In And Out Jadakiss (Ft. Styles P)

[Intro: Jadakiss]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just wanna know one thing
Who you mad at? Me or yourself?
Sucka
Yeah, D Block
NYC, salute
I know what it is
Everybody, no exceptions
Line up

[Chorus: Nas]
Selling, selling, selling drugs on the dime
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines
Selling, selling, selling drugs on the dime
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines
Selling, selling, selling drugs on the dime
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines
Selling, selling, selling drugs on the dime
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines

[Verse 1: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Yeah, what
For years we had the best recipe on the market
He running 'round like he a soldier (But he a target)
A lot of your careers was over (Before they started)
It take a special nigga to notice (Where your heart at)
I'm pulling up to the club, I'm in a spaceship
(A whole nation of thugs that embrace this)
These niggas tucking they tummies and getting facelifts
(They still trying to ball) I'm James Naismith
Yeah, 12 cylinder pushers
And this bubblegum rap (Is just killing the woofers)
And you know I'm blowing the haze
(Dealing the kushes, Tech on the dresser) AK still in the bushes
Settle it in the street, (we ain't tryna do court)
New scratch-offs, (bootleg liquor,) loose Newports
(City is mine) the home team's who I root for
(all times) two P89s in the coupe door
(The dark comes) the sun go
(I try to be dumb low) because these crack babies is gung-ho
Floor seats at your funeral (in the front row)
Get 'em the new Jordans (they letting the pump go)
If they could sell it (they could sell it), put the pressure
On, more than likely (they'll tell it), smoking
On that loud, (can't see it you could smell it)
Gotta rise with (the same niggas that you fell with)
Money in the mattress (guns in the couch here)
You thought it was wrong (till you ended up) out here
What...