jadakiss
inkredible remix
Tray I see you, Rosay You know what it is (Maybach Music)  My attitude is fuck it, house big as Publix Shopping is a pleasure, pinky ring a nugget Niggas like the ride, sip lean out the bucket I lean to the side, white whip Michael Douglas  Hard times, call for drastic measures I call my dawg, he bought a Mac eleven Forty rounds hollerin' "where the ? at" Nigga dead serious choppa with a shoulder strap Microphone Micheal Corleone I know I'm wrong The man up above love for me to sing them poems So sing along, you know the song I sing Bring them things along, I gotta feed the team It's Rosay, I need a hundred bottles,  Yellow bitches, all of 'em swallow H town, nigga three o five I can move them packs, each and every night  Triple black Panamera, Phantom of the streets Quarterbackin' these bricks on top of these glass cleats All these stones from my neck and wrist part of the streets ? I'm in the hood under surveillance, buncha haters watchin' Couple choppas out for dinner failin' ain't an option Reclinable seats,  invisible ceilings Competition is murder, haters I'm killing Fuck a money machine, I don't count it I blow it Bitch my money conceited, it look good when I trow it I'm a asshole, therefore my temper is reckless I'm the city of Houston, you can tell I miss Texas The king of the streets, somewhere deep with gorillas Behind something that's tinted, bitch you see the gorillas These other niggas ? And when I seem 'em let's fuck 'em minus the penetration  I'm gettin' situation, I know you bitches hate it I'm in the new Aston, the one Swiss created Can't give you a dime, but I can get you faded Before you become a member, you get initiated A lot of racks, big ice heavy weapon The hood still love me cuz I never left 'em I distributed, yeah, I get rid of it It's all coming back, every bit of it I'm territorial, it's your memorial And don't feel bad, I'm talkin' to all of you This is real shit, and that's nonsense I got AK's, I got Thompson's I got investors, I get sponsors They scared of the crew, I'm wit monsters And ain't nothin' for sure but we touchin' the raw And they gotta let us in or we rushin' the door