DNA (feat. Jadakiss & Styles P) - Zeds Dead & NGHTMRE

Uh, uh Fuck the frail shit, uh, 'cause when my coke come in They gotta use the scale that they weigh the whales with Carlssons on the Jeep, Bugatti made the prototype Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo life Determined niggas make it Kicking down the door and we burning niggas naked The house costs a million, sitting on the beach And the only thing I know, if it's furnished, I'ma take it My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 We got the shit that the government got Talking money then you rubbing the spot Real niggas say that they be wilding We on the Cayman Islands on a yacht with our favorite albums A bad ho and a plate of salmon, smoking and drinking Nigga, is you thinking that our fate is violent? I love my nigga for the fact that he real And nobody on the faculty squeal And if you facing capital pun, pass me a gun And I'ma give you time to run while I rapidly peel, uh We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it We gon' make it I learned the game quickly, and I don't like to rent So when I fly now, I bring my cars on the plane with me In this case, who's the loser? Ran through enough coke for Castro to build schools in Cuba Teaching kids how to read and write and use the Ruger Motherfuckin' niggas is back, Jada and P We got water, X, haze, plus weight of the D And I'm tired of hearing about old niggas that had it And be the same old niggas that ratted (who cares?) Talking 'bout how we hawk niggas in they fuckin' back Gun work's official but niggas don't be wanting that (Why?) 'Cause they puss and they mans is lame We Soul for Real in the hood, we make Candy Rain I could easily send you to God But come and see me at the Plaza Hotel, I might give you a job If you can't remember the name All you gotta do is ask the dame for the niggas that deliver it hard We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it Jada, mwah, I'll kiss you, you bitch ass nigga Bet the hood won't miss you, you bitch ass nigga Might find your man dead in the ocean (he be a'ight though) You know dead rappers get better promotion Why we don't laugh at death, and cry at birth Never say you can't do it 'til you try it first Be the young niggas eager to pull it But it's a message in everything, trust me, even a bullet Go to war with the 8 and the pound Think you got your ear to the street now Put your face in the ground 'cause my shells is expensive You'll know exactly why when you yellin' in intensive My fellas is offensive Lucky 'cause I got guns that crack your back But that's not what I prefer, I manufacture crack And niggas turn bitch when you show 'em the steel But we know how to bid so y'all go 'head and squeal I'm comfortable far from home Eating right, getting good rest either on the bar or the phone I'm the reason niggas got deals the past few years "Sound anything like Kiss? Then sign right here!" And, y'all just talking, I'm doing it well Jadakiss, motherfucker, I'ma see you in hell We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it We gon' make it

When it's all said and done After they said I've won All I'm going to say is... I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion timesTried to diss kiss to the world And it's your fault cause she said she saw you kissing a girl The hood was behind her for her whole career But now they've slightly starting to disappeared Something about that She's always angry Might have been when them girls trying to push her scalp back Needed some head room So she went out and bought Tyson's mansion with 18 bedrooms She's a domestic boss That don't leave no marks though, you got to digest those scares In fact think you got to tell her to get back Because every kiss rap is similar to a bitch slap Too hard since way back in the school yard She's hollywood though all she needs is a boobjob Girl in the bubble, didn't mean to trouble her Man but im a calla ho, im double her Really think you should tell her to chill cause My resume is longer than a doctor bill was I did the song with ja rule bigging the city up She did the magic stick remix with olivia She got more money but I get busier Think somebody going to end up killing her When it's all said and done After they said I've won All I'm going to say is... I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Hood had love for this bitch Cause she came from south side queens with a thug ass click Bitch got change, and she changed Now she don't fuck with the hood, probably give a nigga brains Bitch got boogie on a nigga Went from the hood to hollywood got a movie on a nigga Bitch talking greasy like new york sting Sucking down south dick that's some new york thing And the bitch used to be cool, hood even liked the bitch Used to listen to again in the weeds She had stories of many men, times in the club and niggas that was wanksta but the truth was to see Bitch ain't shyt, she was real good at bluffing it Ordered protection on the niggas she was fucking with Now that's a ho that you just can't trust Hired cops, that's a ho that you just can't touch Bitch moved out new york when they were swinging them Glocks Bitch got a deep voice but she would be singing a lot Bitch would sell her soul just to get on the charts Want to front like she's gangsta but she got no heart And she going to get hit by the mac and All in the back and this time i bet the jaw will be cracking She's going to get broken to fractions d block is the faction All i can say is im sorry ms. jackson I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times

