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Jadakiss – Who Shot Ya (Studio Mix)
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Jadakiss – Who Shot Ya (Studio Mix)

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Длительность: 02:42Формат: MP3Качество: 320 kb/sРазмер: 6.2 MB
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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
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