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JADAKISS Checkmate lyrics
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You did it baby! Congratulations homie! You made history. 1.1 million in a short week. [laughs] Screw a press conference, press this on your conscience.
We gon` handle this like grown men, you won`t win
You ain`t even comfortable in your own skin
I rap my ass off, fighting the champ with a glass jaw
In the Garden or Nassau
See me, couple hood niggas behind stars
I hear you put a couple good niggas behind bars (Preme!)
I might never sell that much
But you can bet your last two quarters I`ll never tell that much
Picture `Kiss not come out swingin`
That`s like seeing 50 at a show and he don`t come out singin`
Yeah you got a felony but you ain`t a predicate
Never the King of New York, you live in Conneticuit
You don`t be in the hoods, you be in the woods
Fuckin` with me its where you really gonna be for good
I hold a four-five myself
Hop out the Range on one-four-five myself
This is a true fact
Since when has become cool to get shot and not shoot back
Trackmasters shelved you, Bravehearts helped you
Then everybody felt, now I gotta melt you
And don`t try to pull rank on `Kiss
Cause the niggas I`mma send to do it ain`t gon` miss
Be laid up stiff, I spit straight up piff
I did real songs with Big, no made up shits
And I don`t have a problem with clout
You aint get shot again yet,
so whats your second album about? (Nothing)
Your raps are preschool
You made a lot money, now be cool
Before I swell up your lips like seafood
Can I get a mic check?
You don`t stand a chance at the dance with me dogs
You steps ain`t right yet
The Block is just fine, home the D`s straight
Most likely your new CD is a weed plate
A bunch of love songs
One hundred precent pure garbage
Just something to break up buds on
You should just sell clothes and sneakers
Cause out of your whole camp, your flows the weakest
I`m in the town where the young boys is clappin`
You running around town with the Lieutenant and Captain
It`d take a life time to see `Kiss
You had to get shot nine times to be rich
Rat ass nigga youse an animal, youse a motherfucking animal
Pig ass nigga youse an animal, youse a motherfucking animal
Snake ass nigga youse an animal, youse a motherfucking animal
Matter fact, you ain`t no animal
I`mma show these motherfuckers how to handle you
D-Block!
"I`m not a sucker so I don`t need a bodyguard"
Back to: JADAKISS lyricsWe gon` handle this like grown men, you won`t win
You ain`t even comfortable in your own skin
I rap my ass off, fighting the champ with a glass jaw
In the Garden or Nassau
See me, couple hood niggas behind stars
I hear you put a couple good niggas behind bars (Preme!)
I might never sell that much
But you can bet your last two quarters I`ll never tell that much
Picture `Kiss not come out swingin`
That`s like seeing 50 at a show and he don`t come out singin`
Yeah you got a felony but you ain`t a predicate
Never the King of New York, you live in Conneticuit
You don`t be in the hoods, you be in the woods
Fuckin` with me its where you really gonna be for good
I hold a four-five myself
Hop out the Range on one-four-five myself
This is a true fact
Since when has become cool to get shot and not shoot back
Trackmasters shelved you, Bravehearts helped you
Then everybody felt, now I gotta melt you
And don`t try to pull rank on `Kiss
Cause the niggas I`mma send to do it ain`t gon` miss
Be laid up stiff, I spit straight up piff
I did real songs with Big, no made up shits
And I don`t have a problem with clout
You aint get shot again yet,
so whats your second album about? (Nothing)
Your raps are preschool
You made a lot money, now be cool
Before I swell up your lips like seafood
Can I get a mic check?
You don`t stand a chance at the dance with me dogs
You steps ain`t right yet
The Block is just fine, home the D`s straight
Most likely your new CD is a weed plate
A bunch of love songs
One hundred precent pure garbage
Just something to break up buds on
You should just sell clothes and sneakers
Cause out of your whole camp, your flows the weakest
I`m in the town where the young boys is clappin`
You running around town with the Lieutenant and Captain
It`d take a life time to see `Kiss
You had to get shot nine times to be rich
Rat ass nigga youse an animal, youse a motherfucking animal
Pig ass nigga youse an animal, youse a motherfucking animal
Snake ass nigga youse an animal, youse a motherfucking animal
Matter fact, you ain`t no animal
I`mma show these motherfuckers how to handle you
D-Block!
"I`m not a sucker so I don`t need a bodyguard"
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