Illa on the beat Woah, have mercy on me, uh Woah, have mercy on me Father Cause I've been robbin' I've been stealin' I've been messed up, haah For that big gold chain Slang cocaine Don't get gassed up, haah There's niggas gettin' murdered Murder, murder Show you shit you never heard of Have mercy on me, Montana Oh la-la-la, I got it on You could bread or let the bread break you You can make choices or let choice make you Came from a hole in hell with hella hoes Shawty knees weak like Derrick Rose Baby I'm the one like (?) Our Father, I was baptized in dirty water Lost my right hand, I'm on a different time Put 5 holes in your face, Olympic sign Servin' straight white, Gwen Stefan' Talkin'-talkin' bout, bad breaks, straight grind I'm in Highland, shawty gone, alien Came from the corner now homie rockin' stadiums Couple dollars what the homie kill for Money order what a killer wish for Squad have mercy Left the gun range, hopped in the Rover Woke up, the nigga seen her with a chip on my shoulder Woah, have mercy on me, uh Woah, have mercy on me Father Cause I've been robbin' I've been stealin' I've been messed up, haah For that big gold chain Slang cocaine Don't get gassed up, haah There's niggas gettin' murdered Murder, murder Show you shit you never heard of Have mercy on me, Montana Oh la-la-la, I got it on Yeah have mercy on me Lord knows the devil's been workin' on me My man got the guns but the work is on me I'm startin' to feel like a curse is on me Hooked up the tubes with the nurses on me Poke some Peru with the purse in Long Beach Lotta shit that you ain't gon' see As far as the money goes, you can bank on me His lips is full, the Rolls-Royce tank on E And alive is somethin' that you ain't gon' be, yeah You know what the cash'll do (what?) It'll make your murder game international Is it blasphemy if I blast for you? This amazin' what a gun and a mask'll do I'm becomin' a beast I'm the last of a breed that's becomin' deceased Have mercy Woah, have mercy on me, uh Woah, have mercy on me Father Cause I've been robbin' I've been stealin' I've been messed up, haah For that big gold chain Slang cocaine Don't get gassed up, haah There's niggas gettin' murdered Murder, murder Show you shit you never heard of Have mercy on me, oh This goes out to those choose to use disrespectful views On the king of PHILLY, represent the 215 24/7, 365, 211's, 187's, who want die? 6 million way, which one you want try? Rest in peace to B-I-double G-I You want trouble? Put you to sleep like a double G hah What's beef? 20 akhi's strapped like a jihad See me, slippin' in the streets, never be I I creep, stay low, and never cease fire I keep extra gats for extra cats Yes it's the Mac and I'm back to put the crip on rap The most crazy Sigel baby Mac-10 and eagle crazy Renegade like Slim Shady That Mossberg 12 gauge bang like M80, cause damage God damn it, you can't stand it Take heed from French Montana and don't panic I'm a boss in these streets like William and Rameek That's ball game Flow tight like denim from Balmain Have mercy on me, have mercy on them Get 'em choked with they jeans, get 'em murked in they Benz Give a fuck about these rappers, care less about they friends I don't think about they hoes, I don't think about they ends Let's get a ghost rope, watch all them niggas hang 100 shot Tommy gun, every bullet bangs Back to bein' holiday, every day holy You can talk about your Rollie, I can motherfuckin' yap it off Why don't you go and get and a gun and try to clap it off Who said they was the king? Wear your crown so I can smack it off Nigga this is Beanie Sigel, French, Kiss, and Ghost Fuck around and have you murdered, make you french kiss a ghost Watch your approach or get stomped like a roach I'm the ghetto president but ain't never have a vote, never Watch what you sayin' if you care about your throat I get every bone broke lil locc What nigga? Woah, have mercy on me, uh Woah, have mercy on me Father Cause I've been robbin' I've been stealin' I've been messed up, haah For that big gold chain Slang cocaine Don't get gassed up, haah There's niggas gettin' murdered Murder, murder Show you shit you never heard of Have mercy on me, oh