[Jadakiss]   Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars   Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God   And...it's hard just being the boss   Being I can't go to jail cause them years'll cost me   Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me   Rather just sit back and roll a dutch   Think how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch   Think about how I'ma get the 'caine over Customs   Never underestimate niggaz, or over trust them   Uh...yeah them M's is right in my face   I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace   If it don't jam, the Tech will spray   When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray   Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle   I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't shake the devil   Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what      [Chorus: Nate Dogg]   The time to talk is up   So bring the heat, that time is over   While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder   A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on   Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground      [Jadakiss]   I know how to get my pairs off me   They can cry and die from high blood pressure cause tears are salty   It's a symptom if you bobbin your head   Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip   When I get it, you already know I'm throwin them bricks   Puttin purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwin them nicks   That's right, homey, you can't move me   I ain't goin nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies   All you shootin is the breeze, a bootleg uzi   I'm just waitin on a que like Suzie, don't lose me   These penitentiary chances that I take   Should be able to get the mansion by the lake   But I invest my bread into something else   Into something else that'll make something melt   You just gotta feel the kid   if not rap for the fact of how real he is, whatever      [Chorus]      [Jadakiss]   Aiyo, niggaz know the champ is in here   He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year   And I just wanna rock for a century   Then chase the book with the documentary   If you, can't do nothin other than flow   Life's a bitch like the mother from +Blow+, let's go   Don't make me put your heart in your lap   Fuck ridin the beat, nigga, I parallel park on the track   Hop out lookin crispy, fresh and new   In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi blue   And, I don't know you.   But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through   Ya'll ain't fuckin with Jason   After I cash in, there's really no justification   Of how I'm gonna change the game, so don't get outta line   Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up      [Chorus]