Upcoming Concerts for Jadakiss
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jadakiss
Vocals
Styles P
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Phillips
Songwriter
Paris Wells
Songwriter
David Styles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pav Bundy
Producer
Dayzel "The Machine" Fowler
Recording Engineer
Steve Dickey
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I ain't gon' do too much on this
It's that Vincent Price type of shit
Kill, kill, kill (Kill, kill, kill)
Kill, kill, kill (Kill, kill, kill)
[Verse 2]
Every verse is a novel (Read it)
Every other chapter, I bust you or carve you (Clean)
I'm a grown man, so I don't wanna argue
One point something for the stone in the marble
[Verse 3]
Thank god for the things that I got already, thank you
No house warming, crib hot already
I'm heroin compatible, powder ready
Them **** that booked you is in the crowd already
[Verse 4]
Kill, kill, kill (Kill, kill, kill)
G Wagon, the deuce store runs
I ain't voting this year, just copping more guns
Big funerals, everybody can all come
Mortician, one hell of a job, body was awesome
[Verse 5]
Body on the ratchet, only reason to toss them
Probably up in the Four Seasons having a foursome
Lucky they get a Uber, I usually iron horse 'em
As far as the dope boys go, I endorsed them
[Verse 6]
What, what
Killing these **** like it's a sport now
Foul as a Rockefeller or Rothschild
Tailor made cloth on my body, holding the fort down
Room full of bosses calling me boss now
[Verse 7]
What, what, what, ****?
Killing these **** like it's a sport now
Foul as a Rockefeller or Rothschild
Tailor made cloth on my body, holding the fort down
Room full of bosses calling me boss now
[Verse 8]
Evil thoughts coming, should I re-again
Having talks with the devil, was just me and him
He ain't never crack a smile, but I seen him grin
In my man cave watching CNN
[Verse 9]
Yeah, I do it 'cause I'm built to
A bad day for me is red wine on the silk suit
I can make a call and have a **** bring a meal through
I associate with the **** that could've killed you
[Verse 10]
(Kill, kill, kill)
[Verse 11]
At the table, the round or the square one
At the clear-port, playing cards till the leer come
Having money talks too large for your eardrum
Theft penalty, that's when the needle or the chair comes
[Verse 12]
Kill, kill, kill (Kill, kill, kill)
Best shape of my life, check the endurance
Got the guns in the attic for homeowners insurance
You know preferably, rather the chrome for my performance
Still murdering shit, knowing damn well that they on this
We like fuck it though
[Verse 13]
What, what
Killing these **** like it's a sport now
Foul as a Rockefeller or Rothschild
Tailor made cloth on my body, holding the fort down
Room full of bosses calling me boss now
[Verse 14]
What, what
Killing these **** like it's a sport now
Foul as a Rockefeller or Rothschild
Tailor made cloth on my body, holding the fort down
Room full of bosses calling me boss now
[Verse 15]
What, what, what, what
Kill, kill, kill (Kill, kill, kill)
Written by: David Styles, Jason Phillips, Paris Wells