[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
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