Jadakiss Lyrics
"Shoot
Outs"
(feat. Styles P)
[Gun shots]
[Jada
laughing] haha
Lets go
Feds in the precent looking
at our picture
If rap dont work then were going to get it like i diss ya
I
was told to ride with them niggaz that'll die witcha
Headed to O.T then bring
some pies witcha
By ur man in lambo n tell to fly witcha
Or through them
niggaz jewels
N tell them to shyne witcha
I shyne
U shyne
Like the
southern western
U dont wanna fell the ghost
Or the kiss of death
Tubs
still left up
Selling the sinks now
Pablo oscobar shit
Buying the clip
now
Dead presidents shit
Robbing the bricks now
100 shot tommy gun
Hell
of stink now
[Chorus x2]
J A D A cause the peel
hollow the gun
To holla at sons
Y im that nigga yall know that
To holla
at styles
The double r is coming 4 war what
[Verse
two]
Yo talking about a quarter
And everything is bad for niggas know a
days
So we drink a lot of water
Talking about ur so rich
Nigga ur so
bitch
That ur parents proabably think they had a daughter
Yea we da boys
that bring all the terror
We perserver thru all the errors
We lay niggas
down wit all berrats
Everything in the bag
Chains,watches
All your
leathers
So u can act funny wit cha selfs
In the hood wit dope
Sex is
still 20 after 12
A sign of the times
Kitchen cook thrity eight, thirty
eight trays
That well remind u of the dimes
[Chorus
x2]
Hustler artchapanors
Nething to do with the
hood
Thats what we responsible 4
Back down
Knifing u up
Stomping u
jaw
Bail a nigga out for stilling something out on a tour
And we make a
technology to try to screw niggas
Im good as long as i hold a gun to kill a
new nigga
Yall dudes wit nine lives
U got 1 life left
And controvorsory
sells
But it aint like death
So pop him in his head till his brain start
to fizz on him
I aint sell ma sole to the devil i bought his from him
Waiting
on the day they say jesus gon come
So god bless u niggas cause im snezzing
with ma gun
Heachu
Bless u
U aint d block
Or double r nigga
No
doubt ima stretch u
Im shot u back ten feet ima catchu
Real vodoo shit
Make
sure i snap ur neck too
Thats a law on the aston marr
Lamborghini or the
porsche with the crashing balls
Iced out
Or wear no ice at all
Hundred
gs on the dice game
Lifes a ball
Listen up
If u real
Get real and
state
We the best in the game that aint no real debate
And the never had
aks peel they face
Cause its writing in the stars to consele thier fate
Time
to escape
[Chorus x2]
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