Time's up |
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Time's up Lyrics |
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 Ruff Ryders,ahh[Jadakiss] Yeah, yo, I`m the nigga with the perpetual oyster ars 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`ll 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 `caine 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 [Chorus: Nate Dogg] The time to talk is up So bring the heat, play time is over While you running your mouth I`m creeping up over your shoulder Gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on Call my bluff, start acting up, and I`ll leave you underground [Jadakiss] Yo 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 que 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 that how real he is, what up [Chorus] [Jadakiss] Ah,ya,ah,ya,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 nothin 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, it`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 [Chorus] |
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