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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jadakiss
Jadakiss
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter
Nashiem Myrick
Nashiem Myrick
Songwriter
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jesus "Poobs" Fernandez
Jesus "Poobs" Fernandez
Recording Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It's that time, motherfuckers Uh, Dub-Dime, motherfuckers Yeah, that's me, motherfuckers Yeah, The Champ part three, motherfuckers Uh, it's that time, motherfuckers Uh, Dub-Dime, motherfuckers Yeah, that's me, motherfuckers Yeah, The Champ part three, motherfuckers All praises, all burners, all razors (uh-huh) Hands down, nigga, the game is all Jada's (yeah) Something hot drop, I get 'em in all flavors (yeah) He's a dick, you pussy, y'all neighbors (ha-ha-ha) Yeah, two extra whores I'm in the new Aston with two extra doors With a quick flip I don't try to stretch for more One hundred percent powder, extra raw I'ma get it from Giuseppe, either him or the eses (uh-huh) I've been smacking these rappers around for a decade Still tryin' to get mami to sacame la leche Know if I take her out, I could pop her the next day The Black Mamba of the vocals MJ of the Pro Tools, anti-social Phil Jack' on the track, but I can't coach you (uh-huh) This is just audio of shit that I go through (yeah) Guns in the couch, money in the mattress And I would have got the Bentley but I had to pay taxes Settle for a Polo fit and some Air Maxes (uh) Your flow's a light sprain, mines is a fracture Uh, but the X-ray's negative You a coward, in jail you could never live (never) Nah, you barely living out here Yeah, I'm the reason you breathing, it's like I'm giving out air I got stocks in the block and I'm giving out shares To niggas that don't talk 'cause they giving out years (shh) I don't know you (uh), you ain't familiar (no) And I don't care who shot you 'cause they ain't kill ya (ha-ha-ha) Far as the wordplay, I'm a son of a bitch These niggas is decent, but ain't none of 'em 'Kiss MTV y'all know, I'll punish the list Them niggas' jewelry is fake and ain't none of 'em rich Notice they keep watching 'em, there's no stoppin' 'em V neck, crushed linen, suede Louis moccasins They won't dry up, but you can't buy luck (uh, uh) Cashmere sweats with the Gucci tie ups (whoo) Overlooking the city, my nigga, I'm high up (high up) And I could get your brains blown out for five bucks (ha-ha-ha) I'm always in the hood, that's 'cause I rep that (rep that) My paperwork good, niggas already checked that (checked that) I'm probably just comfortable 'cause that's where I slept at (ah) The Desert is blue steel, the 40 is jet black Uh, Jadakiss, ya heard? Ha, 42, ya heard? Uh, part three, ya heard? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Uh, uh, it's that time, motherfuckers Uh, Dub-Dime, motherfuckers Yeah, that's me, motherfuckers Yeah, The Champ part three, motherfuckers Uh, it's that time, motherfuckers Uh, Dub-Dime, motherfuckers Yeah, that's me, motherfuckers Yeah, The Champ part three, motherfuckers, uh
Writer(s): Christopher Wallace, Sean Puffy Combs, Allie Wrubel, Herbert Magidson, Nashiem Sa Allah Myrick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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