Somehow Some Way (CIH3)

Ladies and gentlemen this is nothing short of a celebration. The champ is here part 3

Green Lantern & Jadakiss

As far as the ice go, yall niggas don't want it with him

Just for Jacob coming home, spent a couple hundred with him

Handguns everywhere even out in London with him

Might be in OKC he got the thunder with him

.45 ACP, you know he brung it with him

He don't never go over budget 'cause he under bid him

As far as connects go

Takes one to know one

You gotta be kidding me

30 for a whole one

Rather kick back, light a sack, and drink a cold one

Cuz niggas don't even wanna cop, they wanna hold one

Bitches still sucking dick, niggas actin funny yo

War about to pop off ain't over no money though

Something stupid gon happen the first day it sunny though

Ima have my feet out low shorts and my bungalow

Still transporting the Audi

No good at the line so crunch time it's important you foul me

Baltimore style, get yourself caught in the alley

Tried to hide out in LA and got caught in the valley

I'm just tryna get richer son the according to sally

At times I be talking to dirt think I'm talkin to mally

(It's crazy)

I been in the hood I been in the trap

I done shot it out wit niggas

I been in the strap

I know who my friends are and where my enemies at

Niggas be sending me threats I'm just sending them back

I hesitate to squeeze the day that hell freeze (never)

My mix tapes be better than niggas LPs (yup)

If I ain't selling records then I'm prolly selling e's

Or down in west v with dilaudids and OCs

Yea nigga I bless you wit out sneezing

Stretch you wit out reason

The best that's out breathing (the best)

K I dub dime

Yall scared of yall hood but I love mine

Bunch of institutionalized niggas that love time

White collar crooks, soft niggas that love crime

Everybody starving it's always grub time

Hurricane Katrina on the dope its flood time

As far as the chicks

We just bending them back

This for niggas with at least 10 in and a kack

If you up north already or you waiting on a bus

Faggot ass Co's hating on the cuffs

Shits is all tight

10 hour ride when you could've took a flight

Nothing looking right

Feeling all alone

Thinking bout home

Being charged with a black pistol but you had a chrome

Ya co-de is scott-free you ain't even downstate

And you might not hear a word from him for a pound cake

Other words 5 years

Now you tryna hide tears

Cuz u gotta do whatever now to survive there

Even though the letters spray there gotta be a better way

Coming from the hood jail or death is the only getaway

You already locked up, options is limited thinking to yaself

Would you be able to finish it

Find the nearest wall then put your back to it, shit is gonna change but you just gotta adapt to it. NIGGA

Yea SOMEHOW SOME WAY