DJ Clue - Who Did You Expect текст песни

[Jadakiss]

Yo even if I just cooked up, if money's comin give you it moist

And don't be scared to die, I aint give you a choice

Niggas'll try to kill you cuz of what they think you got

And the ambulance'll take longer if they think you shot

Nigga fuck the bullshit, Kiss keep a full clip

In front of the store rockin gauze in the woolrich

Blowin sticky green grass, that'll sit me on my ass

Wit a mean sports coupe with 160 on the dash

So what I got a Rollie, and it got alotta ice

I pull my gun out, and bet I get another one tonight

Your brother died, bet your mother lose another son tonight

I'm clever, only time we party, when we beat a body

Or when they free Gotti, so that means never

To my niggas in they cell wit a hour of rec

Or K.L., for beatin a coward to death

I feel y'all, so feel me, even if y'all guilty

Time y'all niggas come home, the god'll be filthy

Even though by then these faggots probably be done killed me

I tell my son, keep it real, give y'all niggas each a bill

So what's the deal, niggas y'all know the deal, uh


CHORUS: Jadakiss

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the death

And we go hard dog, everytime, nothing less

Catch us at the dice game, blowin a thou

Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it down

We could get it on, any way shape or form

Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and Sheek

It aint hot 'less we are niggas we are the heat

*We Are The Streets* and we makin it hard to eat


[Sheek]

Ayo, you say fuck me, I feel the same way about you bitch

Niggas made you rich and now you act like this

Who them thuggest niggas on your team, guns to the triple beam

Without rap my nickles gleam, drug money make it seem

Fast, niggas puff hydro and hash like it's nicotine

Fake niggas, rid o theem, who flip from wealth

You want space, I give your whole hospital room to yourself

I got doctors who make housecalls when niggas get hit

That way the press and the cops run shit, feel me kid

When it comes to thuggin it, nigga that's my sport

I even pick up your shells so you won't get caught

Dumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged playin as bums

Pop up, shoot through the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs

Take the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the newsstand

Walk by me, scream out, "Somebody help this man"

Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin that

I'm from Yonkers motherfucker, where the murderers at

Murderous gat, we bloodline no cur in our pack

You owe us dough, have it as that, I leave it at that, faggots


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[Styles]

Spittin to live, two bullets hittin your ribs

You christen your kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G.

I won't stop til a thousand niggas fit in my crib

I won't be happy til my last nigga finish his bid

All on the top, yeah you could ball in a drop

I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no callin the cops

In the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop

Givin a dime cock, blowin away

Baggin the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day

Pick up a quarter, and still throw my chain in the water

Watch on the floor, bitch I'll put my glock in your jaw

Niggas think they own a label, just signed a deal

You poppin that bullshit they might find you killed

Slum throwin the highway, behind the wheel

Or you could do it my way, relax and chill

You could worship SP sell cracks and peels

Bitch I smack your mouth while you smoke in the field

Run up in your house, then alarmin your grill

Drama for real, you never seen honor and will

Til you wake up in the mornin and your mama is killed


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