The hearing after, a whole brand new screen show I hear laughter, it's my birthday, I'm eighteen years old I'm on gates between Monroe, eight fiends
ain't Double R, who da hell else is hard? Now, who da fuck y'all want? Jadakiss! And who da fuck y'all need? Jadakiss! And who da fuck gon' bleed? All
mind on my money while I'm clappin at ya'll {Jadakiss} I got niggas in jail crack in the hood hustle in south fiends and customers that run in your house I got
, but I was raised in the projects Forgettin' I wasn't the only object We was more concerned with cuttin' up and choppin' Supplyin' fiends with that work, get it poppin' Now who
's trouble Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember I used to fiend
'm losin' hope, they got me stressin', can the Lord forgive me Got the spirit of a thug in me Another sip of that drink, this Hennesey got me queasy
at the county jail Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail What do I do in these county blues Gettin' battered and bruised by the you know who And
hoe My niggas cut throat, my niggas cut throat I got some killers on the East and the West Coast They whip game real good, they got the best doe Uh,
bug, I fiend search for the drugs And being punched supply the guns, when we curse you with slugs But fuck it, everything ain't goin to work for you cuz I got
me in the Lex 300 and got me blowin' on dookie Now why do I respect ya, 'cause she down for a nigga Before I was rollin' city to city She got me screamin
ll be spyin' for work, I'ma go right on 'Cause when your life's gone, nigga there is no replacement And you got your work hid in the basement, I got it
niggaz Who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book? Got bitches on top of the Phantom And the Pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend
I rap for all thug cliques bloods and crips Niggas who hate the cameras and loving the chips Caught in solitude old timers taught me how to move Fort
itchin' and itchin' Pullin' my trigger till it's clickin' if a nigga start bitchin I got a habit got me trippin' Gat right beside me Dope got me wanted
got older, the old school seemed cool, But back then you didn't need to pack no grip, If you ain't got no strap, then you just got that ass whipped, And
I got a bitch with me, she got ass in them jeans Rollin' through yo' neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean Servin' all you suckers 'cause you all dope fiends
buy a bag of mine and I betcha you gonna be straight 'Cause tha soft ain't got no cut and tha wood ain't got no shape 'Cause tha fiends run to me whenever
windows Tyres spin fast up out yo' set Next week right back to see who we can get You want yo' chin checked (ping) Fools just gimme a car We got yo' ass