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JADAKISS lyrics : "CARTEL GATHERING"

F/ Ghostface Killah, Raekwon

Yo yo yo! Word to ride ^!$$%, yeah


Aiyyo we four or five ^!$$%z with furs on
Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on

Blowin on saxophones, the band is rough
So much ice on looks like my wrist been cut
And we just made it back from Beijing

Seen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight rings
And the music stopped, Jada stood up (yeah)
Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups

He said, I been in spots where I can't even mention it
"Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it!"
Romanian dude, black down, pourin the saki

Face slumped to the side like Rocky
Then Strahan came through, with his bull%#@! ring
He said YIKES, when I pulled out my monster bling

Don't be afraid of the New York street talk
I switch gear all day bro, like you do on your peach porch
The chairs is suede, the walls is velvet

Marquise ballroom, so live I felt it
Fat $$#es in fishnets, shakin they pelvis
Playin with they #~!!@, middle finger drippin, I smelt it

Poker tables, crap joints just for rap ^!$$%z
Me and Sheek, walkin around (*##$-slappin ^!$$%z
There go Rae, there go P

Yo Chop whattup! Whattup?

[Raekwon]

Sam Cooke writin hand, all of my lightning, damn
Used to rob ^!$$%z in Sam's, buy shams
for my dude's baby shoe or booster baby, rollin with steel

Eatin Jamaican food under the wheel
You know the deal, book somethin then blow
When from a O to a low, little apartment in Brookdale

Gold was my motto, lotto numbers is what?
Had it in me, rolled down coolin with !@%!e
That's the 90's, Chef era take over America

Bag Ugly Betty up, make her Ms. Guerrera
Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex burnin the mic booth
Travel right past my heritage

Them old school ^!$$%z is me
Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin a ki
Yo I do this with a natural movement

Catch me by the {?}, scope on me, $#&@ it I'm losin it

[Jadakiss]

AH-HAHHHH! Uh, yeah, yo
I did it my way, lights off on the highway
Greek statues on both sides of the driveway

Word to the stamps on the diesel
The way these ^!$$%z is lookin either they got cramps or they evil
One go we all go, D-boy fresh but hard dough

Cashmere and suede cargoes
On top of the beige Wallo's
45 government edition clippers, straight hollows

My +Clientele+ is +Supreme+ and it's proven
that I'm +Only Built 4 the Link+ if it's +Cuban+
I'm a pioneer, I'm not a vet (uh-uh)

"Last Kiss" is a French one, it's not a peck (uh-uh)
Movin powder, piff and a lot of wet
You're gonna die, that's a promise, not a threat

Yeah, but I ain't with the chatterin
Cause I'd just rather splatter them
This is a Cartel gatherin, what?

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