Jadakiss

Jadakiss - Air It Out songtekst

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[Jadakiss]



                      Work wit me



                      I wanna thank y'all fa comin out



                      Tonight



                      Dis iz sum reel' shit



                    Ah--hah

                    [Jadakiss]



                      First things first



                      When a nigga money ain’t right



                      That makes things worst



                      Now he's just breathing he can barely manage



                      And he's way past starvin



                      He's really famished



                      His right-hand man is up north, that's hurtin em



                      His cellphone bout to cut off, spring jerkin em



                      And his baby moms startin to do her thing again



                      She left him for a nigga pumpin e up in Bengaltin



                      If his money is right than maybe he can diss her



                      But he can't, and niggas is breakin his little sister



                      His pops just past



                      His mom use to be an occasional sniffer



                      Then she started fuckin with the gas



                      Dude use to be a star back then



                      He had the benz CL something



                      But he just turned his car back in



                      Mad carrots pawned all his rings



                      Took this thing next thing I know



                      Money pawned all his bling



                      Now he just like everybody



                      With the same old plans



                      That can’t get over the hump



                      With the same old grams



                      They was on the block making fun of him



                      He slid off came back with his hammer and killed everyone of em

                    [Hook]



                      Cause when I come through clear it out,



                      Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out



                      When I come through clear it out,



                      Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out



                      When I come through clear it out,



                      Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out



                      When i come through clear it out



                      Play the sideline and observe

                    Me and B.I go man to man



                      I know niggas with an asshole



                      Full of parole that go hand in hand



                      Fuck hot thats humidity



                      And you can’t mix money with stupidity



                      Even though I get my coke from Columbia



                      My cars from Germany



                      And my guns from Sicily



                      Nothin personal but I was raised different



                      Hold my joint sideways so I blaze different



                      Give it to anybody fuck an age difference



                      From those in the world to those in the ca****



                      Rub the kite on your chest and swallow the stamp



                      At the end of the day they still gonna follow the champ



                      It ain’t about being lyrical



                      Cause when I get in the booth



                      I make miracles and I ain’t stared at you



                      But I’m in tune with the hood so I’m better than you



                      And when you see me comin you know what is better to do

                    [Hook]

                    [Jadakiss]



                      Can’t lie all I got is my balls and my vocals



                      And the only security I roll wit is my social



                      It don’t look decent



                      It’s like niggas left they crew in the hood



                      And went on the rode with the presint



                      Had it up to here with this fake shit



                      They don’t even want a nigga to earn his



                      Just give and take shit



                      Just make sure you mention my name in da top brackets



                      And make sure you mention your name as the top faggot



                      Trust me this go around I will not have it



                      I putin niggas heads to bed like crapmadics



                      How you think your man died



                      More money than respect



                      And it wasn’t close it was by a landslide



                      Listen my nigga your work is sloppy



                      And I don’t love them hoes but the purple got me



                      If I don’t don’t do it with music imma do it wit poppy



                      Just play the sideline and observe and watch me



                      Let’s go

                    [Hook] 
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