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| Jadakiss Kiss Tha Game Goodbye Show Discipline (feat. Nas) [Jadakiss] Yoooo!! uh, uh-huh, uh Yo yo yo yo aiyyo Never will it stop Hanguns with double digit shots I move work on other niggas blocks Leave out the club wit a another niggas watch Body that man and let other niggas watch Only thing worse than a coward, is a coward with power Gotta kill him in the shower, hour Beats is knockin, hooks is rare Earned my spot, nobody aint put me here Burnt my block, I had a fiend cookin wit beer Like the Bobby Womack of crack Might see me in the burgandy thing, or the black on black Matter of fact, go get ya chrome Cause I rather be, broke together than rich alone Clappin em' down, backin em' down (uh) Fuck what ever happened before, I'm whats happenin' now [Chorus: Nas (Jada)] Now gangstas live, gangstas die Grab ya guns, soldiers ride (show discipline nigga!) Kill ya moms, kill ya pops, kill ya seed Kill ya girl (Its principle nigga!) Sell ya crack, sell ya coke Sell ya E, sell ya smoke (you hustlin nigga!) Grab ya nine, grab ya pound Grab ya tec, grab ya pump (you bustin at niggaz!,wha) [Nas] We bravehearted, I had bitches tryin to posion me Niggaz who kilt loyalty Set me up, vested up my move accordingly I ducked icepicks and icesticks by cops who rookies Hard to be righteous, and when life can just stop for pussy Niggaz killin over hoes, guns concealed in their clothes Bodies at funerals, touch them they feel like they froze Speech, totally calm, holdin dead rappers dome in my palm Burnin flag, plus its on the qu'ran, its on the bible Plus america cause that every car thats drivin Holdin the homeless sign you focus you know its Nas then Prince of the globe, leave no prince of the toast Played with Ouija boards, burned frankencense wit a ghost I've learned, to do good plus a waste of evil And do what it takes to keep a smile on the face of my people I was raised by the apes in this dark creepshow, but yo [Chorus] [Jadakiss] yo yo yo yo yo yo Think bout when I splatter ya mask(yea) My niggas is happy, ya momma is sad If ya niggas is riders, the drama will last If ya niggas is snitch, been judgin my ass They said I'm too famous to run So when I empty out this clip, I'm changin the gun The realer the beef, the longer the clip Murder ya mans, I'm gone in the mist Call this girl after dark so we talked the bitch We aint care cause the whore wasnt shit Doll, I aint takin the L or waistin a shell I bring the heat like I'm satan itself Fuck if you hard, fuck if you soft, long as you lost Dick in the dirt, shit in ya drawers Ill make ya grandmother get on the floor Tie you up, then beat you to a pulp, say that this is a war If'n the four, mackin a pump, actin I dump Throw you out the window then act like you jump [Chorus 2x] |
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