Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Time I See You , by - Jadakiss. Release date: 06.08.2001
Song language: English
It's Time I See You |
| Yeah! |
| Yeah! |
| Yeah! |
| Fuck y’all niggas talkin 'bout huh? |
| Get it right, you faggot niggas heard Suge Knight |
| Double R’s the only niggas he respect and, y’all niggas shook right? |
| y’all get on Hot 97 and, talk wit a baritone |
| wit two niggas downstairs wit? |
| licensed guns? |
| to take y’all home |
| scared ass niggas, you think they gon take a life so they can get life |
| ask Puff they aint tryin to hear that nigga |
| for no cake, and y’all can get at us on Labor Day |
| we make stones that say? |
| your moms labor day |
| I’m in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of handheld don’t hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers |
| I’m a Bronx gangsta nigga, double R’s hoodrat |
| the nigga they come get quick bitch, on this hood shit |
| Y’all bitches think the ryders a joke, well I don’t play |
| I blow you whole fuckin shit up like Tim McVeigh |
| gimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today |
| Cross comin y’all better get the fuck out the way |
| I aint the shit that you see that’s on the top of your church |
| I put a bomb in your baby carriage, brick through your hearse |
| Tell your CEO, don’t call my CEO apologizin |
| I’m at your wake in the choir standin harmonizin |
| It’s Infa-Red the shit that be on top of the heater |
| The best thing in New York since Steinbrenner signed Jeter |
| hold Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reef |
| so stop frontin vegetarian just scared of beef |
| Yo, ay suck my dick bitch, the way this chick spit ridickliss |
| Here we go again, only we on Kiss shit |
| we comin and you keep runnin |
| you keep claimin you the best that done it pussy let me see somethin |
| fake niggas screamin Ryde or Die |
| same niggas we run up on and make 'em cry |
| outta all the camps in this game, nigga |
| we the champs in this game |
| who kick the real shit before the fame |
| fuck you fat ass, fake bad ass niggas |
| still play the hood while you ride past niggas |
| coward trust me, we keep it gutter |
| hope you stay mad a hater cuz you can’t touch us, huh |
| It’s time I see you… |
| Ayo, I aint got a care in the world |
| Kidnappin your kid, maimin your mom, and airin your girl |
| and like, you aint got a care in the world |
| I’m hopeless and numb, I can’t see but I can focus my gun |
| and I’m down for smokin blunts to the head |
| my nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head |
| I’m the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now |
| I’m the nigga that they talk about goin to Chao |
| and my name ring bells, my blade stay bloody |
| if you heard about me beefin dog I leave the most shells |
| the nigga to salute, the quickest to shoot |
| Holiday Styles, motherfucker, givin you pound |
| What? |
| Like I won’t run up and break your jaw |
| like they make a vest for your head to stop the 4 |
| I’m tired of rappin, let’s get the mack and send niggas on vacation |
| right in front of the radio station |
| motherfuckers aint quiet til the tech go off |
| arteries hitted, hawkin, they neck is shit |
| I’m the motherfuckin hardest |
| I smack the shit out of any one of your artists |
| whatever the label |
| y’all niggas don’t want beef, y’all want meat at the table |
| and I don’t give a fuck, Sheek’ll do life in the box |
| before any of y’all bitch niggas front on the LOX |
| What? |
| Motherfuckers, c’mon |
| Yo, If I miss your head and your neck, I’ll hurt your chest |
| if you from the streets betrayal is worse than death |
| and I’m known for gettin money, not known for wildin |
| but I’m real I could rock both phones in the island |
| this is how we even the bets |
| I kill everything you love dog, right now, even the pets |
| everything got dubs on it, even the vets |
| 50 close, then 50 wide, even the sets |
| cuz the bullets is like calisthenics when I’m squirtin |
| when they start hurtin, that means they workin |
| only way we comin is hard |
| industry is like jail nigga, double R’s runnin the yard, uh |