Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Air It Out, artist - Jadakiss. Album song Kiss Of Death, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ruff Ryders
Song language: English
Air It Out |
Work wit me |
I wanna thank y’all fa comin out |
Tonight |
Dis iz sum reel' shit |
Ah--hah |
First things first |
When a nigga money ain’t right |
That makes things worst |
Now he’s just breathing he can barely manage |
And he’s way past starvin |
He’s really famished |
His right-hand man is up north, that’s hurtin em |
His cellphone bout to cut off, Sprint jerkin em |
And his baby moms startin to do her thing again |
She left him for a nigga pumpin e up in Binghamton |
If his money is right than maybe he can diss her |
But he can’t, and niggas is breakin his little sister |
His pops just passed |
His mom use to be an occasional sniffer |
Then she started fuckin with the gas |
Dude use to be a star back then |
He had the Benz CL something |
But he just turned his car back in |
Mad carets pawned all his rings |
Took this thing next thing I know |
Money pawned all his bling |
Now he just like everybody |
With the same old plans |
That can’t get over the hump |
With the same old grams |
They was on the block making fun of him |
He slid off came back with his hammer and killed everyone of em |
Cause when I come through clear it out |
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out |
When I come through clear it out |
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out |
When I come through clear it out |
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out |
When I come through clear it out |
Play the sideline and observe |
On D I go man to man |
I know niggas with an asshole |
Full of parole that go hand in hand |
Fuck hot thats humidity |
And you can’t mix money with stupidity |
Even though I get my coke from Colombia |
My cars from Germany |
And my guns from Sicily |
Nothin personal but I was raised different |
Hold my joint sideways so I blaze different |
Give it to anybody fuck an age difference |
From those in the world to those in the cage riffing |
Rub the kite on your chest and swallow the stamp |
At the end of the day they still gonna follow the champ |
It ain’t about being lyrical |
Cause when I get in the booth |
I make miracles and I ain’t stared at you |
But I’m in tune with the hood so I’m better than you |
And when you see me comin you know what is better to do |
Can’t lie all I got is my balls and my vocals |
And the only security I roll wit is my social |
It don’t look decent |
It’s like niggas left they crew in the hood |
And went on the road with the precinct |
Had it up to here with this fake shit |
They don’t even want a nigga to earn his |
Just give and take shit |
Just make sure you mention my name in da top brackets |
And make sure you mention your name as the top faggot |
Trust me this go around I will not have it |
I putting niggas heads to bed like Craftmatics |
How you think your man died |
More money than respect |
And it wasn’t close it was by a landslide |
Listen my nigga your work is sloppy |
And I don’t love them hoes but the purple got me |
If I don’t don’t do it with music I’mma do it wit poppy |
Just play the sideline and observe and watch me |
Let’s go |