Jadakiss - Show Discipline Lyrics

Jadakiss - Show Discipline Video

(Jadakiss)

Yoooo!!

Uh, uh-huh, uh

 

Yo yo yo yo aiyyo

Never will it stop

Hanguns with double digit shots

I move work on other niggas blocks

Leave out the club wit a another niggas watch

Body that man and let other niggas watch

Only thing worse than a coward, is a coward with power

Gotta kill him in the shower, hour

Beats is knockin, hooks is rare

Earned my spot, nobody aint put me here

Burnt my block, I had a fiend cookin wit beer

Like the Bobby Womack of crack

Might see me in the burgandy thing, or the black on black

Matter of fact, go get ya chrome

Cause I rather be, broke together than rich alone

Clappin em' down, backin em' down (uh)

Fuck what ever happened before, I'm whats happenin' now

 

(Chorus: Nas (Jada))

Now gangstas live, gangstas die

Grab ya guns, soldiers ride (show discipline nigga!)

Kill ya moms, kill ya pops, kill ya seed

Kill ya girl (Its principle nigga!)

Sell ya crack, sell ya coke

Sell ya E, sell ya smoke (you hustlin nigga!)

Grab ya nine, grab ya pound

Grab ya tec, grab ya pump (you bustin at niggaz!,wha)

 

(Nas)

We bravehearted, I had bitches tryin to posion me

Niggaz who kilt loyalty

Set me up, vested up my move accordingly

I ducked icepicks and icesticks by cops who rookies

Hard to be righteous, and when life can just stop for pussy

Niggaz killin over hoes, guns concealed in their clothes

Bodies at funerals, touch them they feel like they froze

Speech, totally calm, holdin dead rappers dome in my palm

Burnin flag, plus its on the qu'ran, its on the bible

Plus america cause that every car thats drivin

Holdin the homeless sign you focus you know its Nas then

Prince of the globe, leave no prince of the toast

Played with Ouija boards, burned frankencense wit a ghost

I've learned, to do good plus a waste of evil

And do what it takes to keep a smile on the face of my people

I was raised by the apes in this dark creepshow, but yo

 

(Chorus)

 

(Jadakiss)

Yo yo yo yo yo yo

Think bout when I splatter ya mask (yea)

My niggas is happy, ya momma is sad

If ya niggas is riders, the drama will last

If ya niggas is snitch, been judgin my ass

They said I'm too famous to run

So when I empty out this clip, I'm changin the gun

The realer the beef, the longer the clip

Murder ya mans, I'm gone in the mist

Call this girl after dark so we talked the bitch

We aint care cause the whore wasnt shit

Doll, I aint takin the L or waistin a shell

I bring the heat like I'm satan itself

Fuck if you hard, fuck if you soft, long as you lost

Dick in the dirt, shit in ya drawers

Ill make ya grandmother get on the floor

Tie you up, then beat you to a pulp, say that this is a war

If'n the four, mackin a pump, actin I dump

Throw you out the window then act like you jump

 

(Chorus 2x)

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Jadakiss - Put Ya Hands Up Lyrics

Jadakiss - Put Ya Hands Up Video

Turn the fuckin beat on!

Ha!! Yeah, we back!

I had to switch back to Dom Perignon in rap baby!

Cock-and-run to stay in the business

Son of a bitch! Double R, look at me now motherf..

Two-thousand-and-one, Kiss the Game Goodbye let's get it on!

 

It's the J-A-D-A I got beef with the feds and the D-A

I got footage of the game press replay

I got bitches in the club all over me, ma take it easy

And y'all scared I can tell

But I'ma get Bucks like Milwaukee cause like +Sam+ I +Can-sell+

I'm that nigga y'all know that

Bang you in tha yard then slide off on the early go back

In the streets I flash the cannon like Kodak

And I spray threes so say cheese

Already told you I'm lookin for enemies

Double R so of course it's better

I love cornrows and Farrah Fawcett feathers

It's a message in a glass bottle read the letter

Money in the bank membership Visa sweaters

And we ride or d-i-e together

 

Hook:

Uh uh come on put ya hands up

Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Come on put ya hands up

Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

 

