Jadakiss - Shoot Outs(309 visits)

(feat. Styles P)

[Gun shots] [Jada laughing] haha

Lets go Feds in the precent looking at our picture If rap dont work then were going to get it like i diss ya I was told to ride with them niggaz that'll die witcha Headed to O.T then bring some pies witcha By ur man in lambo n tell to fly witcha Or through them niggaz jewels N tell them to shyne witcha I shyne U shyne Like the southern western U dont wanna fell the ghost Or the kiss of death Tubs still left up Selling the sinks now Pablo oscobar shit Buying the clip now Dead presidents shit Robbing the bricks now 100 shot tommy gun Hell of stink now

[Chorus x2] J A D A cause the peel hollow the gun To holla at sons Y im that nigga yall know that To holla at styles The double r is coming 4 war what

[Verse two] Yo talking about a quarter And everything is bad for niggas know a days So we drink a lot of water Talking about ur so rich Nigga ur so bitch That ur parents proabably think they had a daughter Yea we da boys that bring all the terror We perserver thru all the errors We lay niggas down wit all berrats Everything in the bag Chains,watches All your leathers So u can act funny wit cha selfs In the hood wit dope Sex is still 20 after 12 A sign of the times Kitchen cook thrity eight, thirty eight trays That well remind u of the dimes

[Chorus x2]

Hustler artchapanors Nething to do with the hood Thats what we responsible 4 Back down Knifing u up Stomping u jaw Bail a nigga out for stilling something out on a tour And we make a technology to try to screw niggas Im good as long as i hold a gun to kill a new nigga Yall dudes wit nine lives U got 1 life left And controvorsory sells But it aint like death So pop him in his head till his brain start to fizz on him I aint sell ma sole to the devil i bought his from him Waiting on the day they say jesus gon come So god bless u niggas cause im snezzing with ma gun Heachu Bless u U aint d block Or double r nigga No doubt ima stretch u Im shot u back ten feet ima catchu Real vodoo shit Make sure i snap ur neck too Thats a law on the aston marr Lamborghini or the porsche with the crashing balls Iced out Or wear no ice at all Hundred gs on the dice game Lifes a ball Listen up If u real Get real and state We the best in the game that aint no real debate And the never had aks peel they face Cause its writing in the stars to consele thier fate Time to escape

[Chorus x2]













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