J-A-D-A

(Jadakiss) Hahah (Sheek) WHOOO!!! D-Block, Darkchild Uh huh, yeah Uh - yeah Yo, I'm just too much, I flow too sick I be on top of the snare, all over the kick Since a young cat, I been one wit the drum tap The purple start pushin' my lungs back Been there, done that My words stick to you like thumb tacks Pardon me, LOX hooked up wit Rodney The Ferrari's teal, but the truck's mahogany Hating, I can't get you bastards off me Fresh like I just took the plastic off me Me and streets is high school sweethearts And I'm always in her so she can't divorce me Can't see farther than Kiss, I'm like a father to this Want ya go and cop your father to this I possess the whole package - the girls, the thongs And there's something about me the world just loves D-Block bringing hell of a pain, 'Honey' tell em my name [Chorus: Repeat 2X] (J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop (J-A-D-A) I'm taking your money, the funeral stop (J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the beat'll knock (J-A-D-A) We just keep going, this shit don't stop Sheek Louch get it popping, this shit don't stop Got your boobs hitting, shaking in a Halter Top Drizzling out, no shirt, bergandy drop Chain's bigger than Chuck D and Flava's clock Yeah boy, Sheek kinda hot these days Hold the heat when I spit, need ten ice trays D-Block what up? What's fucking wit that? Got the Camp spitting heavy on this Jerkins track Glock jerk him back, either that or the mac I prefer chrome but take it if you got it in black Thick shorty want to hop on it I tell her not here, but we could go inside the bathroom 'Honey Let me give it to your straight, I ain't spending no money We could drink till we pass out, make dicks and all that I'm a gangster, I bet shorty crawl back Got her job through a two way contact [Chorus: Repeat 2X] (F-A-G-E-A) Pulling it out, the guns'll pop (F-A-G-E-A) I'm taking your money, the funeral stop (F-A-G-E-A) The club'll band, the beat will knock (F-A-G-E-A) We just keep going, this shit don't stop Hey yo it's Louchy baby, smoke screen in the Mercedes Naw it's just weed, I'm fucking wit why'all Oil slick, it's the juice that I throw out the back But it's for real lil nigga if you hearing the clack I'm bringing it back, you don't want to jump to this I'm David Blaine, it's magic how I gave it the Kiss Letting it off, nigga like we hunting to diss (J-A-D-A) Hey yo Kiss ([Jada:] what up Louch?) yo take it from there Raspy voice, flow of the year; It's the cue tip bars They feel good when they go in your ear Ti Gun, Peanut Punch your girl ain't ready (F-A-G-E-A) (Sheek: Sheek Louch!) Jadakiss, the world ain't ready We got haze in the air and we pouring the yac Bout to get up on 'Honey' cause she throwing it back And you know I keep the hawk on my neck, so don't violate 'Cause I can't wait for it to go in your back, uh [Chorus: Repeat 4X] (J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop (F-A-G-E-A) I'm taking your money, the funeral stop (J-A-D-A) The club'll band, the beat'll knock (F-A-G-E-A) We just keep going, this shit don't stop (J-A-D-A)