Y'all know I got the master flow, fast or slow

You wanna know who the best is ask ya hoe

The honies don't lie they love it

And they cop for real trust me dogg the thugs will dub it

'Kiss hit you with consecutive hot shit

Therefore nobody never gon' spit like I spit

Get money just to walk through off the books

So when you mention my name shit is off the hook

Shirts is off, titties is out

And you know if I'm there, hardest niggas in the city is out

I'm in the club ice over the thermal waitin for you to try me

When the lights get low I'ma burn you

Start with straight shots and then pop bottles

Flirt with the hood rats then pop models

Gotta slay two or more, ma, is our motto

And y'all might get down with the team if y'all swallow

 

Hook (2x)

 

(Muahh) Kiss the game goodbye, the game is mine

You thought wrong change ya mind

I'm the nigga that'll pop the king and scoop the queen

And take over the town with a ruthless team

New S-Type wagon, future green

Gun heavy pants saggin I'm used to cream

Who you know can make a million dollar bail on cash

Never did a day and got the jails on smash, K-I double

I move the pedico quick, and just let the manteca bubble

'Kiss been a boss, y'all just start workin

Now put ya hands up 'til ya arms start hurtin

Don't put 'em down 'til I tell you

Whoever wanna be hard headed then find out what the shells do

Now you can put 'em down if you want

But soon as the hook come back put 'em up

 

Hook (2x)

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Jadakiss - Knock Yourself Out Lyrics

Jadakiss - Knock Yourself Out Video

Uh-huh, you know where I'm takin this

I'm takin it right there they leave me no choice

AOWWWWW!! Uh, uh, oh

 

(Verse One)

She said she was a model for a year and a half

And if she took her pins out,

Then her hair would drop down to her calf

I knew her man, he was just up North

And would've got left up North, but he was the chef up North

Anyway I'm K-I-double

All I do is get dough, spit flows, try to stay out of trouble

If you ready we could move, just lose your man

Or hit the dance floor, I'll show you how to do my dance

Or I might let you play in the garden

Or sit up in that white thing and listen to the greatest of Marvin

The estate got six locations

Take so long to get to the front once I missed probation

And I hate to brag

I know ya man really wouldn't like the Beretta but he'd hate the Mag

And yeah here go a blank check, rock yourself out

But in the mean time girl knock yourself out

 

(Chorus)

Oh you modelin momma? (knock yourself out)

Wanna let ya hair down? (knock yourself out)

Oh you ready to move? (knock yourself out)

Whatchu wanna sit in the Coupe? (knock yourself out)

Wanna keep on dancin? (knock yourself out)

Wanna run in my mansion? (knock yourself out)

Sit in V.I.P.? (knock yourself out)

Bitch you just wanna be seen (knock yourself out)

 

(Verse Two)

Now you can knock yourself out like you boxin yourself

Or you can get real freaky start poppin yourself

And my watch got so many rocks, when you look at the time

It's sorta like you watchin yourself, uhh

Front if you want, I puff a few blunts

And take a cruise in a Porsche wit the trunk in the front

She had the Jocko B'sure sandals, told her hop in

The coupe blew her mind when she couldn't find the door handles

Attitude very high maintence; check this out ma

I'm runnin out of my patience

Don't sleep wit me? Then don't speak wit me

And neva talk bad bout niggaz that eat wit me

 

(Chorus)

 

(Verse Three)

Aiyyo, honey know I'm waitin to leave

Keep dancin, cause I like how that ass shake in them capris

I'm like Big wit the murder mamis up in Belize

But I'll still fuck a chickenhead like Lil' Cease

I don't care if they model, bet they all gon' chill

First nigga to cook base on a Foreman grill

And you might win some, but you just lost one

Kiss +Miseducates+ 'em like Lauryn Hill

 

(Chorus) (Fades)

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Jadakiss - Still Feel Me Lyrics

Jadakiss - Still Feel Me Video

Uh-Huh

Real life shit

Feel me

Matter fact, still feel me

 

(Jadakiss)

