Jadakiss Lyrics

Album: Kiss Of Death

Real Hip Hop Lyrics

(feat. Sheek)

 [Swizz Beatz]

 Swizz Beatz the monsta

 Real music (real music) let's go

 

 The hood's hot! (uh-huh, yeah) The hood's hot! (clap)

 The hood's hot! (oh, yeah) The hood's hot (yeah, yeah)

 

 [Verse One: Jadakiss]

 Yo when I squirt the chrome the funeral home

 gon' double they money this year off my work alone

 So cool with it, yet and still I'm old school with it

 Nobody gotta know who did it

 Two-thirds of the L.O., where the X at?

 Hoodie under the suit jacket, double-breast that

 I'm in the hood like scratch-offs, get them packs off

 Lame niggaz cuffin them whack whores

 Use of the pick goin back door, no more for the fake

 Just stand there and I'ma dish it back off

 Might lay it up, might not

 Niggaz don't be in the wrong place cause it's me in the right spot

 I'm quite hot, y'all niggaz is quite pop

 The record don't sell then I still got light rocks

 Like wearin Timbs with Nike socks

 And the lil' bit of money I did make I put it in light stocks

 

 [Swizz Beatz]

 Yeah, how y'all doin out there (Jada whattup nigga?)

 How y'all doin out there? (It's your boy Sheek Louch nigga)

 The hood's hot! (Thanks for invitin me on this track)

 The hood's hot!

 

 [Verse Two: Sheek Louch]

 Yo if my flow too tight, put the pressure on

 Watch the juice come out like I'm squeezin a Sprite

 Make big deals, get out on big bails

 Shit, your career about as short as Amil's (ha ha)

 Shit on niggaz like I had two tails (damn)

 With enough bars to open four jails

 If you don't know nigga, ask Madden

 How I play with the hammer, in Manhattan

 Shank up (yeah) niggaz leak enough blood

 to fill a motherfuckin H-2 tank up

 Getcha bank up (yeah) who you rank up

 Get off his dick and get you a brick (woo!)

 We done seen every John Woo flick

 So act like The Killer instead of some chick (bitch)

 Fuck a pimp cup, get a plastic one (no doubt)

 Put some 'gnac in that shit and go and get it done

 

 [Swizz Beatz]

 How y'all doin out there? (You know what they want right)

 How y'all doin out there? (They want that gangsta shit from us daddy)

 The hood's hot! (So let that shit hit you)

 The hood's hot!

 

 [Verse Three: Sheek]

 Me and 'Kiss hot like lava (no doubt)

 We got sons in the game and we don't need Maury to know who the father

 If we don't know you, your bars ain't big enough (nah)

 You need a gimmick, go run around the block with Puff

 Get a Black Phone, rent some of Jigga's stuff

 I'm like T-Dub, you wanna be dubbed (no doubt)

 I was there when a lil' nigga re'd up

 You ain't Willie, you just act G'd up

 

 [Jadakiss]

 Yeah, uh, yo

 I branched out, so you can get the deez

 In the glass seam bags you can pull the stamps out

 Nigga the champ's out, we don't rock loud colors

 We pop loud guns nigga to stand out

 You know what it is kid, your man got the money in his crib

 Then we gon' go in your man's house

 Double R D-Block nigga the camp's out

 Can't forget about Swizz, he blowin the amps out, what?

 

 [Swizz Beatz]

 How y'all doin out there?

 How y'all doin out there?

 The hood's hot!

 The hood's hot!