[Intro: Jadakiss]
AH-HA. Uh. Yeah. Know who it is. (I-I-Infantry, 1st Infantry)
Kiss of Death, motherfucker (A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist)
Definitely the strongest shit on the shelf
Double R, D-Block (1st infantry)
Yeah, what, yo, yo...
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Listen, the thugs need it, hoes gon' use it
Me? I'm just a young nigga that make old music
Uh, shit is real, I put the inf on the 4
Keep it wit' me 'cause possessions 9/10ths of the law
Here I am goin' all out again, doin' all that I can
Even had a daughter born outta sin
Nigga, I make pain cinematic
I spit dope and you been a addict; treat beef like jail
Summertime, somethin' big with the scope under the winter jacket
I use the winter tactics, and I know you tryin' to play the role
But bullets the wrong shit to interact wit'
I hurt the game, hurt ravines
Soon as you murk somethin' these niggas'll chirp Janine
Yeah, let 'em all cock ride, in my mansion with a bottle
Move a novel and the wall spin counter-clockwise
Might as well go on, go and see papi
'Cause niggas only know three words: "He shot me" (Uh)
That's why I be eyein' 'em down
No dap, no rap 'cause these niggas be wired for sound
But I still put a hole in a goon, Jada Montega
Still put a hole in a spoon, pay the bond later
Plenty ones, plenty guns, plenty ammo
Remember this: "Calmate", ''que te calmo'' mutha-fuckas. What!
AH-HA. Uh. Yeah. Know who it is. (I-I-Infantry, 1st Infantry)
Kiss of Death, motherfucker (A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist)
Definitely the strongest shit on the shelf
Double R, D-Block (1st infantry)
Yeah, what, yo, yo...
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Listen, the thugs need it, hoes gon' use it
Me? I'm just a young nigga that make old music
Uh, shit is real, I put the inf on the 4
Keep it wit' me 'cause possessions 9/10ths of the law
Here I am goin' all out again, doin' all that I can
Even had a daughter born outta sin
Nigga, I make pain cinematic
I spit dope and you been a addict; treat beef like jail
Summertime, somethin' big with the scope under the winter jacket
I use the winter tactics, and I know you tryin' to play the role
But bullets the wrong shit to interact wit'
I hurt the game, hurt ravines
Soon as you murk somethin' these niggas'll chirp Janine
Yeah, let 'em all cock ride, in my mansion with a bottle
Move a novel and the wall spin counter-clockwise
Might as well go on, go and see papi
'Cause niggas only know three words: "He shot me" (Uh)
That's why I be eyein' 'em down
No dap, no rap 'cause these niggas be wired for sound
But I still put a hole in a goon, Jada Montega
Still put a hole in a spoon, pay the bond later
Plenty ones, plenty guns, plenty ammo
Remember this: "Calmate", ''que te calmo'' mutha-fuckas. What!
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