[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Them niggas that you went to school with
They'll catch you while you in your new whip
And turn your brains into cool whip
Niggas that you running ’round getting ass with
Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket
[Verse 1: Jae Millz]
Ayo homeboy, you can rest in a fabulous home
Be the king of this whole shit, be caked out and carry the throne
Once a nigga clap up the chrome
I guarantee all the cowards that guard your life turn to Marion Jones
Still young, but I peep everything you fags do
And now I’m starting to see that you're phoney, plus ass too
Every young nigga out running 'round battling
And everybody getting snatched, running 'round tattling
It's embarrassing the way the game being played
That's why all I do is sit back and chief haze
Forever stay on my grind, yankee fitted on my dome
Keep me in a New York state of mind
[?] you know that I'm
Ready and willin' to place stains on wood grains anytime
And all them cats you made cake
Probably won’t even help your mother with the funeral payments
And ain’t nobody gon' say they saw Millz
Unless it was in the [?] on the sawmill
Floating on my way to Y.O
And my shit is fully paid for ’cause I figure why ohe?
Pretty thing under the seat
Leaning hard, bumping number 2 off We Are the Streets
You're seeing the beast
And he one of the best
So I advise you to never disrespect
Tell them why, Kiss
Them niggas that you went to school with
They'll catch you while you in your new whip
And turn your brains into cool whip
Niggas that you running ’round getting ass with
Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket
[Verse 1: Jae Millz]
Ayo homeboy, you can rest in a fabulous home
Be the king of this whole shit, be caked out and carry the throne
Once a nigga clap up the chrome
I guarantee all the cowards that guard your life turn to Marion Jones
Still young, but I peep everything you fags do
And now I’m starting to see that you're phoney, plus ass too
Every young nigga out running 'round battling
And everybody getting snatched, running 'round tattling
It's embarrassing the way the game being played
That's why all I do is sit back and chief haze
Forever stay on my grind, yankee fitted on my dome
Keep me in a New York state of mind
[?] you know that I'm
Ready and willin' to place stains on wood grains anytime
And all them cats you made cake
Probably won’t even help your mother with the funeral payments
And ain’t nobody gon' say they saw Millz
Unless it was in the [?] on the sawmill
Floating on my way to Y.O
And my shit is fully paid for ’cause I figure why ohe?
Pretty thing under the seat
Leaning hard, bumping number 2 off We Are the Streets
You're seeing the beast
And he one of the best
So I advise you to never disrespect
Tell them why, Kiss
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