| Paroles: | (feat. Jay-Z, Twista)
[Jay-Z]
Guess who? Uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Jigga, ya
heard?
Uh-uh, a-Timbaland, ya heard?
Uh, Twista, ya heard? C'mon, c'mon
Uh-uh, uh-uh,
g-ge, ge-geah
Yo.. yo.. ye-yea, ye-yea
Turn this up.. yo, yo, yeah
When the war's
on, the pores are drawn like pictures
The niggaz is all gone when these triggers get
witcha
Nigga before long you need stitches in your longjohns
A.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat,
t-t-t-t
Eight figures you fake twitchy niggaz can't stop (that)
Jigga, Twista my nigga Timb
on the hot track
How you gon' stop that? We can't be slowed
Niggaz throwed dawg, look at
your clothes
When I'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows like
Maceo, leave acey
holes
That's just Jay-Z doe, crazy flow
Rhyme great, dominate your radio
C'mon, get your
gun, your mask and gloves
I don't ask for love, I blast 'em up
Respect my gangsta dude, or
your life's in danger dude
Doctors pushin on your chest tryin to bring you
through
[Chorus: Timbaland (Twista)]
All my party people gon' do what? (Gonna get
buck)
Get some liquor in the gut (So whassup?)
(Get them lighters lit up, make them get
up
with somethin the East and West gon' bump)
All my party people gon' do what? (Get
crunk)
Get some liquor in the gut (So whassup?)
(Get them lighters lit up, T got some
gangsta shit
that's beatin in yo' trunk)
[Magoo]
Fuckin with Mag, nigga end up in a
hospital
Sittin on the corner of the bed, sick cause of what I said to him
On a track star
beef take it in the kitchen
Cookin MC's all niggaz taste like chicken
Hittin 'em high, right
in the ear
Slicin on 'em muh'fucker |
