Its Whatever

[Chorus: Jadakiss] It's whatever, cuzz How you want it, homie? When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me It's whatever, cuzz How you want it, homie? When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me It's whatever, cuzz How you want it, homie? When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me It's whatever, cuzz How you want it, homie? When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me [Verse 1: Uncle Murda] This nigga talk too much, he always pop his shit And I ain't never heard about this nigga poppin shit He ain't never strap, he don't even own a gun He always by himself, don't nobody roll with son He be moving funny, he's a manipulator I'ma pop and stuff him in the insinarator He used to be a Blood, he used to be a Crip He used to be alive, but I hit him with my 45 He ain't never bang, this nigga's a fucking clown Real Bloods and Crips I know, would've been gunned him down What up, Cuzz? What up, Blood? Get your money, stay strapped, niggas selling drugs No snitching, man, listen You keep it gangsta on the street, keep it the same when you in prison Don't be switching, man I don't want niggas calling my phone, telling me how niggas [?] man I know killers, niggas that's going to hell Murderers on the street, straight pussy in jail Boy, I tell you, this a crazy world I know that [?] killed such and such, acting like a girl Yeah, that's that bitch ass nigga, he's scared to fight He don't even throw his shit up, nigga He be letting niggas punch him in his face all day It's like with no gun, his whole gangsta went away [Verse 2: Unknown Artist] I be where it go down, k[?] brick, then this the whole pound [?] the wave, so hit it [?] nothing on the low now I didn't, but I know now Still keep that 4 pound Was gone, a nigga had it But he talking like he don't now Nigga, it's whatever, how [?] [?] killers [?] barol [?] onion You cuff what I be swimming in, younging [?] Die before I snitch, I ain't tryna take that trip again [?] this, [?] that, nigga, you ain't killing shit [?] still on that gorilla shit I ain't happy to say it, but I'm still in the fucking slums Heavy drugs, 8 buildings, goons and a couple guns With a couple dollars change, [?] be on that same shit [?] Ain't into making friends, [?] who he came with Streets is gon' bang this, wanna ask shit like how he say this? Talking indostry, they better blame Kiss [Chorus: Jadakiss] It's whatever, cuzz How you want it, homie? When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me It's whatever, cuzz How you want it, homie? When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me It's whatever, cuzz How you want it, homie? When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me It's whatever, cuzz How you want it, homie? When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me [Verse 3: Jadakiss] You a coward if a nigga rat on you, and you rat back Boss if you get [?] funeral clap that Gangsta, look up the meaning, nigga, we pass that Up north, you was the nigga cleaning the jag back Down south, you had work, but you couldn't trap that Brought it all back home with you in your napsack Chain stay tucked in your shirt, niggas'll snatch that When they put a price on your head, I'ma match that You already know, when the mack 10 spit All the fucking tough guys, start doing [?] sprints Yellow tape on the block, candles and incense Was whatever back then, and that's what it's been since, nigga [Chorus: Jadakiss] It's whatever, cuzz How you want it, homie? When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me It's whatever, cuzz How you want it, homie? When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me It's whatever, cuzz How you want it, homie? When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me It's whatever, cuzz How you want it, homie? When I get to clapping, don't get to running on me