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    Still just happy to be here, y'know?
    Funk Flex, Volume 4, let's do it

    Uh-huh, uhh..
    Two thousand, what, what, yo
    I be the K-I double to the death and that's that
    If niggaz half nice, then that mean they half wack
    Aqua blue Viper, whyn't you try to pass that
    With bitches that'll snipe you where you buy your hash at
    I even give daps to niggaz I blast at
    And y'all gon' give me my ASCAP, or get your ass capped
    I take the clip out, and hit you with the back of the gun
    Then put it back in and shoot you in the back if you run
    Call me Jada, I love to clap the shit out a hater
    Give my lawyer seven then give him another three later
    Cause you know it cost a hundred to beat it
    And I lost plenty fights, but my gun is still undefeated
    Cause I'm tryin to be around like Boston Baked Beans
    Gave so many samples out, that it's hard to shake fiends
    Since a young boy, I was taught to mind my neck
    And since a grown man, I was taught to sign my checks
    And I don't want drama, but if you do I'm killin your children
    Go to any project in the world and chill in the buildin
    Hit me later, I think not, I keep the glock
    And drive around with no coat cause my seats is hot
    Fuck buyin a Range, if I ain't with my son I'm gettin high
    or either with my niggaz, at the firin range
    While y'all clown niggaz keep jokin, and get treated like ashes
    I clip y'all off and keep smokin

    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    I don't care who you with, or who you get
    Or what you got, all of that'll get you shot
    Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot
    Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot

    Ay yo, I got a lotta shit on my chest
    and niggaz wanna put more on it; so I gotta put on my vest
    You got grazed in the head so that mean you was duckin
    Seen my shades by your bed so that mean I was fuckin
    While you was out frontin, I was in, nothin for nothin
    All in ya honey, walkin 'round countin ya money
    Holdin ya stacks, in the closet loadin ya gats
    Feedin ya curs, skeetin all over ya furs
    Right before yo' ass come home I'm peelin the tar
    And have the shorties like, "Damn, Jay willied the car"
    I'm like God, cause y'all can't touch me or see me
    But y'all know I'm there and y'all know that y'all need me
    New five wagon, with the old Bebe's
    And I'm an old G so I listen to old CD's
    My rocks is so rippy, if you was watchin arms in a party
    you won't skip me
    I'm like a nigga in jail waitin
    so come get me
    But if the job ain't done quickly and done swiftly
    you catchin one-fifty
    Cross your face, then I bang you in the stomach
    And make sure I go in your pockets after you vomit
    If that ain't good enough, I'm a light things up
    Cause they love me in the hood, I'm like the ice cream truck
    Nigga, this is to the general public
    When you hear the name Jadakiss nigga, ain't nothin above it
    Fuck it


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