Jadakiss: D-Block, Double R, Time Is Money...
Niggaz is cowards. Load up nigga
Styles P: Let's go
J: Yo, we woulda been killed you
S: Why even bother, nigga?
J: You ratted on Prim
S: He prolly ya father, nigga
J: In New York you was never a don
S: Niggaz knew you was a rat when you made Ghetto Koran
J: Had names in the daily news
S: Shot you nine times
J: You could barely move
S: D-Block got the tenth shot
J: Fuck it...
S: Let's air the dude
You dissed Ja Rule
J: Took his style and ran wit it
S: Singin' on the hooks the same
J: Bitch you done Scanned wit it
S: And don't try to diss a D-Block crook
J: Fuck sales, you hear your boss on a D-Block hook
We do shows in New York
S: Nigga we not shook
J: If it's war get the four
S: Put his head to the floor
J: So we can show his faggot man how his Reeboks look
S: And you could all die in an instant
J: For instance...
S: Tre pound leave ya ass smokin' like incense
J: The four pound'll make ya man smoke like a Winston
(HOOK)
Shots fired
J: Man in a hole nigga
Shots fired
S: Tell G Unit to roll, nigga
Shots fired
J: Nine times? The tenth one'll do it to him
Shots fired
S: Somebody better tell him we'll ruin him
Shots fired
J: 50 keep runnin' his lips, nigga
Shots fired
S: Damn, you already been hit, nigga
Shots fired
J: We don't give a fuck if you rich, nigga
Shots fired
S: Get the fuck off our dicks, nigga
Shots fired
S: Get Rich or Die Tryin'...
J: Was a classic
S: Now you rich and you tryin' to die...
J: You'ze a dumb bastard
S: We gon' be hesitant, can't see the beast
J: And you roll wit more police than the muthafuckin' president
S: Bitch nigga, he get peeled
J: Like we ain't know he cock-blocked Game out his Reebok deal
S: Plus he had the label like "Don't let him drop"
J: "Let my niggaz drop first so they won't let it rock" &
S: Bitch-made nigga
J: Got a problem wit us? Come see us wit a gun
S: Or a switchblade, nigga
J: Damn, we thought you knew
S: Got ya shit sprayed, nigga
J: You been pussy since that sheepskin
S: Fifth grade nigga
J: Niggaz stole ya bike...
S: Cuz you was pussy
J: Tried to take ya life...
S: Cuz you was pussy
J: Now we gon' take ya mic...
S: Cuz you was pussy
J: Left the hood and hired the cops
Just your luck
S: We the ones dat fire dem shots
(HOOK)
J: You wasn't real wit me
S: Now you gotta deal wit me
J: Imma get you the same tombstone as the real 50
S: For all of y'all who hear us
The bigger the nigga is, the more pallbearers
J: Y'all be wit the cops, we the 4-4 wearers
S: Y'all scared of the block, same ones we tear up
Don't get near us
J: You could never worry me
S: I know you been to jail...
J: You also been to therapy
S: In the hood 'til they bury me
J: I heard you did a Shock bid in Lakeview
If my man woulda knew then he woulda ate you
S: How bout...
J: He was in the bunk right next to you
And I coulda made him put a L-O-X on you
S: All you niggaz together ain't got enough bars for us
Heard a bunch of shit from y'all, none of it was hard to us
J: Kill his ass if there's no cops & he's not wired
S: You can't come back to New York, nigga
Shots Fired
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