[Jadakiss]
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What's the deally yo? <Wha?>
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I gotta squeeze the juice outta the headphones
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(Jadakiss...)
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Yeah (I like that)
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Squeeze the juice outta the headphones
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Yo, yo yo
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[Verse 1]
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When you think of me you think of a problem
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Who? What? When? and how you gonna solve em
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Automatic or revolving
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The K I double S and, Here's the lesson
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Most beams is infared, but mine's is flourescent
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No matter where you go, I'ma spot you
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No matter how many people you put me in front of, I'ma rock you
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And if you try to be the hard top, I'ma drop you
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I got to, treat you like the clutch, and pop you
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Creep threw, in the 4-20 with your honey
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Cuz you ain't nuthin' but a playboy that turned bunny
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And the only the thing left to discuss is more money
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In these ??? games these chickens, try to run me
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Ya'll know ya'll can't touch us, I flow lushes
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It's so real I make her hop out, and get the dutches
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I'm sittin on a thousand birds, and I hide from the cameras (why?)
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Cuz a picture's, worth a thousand words
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Ain't ya'll heard? Ya'll get what ya'll deserved
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Ya'll do the catering, while we just get served
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And you got some nerve, for P-Hing
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Jason, do you have any idea who you facing?
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Just something about my shit, you'll never figure out
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It's hot it's burning my mouth, that's why I spit it out
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It must be, real hard for ya'll to listen
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And it's sad, niggas is to broke to pay attention
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[Chorus]
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Chilling, sittin' on about half a million
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And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
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Next two years I should see about a billion
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All for the love of drug dealing
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-Repeat-
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[Verse 2]
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Hey yo, niggas know the line of work, Bullet proof designer shirt
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Rolling with a China Doll, She'll be reminding ya'll
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Don of the underworld, every block minded it of course
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Jadakiss and L-O-X boss
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A pro cause I grow off the shit that I absorb
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You just another so and so, trying to flow, going broke
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You trying to buy property, set it up for growing coke
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Niggas making a movie, so I came to edit
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Wiping everybody out, right before the credits
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I'm a hard guy to get along with, get on a song with
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When shit be going right, I flip into the wrong shit
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The prime artist, expect me to rhyme hardest
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Slash con artist, gonna get mine regardless
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I ain't even big and I size niggas up
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Cuz they eyes give em up, look at em and see they butt
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I'm 22 with 10 ends so there that go
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You hear that flow, and drove the underground wacko
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Every since 12 I've been spittin like tabacco
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Relax though, Pop the tape CD and the wax though
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They wonder how, but the thing about ours
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We open up 24 hours
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Niggas don't sleep with eat so when they speak it mean power
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So you should keep quiet, you a coward
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About to be layed out flat, and pushing up flowers
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[Chorus to fade]
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All For The Love
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| The LOX |
