[Jadakiss]
Yeah, yo, I`m the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars
Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God
And...it`s hard just being the boss
Being I can`t go to jail cause them years`ll cost me
Don`t get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me
Rather just sit back and roll a dutch
Think how I`ma put the game in the cobra clutch
Think about how I`ma get the `caine over Customs
Never underestimate niggaz, or over trust them
Uh...yeah them M`s is right in my face
I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace
If it don`t jam, the Tech will spray
When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray
Cause I`m a nigga that hate to settle
I`m a man of the Lord but I still can`t shake the devil
Moved away and still can`t escape the ghetto, what
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
The time to talk is up
So bring the heat, that time is over
While you running your mouth I`m creeping up over your shoulder
A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on
Call my bluff, start acting up, and I`ll leave you underground
[Jadakiss]
I know how to get my pairs off me
They can cry and die from high blood pressure cause tears are salty
It`s a symptom if you bobbin your head
Know that he`s sick, know the flow is ridic`, now throw him a grip
When I get it, you already know I`m throwin them bricks
Puttin purple everywhere, daddy, I`m throwin them nicks
That`s right, homey, you can`t move me
I ain`t goin nowhere, I`m in the hood like bootleg movies
All you shootin is the breeze, a bootleg uzi
I`m just waitin on a cue like Suzie, don`t lose me
These penitentiary chances that I take
Should be able to get the mansion by the lake
But I invest my bread into something else
Into something else that`ll make something melt
You just gotta feel the kid, if not rap for the fact of how real he is, whatever
[Chorus]
[Jadakiss]
Aiyo, niggas know the champ is in here
He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year
And I just wanna rock for a century
And then chase the book with the documentary
If you, can`t do nothin other than flow
Life`s a bitch like the mother from +Blow+, let`s go
Don`t make me put your heart in your lap
Fuck ridin the beat, nigga, I parallel park on the track
Hop out lookin crispy, fresh and new
In the six, but it`s a BM, and it`s Pepsi blue
And, I don`t know you...
But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through
Ya`ll ain`t fuckin with Jason
After I cash in, there`s really no justification
Of how I`m gonna change the game, so don`t get outta line
Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up
[chorus]
