Jadakiss Lyrics

Album: Kiss Of Death

Time's Up Lyrics

(feat. Nate Dogg)

 [Jadakiss]

 Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars

 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, that time is over

 While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder

 A 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]

 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 of how real he is, whatever

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Jadakiss]

 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

 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, there'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]