Here I Go

[Intro: Jadakiss]

This is what you call a Gangsta Grill Invasion

Oh yeah

Drama, Green Lan

Jadakiss

Champ Is Here Part 3

You know what I mean?

I got my nigga Yo Gotti with me

It's Yo Gotti

D-Block

Y'all not even ready for what's about to happen

Uh uh uh

Yeah

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]

[?] shoots in the [?]

Na, I don't see how you allow that

Here I go, I'm in the trap with the loud pack

Got the smoke alarm covered with the shower cap

Seperate the new bills, bad bitches in the nude on a few pills

Rolling tripple beam in the fish scales on the table

44 long case a nigga try to play you

Cheeper just to kill him than to wait for him to pay you

Thirsty to knock him out, gotta wait for them to weigh you

Pockets getting heavy, choppers in the chevy

[?] or the vodca and the berry

But you ain't gotta worry 'bout it, shorty, do your thing

Give it to him broad day, right on Martin Luther King

He ain't gon' stop till he got him enough gwop

I'm a down bottom nigga, but I'm from up top

Street credibility, more than enough props

Soon as you say the right words, I'm opening up shop

Money in the bag, it's funny you should ask

Cause they going like hot cakes, for 20 and a half

I'm in the strip club,, the whores all love it

It's money everywhere, the floor's all covered

I'm a nice guy, but I come across all ruggid

I use every penny, exhaust all budgets

Fuck it

[Interlude: Yo Gotti]

Yo, what it do, Jada?

Here I go

Here I go

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

[?] gangstas live, nigga

Down south all Memphis, mean mug, call it a Gangsta Grill, nigga

My gangstas real, nigga

They all [?] niggas

Hundred on a chain, it's my gangsta [?]

Black on black Benz, that's a Bat Mobil, nigga

I got money from [?] nigga

Men lie, women lie, numbers don't

Niggas get popped, [?] Gotti won't

She a 5 star bitch, [?]

[?] shawty, I don't think so

But she didn't know, she can get [?]

But all that fake shit, shawty, you ain't quallified

It's the man right here

[?] right here

[?] pounds of Kush, 500 grand right here

It's my man right here

He don't even speek english

Call him Popeye, all he want is this spinich

All I want is mean work, don't need no [?]

I shoot [?] I won't snitch on my [?]

[?]

You the realest nigga walking, going crazy

[?] my damn self

Talking to my damn self

You heard the voices in the back of my head

I ain't tryna go fed

Cocaine crazy, nigga

Streets raised a nigga

[?] shit, don't really faize a nigga

DJ Drama my dawg, and this a Gangsta Grill

Gangsta to gangsta, Jada, you know what it is

I salute