[Intro: Jadakiss]

I'll do it thousand times..

Matter of fact, I can do it 3000 times

Call me Mr 3000

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]

These rappers need to take a lying course

Hit a hoodrat put her on a iron horse

Just remember, you the worker, I'm the boss

Little niggas, go to your room, and do your chores

I can get anything, nigga, if I want it

Make a gentleman's bet and put a pie on it

Treat the track like shit, and talk fly on it

I ain't watching the throne, but got my eye on it

[Verse 2: Styles P]

I invented movie's matinee

If rap didn't that work then it was back to yay

In an hour like EP, MD, Yeah biggie the best, nigga, then me (and me)

And Louch, still bang you out cherry red M3 Coupe

Still with the niggas that I grew up with

Couple niggas threw up shit, Blew up shit

All this for a vehicle, blew up kids

Condo downtown with a new tough bitch

Best friend cook crack good and suck dick

Probably the rap nigga girlfriend that I fuck with

[Verse 3: Jadakiss & Styles P]

Uh, can't firm, this is wavy

Blowing out loud packs with the prince of Haiti

Welcome home to my nigga 80

I was moving them things, you was just a baby

I'm in the mean zone

I spit mean poems

For these mean clones

Forest green foams

The needle of a thread flow need a seam song

Hard plastic, blue steel and mean chrome

I'm no hater, you're no greater

I'm accustomed to crushing the bodega

Buying all this new shit, with old paper

Silk Versaces, Go with them old gators

Turbo with a white hemi, Grey goose, Patron shots of White Remy

Over the years I've acquired some nice pennies

Violate, So I could fire this nice semi

Suit taylor though, nigga, hand made

Your girl spinnin on my dick like the fan blade

Blowing like the AC

Been nice as Biggie days, fuck it we on a rampage

Jay to the mwah, I'll ghost you

Say good bye to whoever you close to

Always been top 5, now I'm in top one

Fly nigga, make a model with a shotgun

Roll a dutch, be happy that you're shotgun

I know alot of gangsters, your man's not one

With the jeweler or the dealer at the lot, hun

And I get a lot of paper and not one's

Always been the hardest, now I'm just way better than every fucking artist

Everybody's a target, we ain't on a intake

Your girl sucking the seats out

I've been straight

All she see is templates

All I see is permanent money

Go ahead and spit game cause

You're learning it from me

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