The Mix Tape Volume IV: 60 Minutes of Fu

Still just happy to be here, y`know?<br>Funk Flex, Volume 4, let`s do it<br><br>[Jadakiss]<br>Uh-huh, uhh..<br>Two thousand, what, what, yo<br>I be the K-I double to the death and that`s that<br>If niggaz half nice, then that mean they half wack<br>Aqua blue Viper, whyn`t you try to pass that<br>With bitches that`ll snipe you where you buy your hash at<br>I even give daps to niggaz I blast at<br>And y`all gon` give me my ASCAP, or get your ass capped<br>I take the clip out, and hit you with the back of the gun<br>Then put it back in and shoot you in the back if you run<br>Call me Jada, I love to clap the shit out a hater<br>Give my lawyer seven then give him another three later<br>Cause you know it cost a hundred to beat it<br>And I lost plenty fights, but my gun is still undefeated<br>Cause I`m tryin to be around like Boston Baked Beans<br>Gave so many samples out, that it`s hard to shake fiends<br>Since a young boy, I was taught to mind my neck<br>And since a grown man, I was taught to sign my checks<br>And I don`t want drama, but if you do I`m killin your children<br>Go to any project in the world and chill in the buildin<br>Hit me later, I think not, I keep the glock<br>And drive around with no coat cause my seats is hot<br>Fuck buyin a Range, if I ain`t with my son I`m gettin high<br>or either with my niggaz, at the firin range<br>While y`all clown niggaz keep jokin, and get treated like ashes<br>I clip y`all off and keep smokin<br><br>[Chorus: repeat 2X] <br>I don`t care who you with, or who you get<br>Or what you got, all of that`ll get you shot<br>Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot<br>Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot<br><br>[Jadakiss]<br>Ay yo, I got a lotta shit on my chest <br>and niggaz wanna put more on it; so I gotta put on my vest<br>You got grazed in the head so that mean you was duckin<br>Seen my shades by your bed so that mean I was fuckin<br>While you was out frontin, I was in, nothin for nothin<br>All in ya honey, walkin `round countin ya money<br>Holdin ya stacks, in the closet loadin ya gats<br>Feedin ya curs, skeetin all over ya furs<br>Right before yo` ass come home I`m peelin the tar<br>And have the shorties like, "Damn, Jay willied the car"<br>I`m like God, cause y`all can`t touch me or see me<br>But y`all know I`m there and y`all know that y`all need me<br>New five wagon, with the old Bebe`s<br>And I`m an old G so I listen to old CD`s<br>My rocks is so rippy, if you was watchin arms in a party<br>you won`t skip me<br>I`m like a nigga in jail waitin<br>so come get me<br>But if the job ain`t done quickly and done swiftly<br>you catchin one-fifty<br>Cross your face, then I bang you in the stomach<br>And make sure I go in your pockets after you vomit<br>If that ain`t good enough, I`m a light things up<br>Cause they love me in the hood, I`m like the ice cream truck<br>Nigga, this is to the general public<br>When you hear the name Jadakiss nigga, ain`t nothin above it<br>Fuck it<br><br>[Chorus]