No, No, No (Remix)

歌詞

No, No, No (Remix) Jae Millz, Cam'ron, T.I (Jae Millz) Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here All hoods, stand up All rude bwoys (Cam'Ron) It's the remix, Killa, Dip Set Harlem, mo say, chrome holla at me (Verse) Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts Call 'em dunts, tell them hoes go sell them cunts Roll hella blunts, and I'm only gonna tell you once (No, No, No...) So you should tell a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a bitch Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can tell I'm rich Cause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that smell like fish, bitch You rockin' Dada Dot, me I keep a Prada box Ak', gotta rock the rocks, now I got the rock of Roc's (Minimum) And I cop a top, ak chop a glock, suede, beige, knock a knock System in the drop of drops, get the mobstered mopped Get the poppas popped, top a top, shot the pawn Dog, they'll be shotters shot, I done shot a lot Shot the nine, shot the rock, sure shot, shot for sure But I'm secure, no security, killa keep glocks and fours Plus blocks of raw, probably popped your whore But I'm not for sure, bitch wanna hop aboard Hit up the docks and shores (No, No, No...) (T.I.)[T.I] [I know you niggaz sick] I know y'all hate this shit here man,[I know you niggaz sick now ]I know they hate this pimp [Throw up nigga]AY, Iknow these ho niggas hate to see the real niggaz on top ya know wha' i'm sayin [iffya hatin then get on ya job nigga] Fake it until you make it nigga If I wanted to be me as long as you wanted to be I'd hate me too nigga, you know, King of da Muhf**kin' South Nigga, if ya don't like it: KILL YA SELF! (Verse) It's your decision, we can do it however you want to Fight or shoot it out, look the choices is on you Your crew could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool Young pimpin' wont lose nigga (No, no, no...) We can beef if you choose, but if you comparing the crews If we ever meet in public, we gotcha for keepin' ya jewels Keep your raps on the beats . . . and talkin in da interview Cause damn...what you wanna do nigga? (No, no, no...) Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessings Keep that smith and wessun, heckler kotch, whatever you got Cause what I come with too heavy to cock, clearing the block Niggas beg me to stop and i'm like (No, no, no...) Ain't this what you niggaz wanted to get, you wanted what TIP get? Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for runnin' ya lips Spit each and everyone in the clip, and one in your whip Ambulence can waste a trip (Ay, you can come if you want to man) Combat time, was flat lined, to back grime Nigga runnin' actin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm) When the lead flyin' it's bed time, the head lyin' The paper in the morning saying (No, no, no...) (Jae Millz) Yo I been spittin, been gifted, been crazy flow Wize, been attent, shit you can call me Benjamin Brethren, I don't ball with dopes And you can call me anything you want, just don't call me broke (No, no, no...) Most hated, M to the izz H phenomenal Get up and one'll stretch, direct through your abdominal I'm warning you, stop your blood clot cryin' Stop lyin' cause theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no...) Picture me passing my chain, or getting smacked by a lame That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane It just dont sound right, I get your team devoured So don't even TINK about it (No, no, no...) you just a server shorty, I'll leave ya king stun I'm a king son, in Kingston, I bling dumb Only rapper you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome Holla back, how real is that (No, no, no...) No I don't wanna stop, I gotta 'em sick So I'mma keep going, keep flowin' Benz backin' up so I'ma keep rollin' bent And I'm stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the pitbull The tech missiles and the heavy hitters SUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS (Jae Millz) Those my peoples, N Y C Killa, Dip Set They know, T.I. grand hustle What up They know who I am Jae Millz, call me whatever, just don't call me broke Wanna WHAT!?