| Yo, you know I love to style on ya, blue 40-caliber
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| Butterfly doors on the triple black challenger
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| And I’m still in and out, got it so I’m spendin out
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| Dope boy, so I never have a problem in a drought
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| Don’t take, too much work if you can’t manage that
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| Just in case you run out of empties, use sandwich bags
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| Play with the hand you was dealt
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| That’s why I ride the track 'til it melt
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| I could care less how you feel, how you felt
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| I done spent niggas rent money on belts
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| Threesomes in the trunk, I’m fuckin for the wealth
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| And the hood ask about me, I’m somethin else
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| + (Fiend)
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| You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin else!)
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| Nah, I ain’t one of them dummies (I'm somethin else!)
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| Tre’s, nick’s, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin else!)
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| The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin else!)
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| Still representin the block (I'm somethin else!)
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| And you ain’t got to tell me I’m hot (I'm somethin else!)
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| I’m exactly what they not (I'm somethin else!)
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| Hahh (I'm somethin else!) AH-HAHHH! |
| (I'm somethin else!)
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| C.T.E. |
| nigga… yeah!
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| Yeah! |
| Let’s go
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| I ain’t even did nothin, feelin like I’m traffickin
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| See these blood diamonds, sir, my chain African
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| Speakin of my chain, yeah it need to get a job
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| Get the fuck up off my neck, sell dope or rob
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| Whatever that you do, look, don’t get caught
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| That stash get low, ya ass might get bought
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| Okay I’m over it, let’s talk about somethin else
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| I said I’m over it, I think I bought somethin else
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| That’s why I live e’ry day (day) like a thug holiday
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| +Suffocate+ a nigga about mines — J. Holiday
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| Quick to make a movie 'bout mine, Doc Holliday
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| Work strapped up 365, even holidays, yeah!
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| Yo, it hurts cause they know that I’m better, and they hate it
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| They came in with my whole style, and they made it
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| The dope boys love me in the hood, I’m they favorite
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| In the jails, niggas is makin bets I’mma say shit
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| Hands-on with certified G’s
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| Have your whole family missin for 35 G’s, please
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| I perfected my craft from a different aspect
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| So the bars is lethal and the voice is a asset
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| And as far as the people, they ain’t finish the class yet
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| I’m beyond these feeble-mind rappers that half step
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| I don’t carve the way, for these niggas like Aztecs
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| I touch souls, somethin’s felt; |
| yeah, I’m somethin else |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Something Else , by - Jadakiss. Song from the album The Last Kiss, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп