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(Sheek ad libbing)
[Sheek] Now you can quote me on this I bust my gun Also quote me on this I handle my biz I knew it was my house when Run was sayin it was his I aint lyin Aint no cords or no steam in this iron But it is a permanent press Have these 38 shells spray starch your chest Leave you stiff Coroners make ashes of you In rap I`m like God nigga forever above you If I don`t do it all I just dial my phone And you get sprayed through your clothes like you put on cologne If it`s not violence or drugs I have nothing to spit I be lyin if I talk some spiritual shit Like Kirk Franklin and them Y`all just aint me I can`t tell you about God but I can tell you about a key And what I`ll do to God`s children if they jerk me Hurt me , never , that`ll be a sin I`ma put the Bible to your head and shoot through Matthew verse 10 What C`mon niggas What CHORUS 2X: [Eve and Jadakiss] You told me you would bust your guns for me (Yeah bust your gun dog) You said you`d always sling your pounds (Sling the hydro green) Now you`re away and you`re all that I need (You`re all that I need baby) But L-O-X will hold it down (You know the LOX gonna hold it) [Jadakiss] I`m back in the game I still ride the back of the train And sit right next to jake with a package of caine Niggas say he realer than me you call him a liar I got the outtie T T the same color as fire You just gettin a name Puttin shit in the game Stop fakin I have your doorag lookin Jamaican Holey as the water in the front of the church Then find you with no back plus one in your earth I can`t wait for the day you get murt Cuz I`ma throw a free party at the Tunnel and give out work I love myself , my family , and love my son Love my niggas and love white Air Force Ones And besides that I`m open off the dro and the guns And the head you could get from a hoe in the slums Niggas always act silly till you show em the milly Then they got the nerve to ask you why you wanna kill me Uhh CHORUS 2X [Styles] I know it aint right For me to swear to God But I swear to God that I`ll murder you dog And I know it aint right For me to sell dope Rob stores but I still gotta run from the law Twenty niggas in the clique How all of us pour In a three room apartment and we all on the floor I reflect to the days I thought of bustin the whip Now I come through the scene and niggas cuffin they bitch Feel good to see Kiss spend a buck on his wrists Or Sheek frontin on a jet ski with a Puerto Rican chick I dont rock no jewels But I pops my tools And I work my coupe to do a buck 68 P hit you in the head like a dutch to the face Or a cup full of liquor Come and fuck with you nigga Cuz I make drug money Gotta take blood from me If you wanna prove a point pull a joint shoot dummies CHORUS 3X
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