[Intro: Jadakiss (Fiend)]
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(Uhh) Definitely what they been waitin for (you already KNOW, yeah)
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At least a certain percentage of the world (uh-huh)
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Anyway (hahahaha)
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Can I talk my shit? (talk that shit)
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Sure I can (talk that shit, talk that shit)
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Cause ain't nobody gon' do nothin about it anyway... a-ha-HAHHHH!
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(Talk that shit, talk that shit, Jada talk that SHIT, ohh!)
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You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin else!)
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Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin else!)
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Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin else!)
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The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin else!)
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[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
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Yo, you know I love to style on ya, blue 40-caliber
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Butterfly doors on the triple black challenger
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And I'm still in and out, got it so I'm spendin out
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Dope boy, so I never have a problem in a drought
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Don't take, too much work if you can't manage that
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Just in case you run out of empties, use sandwich bags
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Play with the hand you was dealt
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That's why I ride the track 'til it melt
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I could care less how you feel, how you felt
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I done spent niggaz rent money on belts
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Threesomes in the trunk, I'm fuckin for the wealth
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And the hood ask about me, I'm somethin else
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[Chorus: Jadakiss (Fiend)]
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You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin else!)
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Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin else!)
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Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin else!)
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The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin else!)
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Still representin the block (I'm somethin else!)
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And you ain't got to tell me I'm hot (I'm somethin else!)
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I'm exactly what they not (I'm somethin else!)
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Hahh (I'm somethin else!) AH-HAHHH! (I'm somethin else!)
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[Young Jeezy - over Chorus]
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C.T.E. nigga... yeah!
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Yeah! Let's go
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[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
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I ain't even did nothin, feelin like I'm traffickin
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See these blood diamonds, sir, my chain African
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Speakin of my chain, yeah it need to get a job
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Get the fuck up off my neck, Senator Barack
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Whatever that you do, look, don't get caught
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That stash get low, ya ass might get bought
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Okay I'm over it, let's talk about somethin else
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I said I'm over it, I think I bought somethin else
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That's why I live e'ry day (day) like a thug holiday
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+Suffocate+ a nigga about mines - J. Holiday
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Quick to make a movie 'bout my Doc Holiday
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It's why I'm strapped 365, even holidays, yeah!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: AP]
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Yeah... I'm somethin else with myself they say
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WWF, push that featherweight
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Big boy toys, of course the shoe's right
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See the 22's reflect from the moonlight?
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Barry White, or Walter Cronkite?
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Couple cold words when you talk 'bout birds
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You ain't talkin 'bout green, you ain't talkin 'bout me
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[phone rings] Hold up, this your bitch on my caller ID
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[Verse 4: Blood Raw]
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You could tell I'm somethin else, pussy nigga do the math
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Just look at me nigga; you can't tell I got cash?
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Got together so fruity, 26 inches
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(Girl, ain't that Blood Raw?) You can't tell I got bitches?
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I'm a three summer soul survivor
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Tell me have you ever met a nigga that's real as the bible?
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You could tell I'm addicted to paper
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And if it ain't my clique I'm like Maino, FUCK YOU HATERS!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 5: Boo Rossini]
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Yo, aiyyo
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Any situation involvin paper I'm all in
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Pull up on your block, old school sittin on all rims
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Still keep them semis on deck in case I'm tested
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And gotta do a nigga dirty, turn him to a mess quick
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Chest all hangin out, everybody screamin out
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I grew up in a house, where damn near e'rybody fiendin
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So don't ask, why I hold me the pen on my fuckin self
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If I pop through and you come back I'ma hit you with somethin else
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[Verse 6: Snyp Life]
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I'm somethin else the way I come off, bars that make 'em run off
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Rippin up his back but the strap'll tear your front off
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Neck slump and run through your boss, he tried to jump off
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It's D-Block, we treat every town just like it's New York (D-Block!)
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Cross the whole game like my verses do the track
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Push the pen like a pack and let it work through the trap (Snyp!)
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Get your roof cut, ace hit by shooter's that'll spray shit
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