(Chorus)    They call me Jumpman  I rock them new jays  whats on your neck bro?  like 22 kays  when will you be rich?  in 22 days  How do you make the money?  I gotta few ways  (x2)    (first verse) ACE    I got fresh bread, it is never stale  Im straight to the point like a digital scale  brought work to school like co-op  and i always bring the heat, but i dont talk to no cops  i make big cake like a tall baker  your in the background like wallpaper  this is not mastered it was just mixxed  on wax for your ears like q-tips  hoes wanna hang out like a clothes line  so i bang em then i tell em get lost like no sign  i got hard without male enhancers  and im so smooth like a head with cancer    (chorus) (x2)    do you smell that ?  slite gain wiff  white paint piff  bright late lift  lightweight sniffed  nice date swift  tite great stiff  bite wait spit  dry grade lit  tie died mixxed  ride str8 fixxed  for those high way chicks  that are driveway pissed  well my ways this  buy jay kicks  grind pray frick  rhyme weigh zip  lime grape or nip  pry legs quick   sly swag slick  "bye" drag dip  why brag lip?  lie nag trip  spy tag yip    (chorus) (x2)    (third verse) ACE    aayo, if your slangin then lets go  while i hang in my ecko  with a bag full of smarties if your bangin to techno  wheres the party smarty? we can start with a 40  then end with an orgy  it depends if your horny  undo my belt hunny and drop my drawrs for me  export a hundi  dresser drawrs full of money  cutting boards full of yayo  gotta bitch tucked in the bed and  im cutting the coke with ephedrine  the prices are to pricy   it might seem sheisty  my bitches act feisty   so dont say nothen unless your sayin it nicely  my currency accumulates  currently im used to hate, purposely refuse to weight    (chorus) (x4)    Fatal Division 2009    these lyrics are submitted by canadian hip hop feind