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No, No, No (remix) - текст песни



No, No, No (remix)


(f/ Cam'Ron, T.I)


(Jae Millz)





Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here





All hoods, stand up





All rude bwoys


(Cam'Ron)





It's the remix, Killa, Dip Set





Harlem, mo say, chrome holla at me


(Verse)





Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts





Call 'em dunts, tell them hoes go sell them cunts





Roll hella blunts, and I'm only gonna tell you once (No, No, No)





So you should tell a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a bitch





Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can tell I'm rich





Cause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that smell like fish, bitch





You rockin' Dada Dot, me I keep a Prada box





Ak', gotta rock the rocks, now I got the rock of Roc's (Minimum)





And I cop a top, ak chop a glock, suede, beige, knock a knock





System in the drop of drops, get the mobstered mopped





Get the poppas popped, top a top, shot the pawn





Dog, they'll be shotters shot, I done shot a lot





Shot the nine, shot the rock, sure shot, shot for sure





But I'm secure, no security, killa keep glocks and fours





Plus blocks of raw, probably popped your whore





But I'm not for sure, bitch wanna hop aboard





Hit up the docks and shores (No, No, No)


(T.I.)





I know these ho niggaz hate this, I know this niggaz hate this





Fake until you make it nigga





If I wanted to be me as long as wanted to be I'd hate me too nigga, you know


(Verse)





It's your decision, we can do it however you want to





Fight or shoot it out, look the choice is on you





You could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool





Young pimpin' wont lose nigga (No, no, no)





We can beef if you choose, but if we comparing the crews





If we ever meet cha, we gotcha for keepin' ya jewels





Keep your raps on the beats . . . and the talkin and keep talkin





Cause is that what you wanna do nigga (No, no, no)





Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessings





Keep that smith and wessun, heckler cotch, whatever you got





Cause what I come with too heavy to cock, clearing the block





Nigga beggin' me to stop talkin' bout (No, no, no)





Ain't this what you niggaz wanted to get, wanted with Tip?





Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for runnin' ya lips





Spit each and everyone in the clip, and one in your whip





Ambulence just wasted a trip (Come if you want to man)





Combat time, was flat lines, to back grime





Nigga runnin' actin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)





When the lead flyin' it's bed time, the head lyin'





The paper in the morning saying (No, no, no)


(Jae Millz)





Yo I been spittin, been gifted, been crazy flow





Wize, been attent, shit you can call me Benjamin





Brethren, I don't ball with dopes





And you can call me anything you want, just don't call me broke (No, no, no)





Most hated, M to the izz H phenomenal





Get up and one'll stretch, direct through your abdominal





I'm warning you, stop your blood clot cryin'





Stop lyin' cause theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no)





Picture me passing my chain, or getting smacked by a lame





That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane





It just dont sound right, I get your team devoured





So don't even TINK about it (No, no, no)





you just a server shorty, I'll leave ya king stun





I'm a king son, in Kingston, I bling dumb





Only rapper you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome





Holla back, how real is that (No, no, no)





No I don't wanna stop, I gotta 'em sick





So I'mma keep going, keep flowin'





Benz backin' up so I'ma keep rollin' bent





And I'm stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the pitbull





The tech missiles and the heavy hitters





SUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS


(Jae Millz)





Those my peoples, N Y C





Killa, Dip Set





They know, T.I. grand hustle





What up





They know who I am





Jae Millz, call me whatever, just don't call me broke





Wanna WHAT!?









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