might cock-back the gauge, and start shootin' at 'cha people
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I'm lookin for the devil 'cuz money's the root of evil
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And 'Kiss won't be happy 'til my bezel look see-thru
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Until I flood N-Y with pediquo and diesle
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Catch me with the top, off my whip
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Bust my gun while it's still tucked so you could hop, off my dick
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I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice
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Blue pacholies and rolies
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At the mob meetin', keep quite when the God speakin'
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Squeeze my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' palm squeakin'
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And nevermind who the lox'll sign to (that's right)
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What difference do it make nigga?
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Just listen to the tape nigga (c'mon)
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[Chorus]
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Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die (uh)
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Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry (uh-huh)
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Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes (yeah)
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Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes (uh)
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Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block (uh-huh)
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Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop (tell 'em)
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Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really don't expect (naw)
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'Cuz when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death
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[Verse 2]
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Yeah, Yo, Yo
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I wanna know, is the promise land heaven or hell?
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'Cuz the niggaz that made promises, most of them fell
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If you hungry, then I got some niggaz servin' the shells
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With no sauce, and they silver, only take one to kill you
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It's a small world, so you better guard your secrets
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And it's easy to get money, but it's hard to keep it
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Never was the one that like to hound no bitch
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All I do is try to keep niggaz around me rich
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Screw all-a-y'all cowards, I consider you lames
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Had to save my lunch money just to get in the game
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That was back when I used-ta have a mean back-spin
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And no mack-10, it was just bats then
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U know, beat a nigga down, take his rope
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Now we-a, heat a nigga down, take his coke
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And you can call me if you wanna bye them thangs
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I get 'em half-price 'cuz papi know my name
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Call me, Jay to the mmwwaa
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And everything you got in your livin room, I got in my car
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'Cept for the bar
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I try to put a little money away
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'Cuz you know they say, tommorrow ain't promised today
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Either bubblin' or strugglin', nuttin between
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Or have a grimie nigga like me, fuckin' ya Queen
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And the Kiss only do shit with niggaz I know (that's right)
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And the outside nigga can't fuck up my flow (c'mon)
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[Chorus]
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Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die
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Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry
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Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes
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Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes
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Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block
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Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop
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Everthing you get, you really don't expect
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'Cuz when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death
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Uh
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Kiss of Death
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The LOX |