(Jadakiss)
Yo its jay-da-kiss
An another one
Uh huh
Just bring it to em'
Eh yo what up ma?
(Latin woman)
Hey ya poppy, give it to me baby
(jerking noises)
(Jay)
(door opens)
(gangsta) nigga what the fuck you doing!
(Jada)na yo what up, no it ain't like that homie
(gangsta)what the fuck you mean it ain't like that?
(gunshots)
(Jada)that's what the fuck I mean nig
Yo yo yo yo
Emcee's catch cold feet when I hold heat
Creep to a low beat and kay slay like street sweep
Albums of 2000 poundin' motherfuckers like no more public housin'
Jada levelin' niggas to the groundin'
Buckin' in your spouse'n
Bringin' drama like osama and breakin' up thousands
Fuck the game
The game wants us
We clip so hard souls of our enemy's taunt us
To pull more triggers fuck it
I grab my gunz and buck it
Like nas you gotta love it when I touch it
On the mic Jada flow toughest
Remember that
(girls singing)
Jada Jada Jada kiss
Where have you been and what is this?
How many times have I told ya I'm not ya bitch
If you like flirting with death, then here, go slit your wrists
(Jadakiss)
Bitch, fuck you.

Writer : PHILLIPS, JASON T/MAMAN, ALAN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing