[Jada]Load Up
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[Hook]
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Why can't you be man enough (ahahaha)
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to tell me where your coming from (oh oh)
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(yea where you at nigga?)
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(load up nigga)
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(whooo ahahaha)
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[Verse 1 = Jada]
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Yo, can't really figure this clown out
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where is he from Jamaca, Queens, Cali or down south? (where you from?)
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and i could let an LA gun hit 'em
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but Grape Street already told me you pay 'em to run wit' 'em (?)
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i could let a New York knife poke 'em
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with 1 of my throw aways but i don't wanna see no cops smoke 'em
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uh somebody tell Pa we ridin' (we ridin')
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and get read to auction of the car he die in (Ebay)
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whenever we bump heads, since you like havin' people witchu
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getchu a hospital with bunk beds (hahaha)
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without Dr.Dre you would just make slow jams
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come up outta that witness protection program (??)
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Hov don't really respect you, get in ya place
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if Big was alive he'da probably spit in ya face
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Nas been doin' just fine without you (esco)
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and pac probably woulda made an album about you (yea)
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so i guess that just leaves me here to get rid of you
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and Rakim an 'em they don't even consider you (uh uh)
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Em know you aint got nothin' for jada (nothin')
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and i know he appreciates all the money you made 'em
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it's two thousand and 5 nobody fights fair (uh uh)
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i just know an instrumentals ya worse nightmare
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but you tough and you bad too bad you mad (yea)
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probably been in ya own hood more than you have (ok)
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yea you sold more records than me
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but in the streets you gon' always be second to me
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we was damn near feelin' you (uh huh)
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even though ya careers is based on somebody damn near killin' you
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shit you be doin' aint even considered rappin' to us (nah)
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this is probably the best thing to happen to us
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the best wanksta, internet gangsta, magazine mobster
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shit on ya whole roster (uh)
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get ready to say hail mary's and our fathers
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get out ya black suits and hard bottoms
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haha and don't worry i got 'em
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he aint a problem child just a child with a problem (D-Block ahaha)
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[Hook]
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(ahaha)
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Why can't you be man enough (we love it nigga)
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to tell me where your coming from (lets go)
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(0-5)(SP)
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[Verse 2 = Styles P]
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D-Block don't think it nigga (D-Block)
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take a piss in ya formula 50, drink it nigga
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get shot out the reeboks nigga
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got shot and aint shoot nothin' back, yous a biatch nigga (yous a bitch)
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if i woulda got shot on grandmas stoop
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i'd woulda aired somebody grandma duke, right? (ha)
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in the streets they say "50 who shot ya?"
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named 3 niggas soon as he came out the doctor (you told 'em)(come on)
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and you far from a gangsta nigga
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you was talkin' bout yaself when you made wanksta nigga (haha)
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listen, why work out cock guns on the DVD (why)
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run around with cops from homicide and TNT? (cops)
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nigga you can suck my dick
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come around without cops shits on you gon' get touched quick (you get touched)
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cuz i was at the vibe when it jumped off, put 50 grand up
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you pussy you aint even lift a hand up (you didn't do shit)
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ya man stabbed somethin', police grabbed somethin'
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but besides that i aint see nobody man up (??)
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shit what the plot is about? (what?)
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cuz you know that you don't need a dentist to get shot in the mouth (uh uh)
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and the hood hate ya shit but you hot in the south
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it's the crackas that buy the album whats the plottin about? (whats it about)
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many men make a wish but we aint many men (uh uh)
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so you gon' get death when we let them semis spit (what?)
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[Hook]
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Why can't you be man enough
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to tell me where your coming from...x2
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Problem Child
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Jadakiss |