Aiyyo

Past few years

Shit got so ill, was kinda hard for the god the laugh through tears

I went through something wit mama, no drama

Something that came and went, real life Karma

My pop think his son is desertin' him, it's hurtin' him

Guess I got to be the man and sit down and work wit him

My little boy seven, he the sequel to the thugs

So I told him the money will never equal to the love

Listen, I'm grown y'all

When comes to my family, it ain't never a problem, it's only a phone call

They tend and take that and run wit it

So every other month, I be on some new phone, new number shit

The Violators stay again

Gus totaled the Beamer and broke K leg again

SHHHHHH!! Let us pray again

And I ain't get enough of hangin' in the local bars yet

Had to let the thang off cross town in the projects

All these rumors and shit but I ain't get robbed yet

Bitch ass niggas ain't stop actin' like broads yet

In arm reach of a gun and a mask

Somebody clipped me for a hundred in cash

Still feel me

I hit the road and tried to get more grip

And It was cool till a muthafuckin' tour bus flip

No charges brought up

Bitch popped up wit a kid and got caught up, then I put the caught up

Now the road to the riches is takin' me longer

It ain't kill me yet so it's makin' me stronger

I don't know if it's the hate, frustration or hunger

That keep a nigga goin', rappin for a reason

Shit don't just happen, Shit happens for a reason

I'm that dude, like it or love it

I do my thing in the hood and get right wit a budget

Ain't afraid to give my life to the public

And when you see me next time maybe we can further discuss

How my sixteens give you a visual

I know you thinkin he ain't really sellin', how he live off residuals

But right now, the game is pitiful

And niggas is lonely, they need company cuz they miserable

 

Yeah, Uh-huh

Shit is still real B

That's why I want you to still feel me

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Jadakiss - Kiss Is Spittin Lyrics

Jadakiss - Kiss Is Spittin Video

(feat. Nate Dogg)

 

(Jadakiss)

Uhh.. uh, uh, uh-uh-uh

Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh

Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh

Uh (uh) uh (uh) uh-uh-uh

Uh (uh) uh (uh) uh-uh-uh

Uh (uh) uh (uh) uh-uh-uh

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Hey yo I got land cars and jewelry, and artillery

And I got every hood feelin me

It's nuttin like when a thug get at you and spit thug literature

Your fanbase wanna get rid of you

Still in the hood doin it

I don't know why I'm doin this, we don't eve move a lot of units

But ain't no threats, don't stress me dog

You gotta let me hear somethin to impress me dog

When I spit I put rappers in line, then smack 'em around

I got 'em all home practicin now

You know 'Kiss be, icey hard and crispy

The truck's manual but the Coupe is 6-B

Listen I ain't never spit nonsense

I'm from the street with a mean vocabulary contents

Whoever you send I'll send back

Y'all all been wack; 'Kiss is makin a strong impact

C'mon

 

(Chorus: Nate Dogg)

(When 'Kiss, is spittin) They don't love you no more

(When 'Kiss, is spittin) Things will never be the same a-gain

(When 'Kiss, is spittin) Why they hatin on you

(Jada) It's just like that, ha! (When 'Kiss, is spittin)

 

(Jadakiss)

Uh, uh, yo, yo

Sinnin or not, I'm grinnin a lot, spendin a knot

Dirty denim and a cinnamon fox

Bitches'll follow, gangsters'll ride, gentlemen watch

Buy the bar, leave drunk, shoot up the block

You might hear 'Kiss spittin, but after the show

You might hear clips spittin, we after your glow

Things'll never be the same again

When your frame get bent, link get worn, change get spent

Confiscate your whip you think you a player?

I could confiscate your bitch, take her and slay her

If a nigga nicer than me, then Christ is here

You got somethin in the bank? Then the dice is here

I could show you how to gamble your money, handle a gun

But be a family man and go home to your son

Light a candle where you stand, cause that's where you died

And if you heard 'Kiss spittin, then you know it was won, uh

 

(Chorus)

 

(Jadakiss)

Yo, yo

Hey yo the voice got a lot of people heated, peep it

The flow is like methadone lot of people need it

Seen it all happen before

Feel like I'm still hustlin; cause the way I'm rappin is raw

You could put your jewels on it

You might just see me in the lightning pickup with the 22's on it

The stakes'll cost you; understand one thing

I do great field work plus I'ma boss too

Loyalty is hard to come by

Y'all know who the streets is run by, could only be one guy

And that be who but 'Kiss, no security

The burner and some niggaz that I grew up with

And the brand new 911, fuck a dime

With a fine eleven at stop signs I'm revvin

And the flow is just so obnoxious

As far as the Double R camp go, dawg I got this, c'mon now

 

(Chorus w/o Jada (repeat 2X))

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