Jae Millz Lyrics

Album: Unknown

No, No, No (Remix) Lyrics

f/ 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.)

 I know these ho niggaz hate this, I know this niggaz hate this

 Fake until you make it nigga

 If I wanted to be me as long as wanted to be I'd hate me too nigga, you know

 

 (Verse)

 It's your decision, we can do it however you want to

 Fight or shoot it out, look the choice is on you

 You 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 we comparing the crews

 If we ever meet cha, we gotcha for keepin' ya jewels

 Keep your raps on the beats . . . and the talkin and keep talkin

 Cause is that 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 cotch, whatever you got

 Cause what I come with too heavy to cock, clearing the block

 Nigga beggin' me to stop talkin' bout (No, no, no)

 Ain't this what you niggaz wanted to get, wanted with Tip?

 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 just wasted a trip (Come if you want to man)

 Combat time, was flat lines, 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!?