FEAT Ap, Blood Raw, Boo Rossini, Bully, Fiend, Snyp Life, Young Jeezy

[Intro: Jadakiss] + (Fiend)

(Uhh) Definitely what they been waitin for (you already KNOW, yeah)
At least a certain percentage of the world (uh-huh)
Anyway (hahahaha)

Can I talk my %#@!? (talk that %#@!)
Sure I can (talk that %#@!, talk that %#@!)
Cause ain't nobody gon' do nothin about it anyway... a-ha-HAHHHH!

(Talk that %#@!, talk that %#@!, Jada talk that !#@(, ohh!)

You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin else!)

Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin else!)
Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin else!)
The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin else!)


[Verse One: Jadakiss]
Yo, you know I love to style on ya, blue 40-caliber

Butterfly doors on the triple black challenger
And I'm still in and out, got it so I'm spendin out
Dope boy, so I never have a problem in a drought

Don't take, too much work if you can't manage that
Just in case you run out of empties, use sandwich bags
Play with the hand you was dealt

That's why I ride the track 'til it melt
I could care less how you feel, how you felt
I done spent ^!$$%z rent money on belts

Threesomes in the trunk, I'm $#&@in for the wealth
And the hood ask about me, I'm somethin else


[Chorus: Jadakiss] + (Fiend)
You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin else!)
Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin else!)

Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin else!)
The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin else!)
Still representin the block (I'm somethin else!)

And you ain't got to tell me I'm hot (I'm somethin else!)
I'm exactly what they not (I'm somethin else!)
Hahh (I'm somethin else!) AH-HAHHH! (I'm somethin else!)


[Young Jeezy over Chorus]
C.T.E. ^!$$%... yeah!

Yeah! Let's go

[Verse Two: Young Jeezy]

I ain't even did nothin, feelin like I'm traffickin
See these blood diamonds, sir, my chain African
Speakin of my chain, yeah it need to get a job

Get the $#&@ up off my neck, Senator Barack
Whatever that you do, look, don't get caught
That stash get low, ya $$# might get bought

Okay I'm over it, let's talk about somethin else
I said I'm over it, I think I bought somethin else
That's why I live e'ry day (day) like a thug holiday

+Suffocate+ a ^!$$% about mines - J. Holiday
Quick to make a movie 'bout my Doc Holiday
It's why I'm strapped 365, even holidays, yeah!


[Chorus]


[Verse Three: AP]
Yeah... I'm somethin else with myself they say
WWF, push that featherweight

Big boy toys, of course the shoe's right
See the 22's reflect from the moonlight?
Barry White, or Walter Cronkite?

Couple cold words when you talk 'bout birds
You ain't talkin 'bout green, you ain't talkin 'bout me
{*phone rings*} Hold up, this your (*##$ on my caller ID


[Verse Four: Blood Raw]
You could tell I'm somethin else, #~!!@ ^!$$% do the math

Just look at me ^!$$%; you can't tell I got cash?
Got together so fruity, 26 inches
(Girl, ain't that Blood Raw?) You can't tell I got (*##$es?

I'm a three summer soul survivor
Tell me have you ever met a ^!$$% that's real as the bible?
You could tell I'm addicted to paper
And if it ain't my clique I'm like Maino, !#@* YOU HATERS!


[Chorus]

[Verse Five: Boo Rossini]
Yo, aiyyo
Any situation involvin paper I'm all in

Pull up on your block, old school sittin on all rims
Still keep them semis on deck in case I'm tested
And gotta do a ^!$$% dirty, turn him to a mess quick
Chest all hangin out, everybody screamin out
I grew up in a house, where damn near e'rybody fiendin

So don't ask, why I hold me the pen on my $#&@in self
If I pop through and you come back I'ma hit you with somethin else

[Verse Six: Snyp Life]
I'm somethin else the way I come off, bars that make 'em run off

Rippin up his back but the strap'll tear your front off
Neck slump and run through your boss, he tried to jump off
It's D-Block, we treat every town just like it's New York (D-Block!)
Cross the whole game like my verses do the track
Push the pen like a pack and let it work through the trap (Snyp!)
Get your roof cut, ace hit by shooter's that'll spray %#@!

And if it ain't the ruger %#@!'ll melt you and your face split

[Verse Seven: Bully]
Okay, Bully (*##$!
Uhh, I'm somethin else, run through ^!$$%z like Phelps
D-Block's next generation explains itself (D-Block!)
You don't wanna !#@* with Bully the don-dada

Name ring bells in the hood, a known shotter
You gets nada when it comes to my ricotta
Fresh Levi's, black V-necks and Pradas
I'm a problem for ^!$$%z if nothin else
Control, substitute or police, I'm somethin else

[Chorus]