I could, mmm, yeah I could drive a Benz But I'm still in my old ass Honda Cocky's in a coma, but I got my commas It be skinny dudes packin' those anacondas I might be petite, but I'm a fuckin' monster Everything I do hits the roof My city's on the moon, fuck a toque No cap, I'm outtie Everything I fear's on a noose I ain't got nothing to lose Two two's, I'm outtie Everything I do hits the roof My city's on the moon, fuck a toque No cap, I'm outtie Everything I fear's on a noose I ain't got nothing to lose Two two's, I'm outtie Some girls say, you lucky I don't want your man But the truth is Boy, you lucky I don't want your plan, because Blueprint, and Blonded, good kid, m.A.A.d city Got love for Amy and Fugees, and Lauryn But no fuckin' pinche cabron, let's get it Seein' every color like tie-dye is Never really ever had a high like this Tryna keep my head up and avoid minus No negative, I'm just tryin' to mind my biz Titties still small, nails not done Hair not done and my teeth ain't fixed But your man, your mom, your sis Your favorite artist, all of them love my shit Why? I'm different, you're different, we're different (Two heads, different, are you listenin'?) Everything I do hits the roof My city's on the moon, fuck a toque No cap, I'm outtie Everything I fear's on a noose I ain't got nothing to lose Two two's, I'm outtie Everything I do hits the roof My city's on the moon, fuck a toque No cap, I'm outtie Everything I fear's on a noose I ain't got nothing to lose Two two's, I'm outtie

I love you, muah Ah, yeah, yo, lot of square feet chopping speed is the minimum Talk all subliminal in love with a criminal It's all coming back to the pop no chemicals She can get high on the spot no interviews No carbs, just vitamins, mineral Riding shotgun in the coop with the general You go hard for the kids so I'm into you Yeah, hold you down, that's what I'm fina do No girls are right, like you do for me baby That's why I hold you down, that's why I hold you down Girls don't decide and got I need baby, that's why I hold you down That's why I hold you down Yo, cash coming rapidly, chicks coming after me There cause I wanna be not cause I have to be You the one I wanna be with my actions I knew you were special cause we hit it off naturally Had your guards off at first now you're attached to me Gotta give you all of me, can't give you half of me You take your time girl, we gonna move carefully A hot bath water, the meals you prepare for me When nobody was, you were always there for me And I love myself just need you to care for me You got more than enough, I owe you now So it's only right that I hold you down No girls are right, like you do for me baby That's why I hold you down, that's why I hold you down Girls don't decide and got I need baby, that's why I hold you down That's why I hold you down I say damn it I let this one get away She's what I'm wanting and no comparing to you girl I never breakin your heart, concealing games, no need for looking Cause there none that hurt you girl Hey girl, it's lame trying to play with you, I'm trying to stay with you Yo know what I mean? stay forever and a day with you Never mind them side chicks and made issue They ain't nothing but bad luck the day was you They ain't about them knowing about the 2 of us They can't stand to see us doing us And I told you this is what I go through But words can't explain it so that's why now I gotta hold you No girls are right, like you do for me baby That's why I hold you down, that's why I hold you down Girls don't decide and got I need baby, that's why I hold you down That's why I hold you down You in good hands, we gonna be high, haha, I love you, muah

Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God And it's hard just being the boss Being I can't go to jail 'cause them years will cost me Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me Rather just sit back and roll a Dutch Think how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch Think about how I'ma get the cocaine over customs Never underestimate niggaz or over trust them Uh, yeah them M's is right in my face I just gotta throw my timbs on and tighten my lace If it don't jam, the tech will spray When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray 'Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't shake the Devil Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground I know how to get my pairs off me They can cry and die from high blood pressure 'cause tears are salty It's a symptom if you bobbin' your head Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip When I get it, you already know I'm throwin' them bricks Puttin' purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwin' them nicks That's right, homey, you can't move me I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies All you shootin' is the breeze, a bootleg uzi I'm just waitin' on a queue like Suzie, don't lose me These penitentiary chances that I take Should be able to get the mansion by the lake But I invest my bread into something else Into something else that'll make something melt You just gotta feel the kid If not rap for the fact of how real he is, whatup The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground Aiyo, niggaz know the champ is in here He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year And I just wanna rock for a century And then chase the book with the documentary If you can't do none other than flow Life's a bitch like the mother from blow, let's go Don't make me put your heart in your lap Fuck ridin' the beat nigga, I parallel park on the track Hop out lookin' crispy, fresh and new In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi blue And, I don't know you But I know a man becomes a man From all the shit that he go through Ya'll ain't fuckin' with Jason After I cash in, there's really no justification Of how I'm gonna change the game, so don't get outta line 'Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground

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