Who Run This - Jadakiss
[Intro - Jadakiss]:
Hey, yo, no disrespectin' nobody, but we run this shit;
Just in case y'all thought it wasn't real, tell 'em Hov...
Year of the Roc!
We want our spot back;
You up, Jada...
[Verse 1 - Jadakiss]:
Al Qaeda off the top, I can give 'em the scope,
But if I don't, just another nigga livin' with hope,
You know, bigger the shipment, bigger the boat,
Ol' head told me: groceries was bigger than dope,
I run this shit, no, maybe not with the sales,
Definitely in the streets, up top of the jails,
And I do a lot of thinkin', listenin', observin',
I know how to play my position, that's my word,
I (kiss), by far, flow five star,
Blow my weed and buy cars,
Yeah, hard to live it fierce yo,
Can't say competition is none, it's definitely scarce though,
Know they say: quiet money, boost yo' stash,
Handlin' things, gotta let the roosters pass,
Might have seen me in the M, if the roof was glass,
Truthfully, these niggaz ain't the truth to ass,
We run this shit
Oh, you ain't know Jada was in the home team;
I've been fuckin' with nigga since Reservoir Dogs;
Roc-A-Fella season returns!
Oh, we want our spot back!
[Verse 2 - Jadakiss]:
Yo, raspy voice killa,
The illest of the iller,
Fly gangsta nigga, stay blowin' the vanilla,
Life's a bitch, and if I ever meet 'er, I'mma tell 'er:
Give it to anybody, on beat acappella,
Keepin' yourself above water without sinkin',
Lookin' a man in his eye without blinkin',
If I ain't on Ocean or Collins, I'm on Lincoln,
I run this shit, what the fuck is y'all thinkin',
Bars is way too strong for y'all weakling,
Stay in the booth and stay out of the precinct,
'Cause my new hawk need blood on it,
My back is killin' me, I got New York on it,
Only right that I give it to 'em, New York want it,
Know the game'll change in a New York moment,
Even if my performance is local,
I'm still considered the Michael Corleone of the vocals,
I run this shit
New York City;
Don't get it confused;
Still the home of the Spitters;
Jada, talk to 'em...
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
K-I Double Shah,
These niggaz is nice, but I guess I'm double hot,
Besides money, all the respect and the love I got,
At this point in my life, who'd expect me to hug the block,
Guess it's just somethin' in me that I love a lot,
If not, probably have my hand in another pot,
Get the Porsche from there and the Lambo from another lot,
See if I can take my career to another notch,
But in the meantime, y'all know I run this shit
We want our spot back...
We run this mothafucka...
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