
No Time (Remix) J. Stone (Ft. Jadakiss & Swizz Beatz)
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[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Woo
Yeah, zone, zone
Gang
[Verse 1: J. Stone & Swizz Beatz]
This that "Eats meets West" shit, that Swizzy on the beat (Gang)
J. Stone in the X shit, this strictly for the streets (Talk to 'em, Stone)
Come visit my section, all my niggas tryna eat (Yeah)
Just got a phone call, I heard they let the dog off the leash (Woo)
Sheesh, nigga, we the heart of these streets
Fuck who next, I got now, I go hard, I'm a beast (Woo)
From East coast to West coast, from L.A. to N.Y. (Talk that talk)
Jumped out the Lambo', hopped in the Wraith
Pulled up on Dave East with some Ace of Spades (Woo)
All these foreigns back to back in a major way (Yes)
Nigga, we goin' back to back, knockin' out these tapes (Damn)
Best to both coasts, we do the most, la cosa nostra
God got me, fuck lookin' over my shoulder (Yeah)
This that "Eats meets West" shit, that Swizzy on the beat
J. Stone in the X shit, this strictly for the streets (Ayy)
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz & Jadakiss]
Ayy, got no time for you fakers
Middle fingers up and a .9 for you haters, ayy-ayy
I grind for the paper (Yes)
Everybody talkin' but they never touchin' paper, ayy-ayy
Got no time for you fakers
I be out the country, on my grind for the paper, ayy-ayy
Don't care about you haters (Nah)
I'ma shoot you now, then we'll never talk later, ayy-ayy (Haha)
Woo
Yeah, zone, zone
Gang
[Verse 1: J. Stone & Swizz Beatz]
This that "Eats meets West" shit, that Swizzy on the beat (Gang)
J. Stone in the X shit, this strictly for the streets (Talk to 'em, Stone)
Come visit my section, all my niggas tryna eat (Yeah)
Just got a phone call, I heard they let the dog off the leash (Woo)
Sheesh, nigga, we the heart of these streets
Fuck who next, I got now, I go hard, I'm a beast (Woo)
From East coast to West coast, from L.A. to N.Y. (Talk that talk)
Jumped out the Lambo', hopped in the Wraith
Pulled up on Dave East with some Ace of Spades (Woo)
All these foreigns back to back in a major way (Yes)
Nigga, we goin' back to back, knockin' out these tapes (Damn)
Best to both coasts, we do the most, la cosa nostra
God got me, fuck lookin' over my shoulder (Yeah)
This that "Eats meets West" shit, that Swizzy on the beat
J. Stone in the X shit, this strictly for the streets (Ayy)
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz & Jadakiss]
Ayy, got no time for you fakers
Middle fingers up and a .9 for you haters, ayy-ayy
I grind for the paper (Yes)
Everybody talkin' but they never touchin' paper, ayy-ayy
Got no time for you fakers
I be out the country, on my grind for the paper, ayy-ayy
Don't care about you haters (Nah)
I'ma shoot you now, then we'll never talk later, ayy-ayy (Haha)
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