| Jadakiss: D-Block, Double R, Time Is Money…
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| Niggas is cowards. |
| Load up nigga
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| Styles P: Let’s go
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| J: Yo, we woulda been killed you
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| S: Why even bother, nigga?
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| J: You ratted on Prim
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| S: He prolly ya father, nigga
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| J: In New York you was never a don
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| S: Niggas knew you was a rat when you made Ghetto Koran
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| J: Had names in the daily news
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| S: Shot you nine times
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| J: You could barely move
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| S: D-Block got the tenth shot
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| J: Fuck it…
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| S: Let’s air the dude
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| You dissed Ja Rule
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| J: Took his style and ran wit it
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| S: Singin' on the hooks the same
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| J: Bitch you done Scanned wit it
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| S: And don’t try to diss a D-Block crook
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| J: Fuck sales, you hear your boss on a D-Block hook
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| We do shows in New York
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| S: Nigga we not shook
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| J: If it’s war get the four
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| S: Put his head to the floor
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| J: So we can show his faggot man how his Reeboks look
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| S: And you could all die in an instant
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| J: For instance…
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| S: Tre pound leave ya ass smokin' like incense
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| J: The four pound’ll make ya man smoke like a Winston
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| Shots fired
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| J: Man in a hole nigga
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| Shots fired
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| S: Tell G Unit to roll, nigga
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| Shots fired
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| J: Nine times? |
| The tenth one’ll do it to him
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| Shots fired
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| S: Somebody better tell him we’ll ruin him
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| Shots fired
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| J: 50 keep runnin' his lips, nigga
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| Shots fired
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| S: Damn, you already been hit, nigga
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| Shots fired
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| J: We don’t give a fuck if you rich, nigga
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| Shots fired
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| S: Get the fuck off our dicks, nigga
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| Shots fired
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| S: Get Rich or Die Tryin'…
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| J: Was a classic
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| S: Now you rich and you tryin' to die…
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| J: You’ze a dumb bastard
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| S: We gon' be hesitant, can’t see the beast
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| J: And you roll wit more police than the muthafuckin' president
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| S: Bitch nigga, he get peeled
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| J: Like we ain’t know he cock-blocked Game out his Reebok deal
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| S: Plus he had the label like «Don't let him drop»
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| J: «Let my niggas drop first so they won’t let it rock» &
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| S: Bitch-made nigga
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| J: Got a problem wit us? |
| Come see us wit a gun
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| S: Or a switchblade, nigga
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| J: Damn, we thought you knew
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| S: Got ya shit sprayed, nigga
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| J: You been pussy since that sheepskin
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| S: Fifth grade nigga
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| J: Niggas stole ya bike…
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| S: Cuz you was pussy
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| J: Tried to take ya life…
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| S: Cuz you was pussy
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| J: Now we gon' take ya mic…
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| S: Cuz you was pussy
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| J: Left the hood and hired the cops
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| Just your luck
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| S: We the ones dat fire dem shots
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| J: You wasn’t real wit me
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| S: Now you gotta deal wit me
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| J: I’mma get you the same tombstone as the real 50
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| S: For all of y’all who hear us
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| The bigger the nigga is, the more pallbearers
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| J: Y’all be wit the cops, we the 4−4 wearers
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| S: Y’all scared of the block, same ones we tear up
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| Don’t get near us
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| J: You could never worry me
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| S: I know you been to jail…
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| J: You also been to therapy
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| S: In the hood 'til they bury me
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| J: I heard you did a Shock bid in Lakeview
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| If my man woulda knew then he woulda ate you
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| S: How bout…
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| J: He was in the bunk right next to you
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| And I coulda made him put a L-O-X on you
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| S: All you niggas together ain’t got enough bars for us
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| Heard a bunch of shit from y’all, none of it was hard to us
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| J: Kill his ass if there’s no cops & he’s not wired
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| S: You can’t come back to New York, nigga
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| Shots Fired |