The Essence

[Intro: Jadakiss] AH-HA. Uh. Yeah. Know who it is. (I-I-Infantry, 1st Infantry) Kiss of Death, motherfucker (A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist) Definitely the strongest shit on the shelf Double R, D-Block (1st infantry) Yeah, what, yo, yo... [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Listen, the thugs need it, hoes gon' use it Me? I'm just a young nigga that make old music Uh, shit is real, I put the inf on the 4 Keep it wit' me 'cause possessions 9/10ths of the law Here I am goin' all out again, doin' all that I can Even had a daughter born outta sin Nigga, I make pain cinematic I spit dope and you been a addict; treat beef like jail Summertime, somethin' big with the scope under the winter jacket I use the winter tactics, and I know you tryin' to play the role But bullets the wrong shit to interact wit' I hurt the game, hurt ravines Soon as you murk somethin' these niggas'll chirp Janine Yeah, let 'em all cock ride, in my mansion with a bottle Move a novel and the wall spin counter-clockwise Might as well go on, go and see papi 'Cause niggas only know three words: "He shot me" (Uh) That's why I be eyein' 'em down No dap, no rap 'cause these niggas be wired for sound But I still put a hole in a goon, Jada Montega Still put a hole in a spoon, pay the bond later Plenty ones, plenty guns, plenty ammo Remember this: "Calmate", ''que te calmo'' mutha-fuckas. What! [Interlude: Jadakiss] "Calamate" "que te calmo" Know what that mean, huh? Calm down...before I calm you down! [Verse 2: Styles P] I don't wanna talk much You gettin' hawked up and chopped up Two guns up on your tour bus Heard you got the cops wit'chu—that's a goddamn shame The talk on your album, I thought you had a block wit'chu? Couple niggas to pop wit'chu—you full of shit! And the only thing you got is a couple niggas to drop wit'chu Waiting for a nigga...wit' a mouth like you When they said you was the hottest, they meant out yo' crew I'm the hardest in New York City Think not? I got a Glock, Sheek Louch style, you walk wit me You bitch niggas will die leery I keep the 9 in the 5 Series Why don't you come work a 9-to-5 wit' me? See, the bricks moved, the stick-ups pulled I got the killers laying flat down in pickups too Pop up and put a clip in your mug Hate is different than love, it spread faster—is you gettin' me, cuz? Shit, let me explain, my brain is on a different wave Everybody get it now—fuck it, it's a different day And suck my dick when I ain't got shit to say Niggas think I'm dumb like I ain't put them bricks away Prepared for the war, anxious to kill Bang shit, swing shit, leave you shanked in the grill I ain't give a fuck then or now, when or how How many niggas die? That depend on Styles WHAT! [Interlude: Sheek Louch] And my nephew Alchemist... [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] Ayo, I ain't seen nothing yet Niggas all threat—pussy when they sober, thugs when they wet What up, killer? Nigga, please, stop frontin' You don't need a safe to hold 5 G's My neck don't freeze and my wrist don't either I don't need it—I just copped a house on a Visa And I ain't go platinum, my first album was a teaser Now they on my meat like ice in the freezer Sheek Louch, I tell you that boy he's a Problem—I take out blackheads like a tweezer We'll discredit you homie and let the wolves eat you We don't need to dump lead at you, homie You either in or you out of it 'Cause I got a son now, and you fuckin' up a lot of shit I gotta get And I hate for this to get out of hand To have to give it to a nigga I played wit' in the sand Shit, the West Coast barely know the name of our band That's why I spit enough heat to give a nigga a tan A'ight, I know you got mad cake—okay, nigga, AND? Sheek don't give a fuck, I let my gut hang You one day away from lipo and a face tuck This that D-Block, Alchemist heat rock Yo, I'm fucked up man! P pass that blunt Yo Busy, where my yak at, son? Fuck that, I'm outta here Let's go... (R-r-r-reppin' ALC, you know what I'm sayin? 1st Infantry bitch (bitch bitch))