Baby

[Chorus: Dyce Payne] I'm still a shooter at the dice game, YEAH Hoodie season with the ice chain, YEAH I pull up in that white thing, YEAH Perico, my license plate say cocaine, yeah Whippin' up work with the propane (whip it) YEAH Bitches on my head like Rogaine, YEAH I cradle my piece my (Baby) Been in the streets ever since I was a (Baby) [Verse 1: Jadakiss] HA-HAAAEEH! Uhh When Feds came in, they've had enough, it's bad enough It ain't even drugs, it's bodies that they bagging up Watch out, if you shoot a nigga then they gon' stab 'em up Big difference between a savage and a scavenger Crazy 'cause I'm sitting on green, puffing the lavender Everybody busts with the coupe, I pull a wagon up For some reason the money and love just ain't adding up I tend to appreciate it more if you had it rough Dollar and a dream but niggas ain't even got a buck So they start looking for help 'cause they out of luck Stand tall til them shots fly, then you gotta duck Got a high shooting percentage then you ain't gotta chuck Back at the squad car dying to get out the cuffs You know when you brandish the iron, then you gotta bust Plastic or chrome, no doubt my (Baby) I don't leave home without my (Baby), uh, yeah [Chorus: Dyce Payne] I'm still a shooter at the dice game, YEAH Hoodie season with the ice chain, YEAH I pull up in that white thing, YEAH Perico, my license plate say cocaine, yeah Whippin' up work with the propane (whip it) YEAH Bitches on my head like Rogaine, YEAH I cradle my piece my (Baby) Been in the streets ever since I was a (Baby) [Verse 2: Jadakiss] HA-HAAAEEH! Uhh This all facts, you just gotta check the proof that's there Look at the stash, you just gotta check the loot that's there When it's a war, you accountable for troops that's there I made a quarter million dollars off of fruit last year The old heads don't give a fuck, it's the youth that care They standing by the tree but they don't see the noose that's there They telling lies to our vision tryna boost our fear I get my hands on a gallon of that juice, I swear Every time that a nigga threw a deuce, I squared Find every auxiliary and Bluetooth I paired All the truth I share, every booth I aired Sometimes I go over their heads so I lose my peers Work out and eat right so I don't lose no years But I don't feel no remorse so I don't use no tears Just a MAC-11, trey pound seven my (Baby) Yeah, AK or the Desert my (Baby), what?! [Chorus: Dyce Payne] I'm still a shooter at the dice game, YEAH Hoodie season with the ice chain, YEAH I pull up in that white thing, YEAH Perico, my license plate say cocaine, yeah Whippin up work with the propane YEAH Bitches on my head like Rogaine I cradle my piece my (Baby) Been in the streets ever since I was a (Baby) [Outro: Jadakiss] HA-HAAAEEH!