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JADAKISS lyrics : "Show Discipline"

(feat. Nas)


uh, uh-huh, uh

Yo yo yo yo aiyyo
Never will it stop
Hanguns with double digit shots

I move work on other ^!$$%s blocks
Leave out the club wit a another ^!$$%s watch
Body that man and let other ^!$$%s watch

Only thing worse than a coward, is a coward with power
Gotta kill him in the shower, hour
Beats is knockin, hooks is rare

Earned my spot, nobody aint put me here
Burnt my block, I had a fiend cookin wit beer
Like the Bobby Womack of crack

Might see me in the burgandy thing, or the black on black
Matter of fact, go get ya chrome
Cause I rather be, broke together than rich alone

Clappin em' down, backin em' down (uh)
$#&@ what ever happened before, I'm whats happenin' now

[Chorus: Nas (Jada)]
Now gangstas live, gangstas die
Grab ya guns, soldiers ride (show discipline ^!$$%!)

Kill ya moms, kill ya pops, kill ya seed
Kill ya girl (Its principle ^!$$%!)
Sell ya crack, sell ya !@%!e

Sell ya E, sell ya smoke (you hustlin ^!$$%!)
Grab ya nine, grab ya pound
Grab ya tec, grab ya pump (you bustin at ^!$$%z!,wha)

We bravehearted, I had (*##$es tryin to posion me

^!$$%z who kilt loyalty
Set me up, vested up my move accordingly
I ducked icepicks and icesticks by cops who rookies

Hard to be righteous, and when life can just stop for #~!!@
^!$$%z killin over hoes, guns concealed in their clothes
Bodies at funerals, touch them they feel like they froze

Speech, totally calm, holdin dead rappers dome in my palm
Burnin flag, plus its on the qu'ran, its on the bible
Plus america cause that every car thats drivin

Holdin the homeless sign you focus you know its Nas then
Prince of the globe, leave no prince of the toast
Played with Ouija boards, burned frankencense wit a ghost

I've learned, to do good plus a waste of evil
And do what it takes to keep a smile on the face of my people
I was raised by the apes in this dark creepshow, but yo


yo yo yo yo yo yo
Think bout when I splatter ya mask(yea)

My ^!$$%s is happy, ya momma is sad
If ya ^!$$%s is riders, the drama will last
If ya ^!$$%s is snitch, been judgin my $$#

They said I'm too famous to run
So when I empty out this clip, I'm changin the gun
The realer the beef, the longer the clip

Murder ya mans, I'm gone in the mist
Call this girl after dark so we talked the (*##$
We aint care cause the !@^% wasnt %#@!

Doll, I aint takin the L or waistin a shell
I bring the heat like I'm satan itself
$#&@ if you hard, $#&@ if you soft, long as you lost

Dick in the dirt, %#@! in ya drawers
Ill make ya grandmother get on the floor
Tie you up, then beat you to a pulp, say that this is a war

If'n the four, mackin a pump, actin I dump
Throw you out the window then act like you jump

[Chorus 2x]

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