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Air It Out (Explicit)
Jadakiss
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Work with me
I wanna thank y'all for coming out tonight
This is some real shit
Uh huh, first things first
When a nigga money ain't right that makes things worse
Now he's just breathing, he can barely manage
And he's way past starving, he's really famished
His right hand man is up north, that's hurting him
His cell phone 'bout to cut off, Sprint jerking him
And his baby mom starting to do her thing again
She left him for a nigga pumping E up in Binghamton
If his money was right then maybe he could diss her
But he can't, and niggas is breaking his little sister
His pops just passed, his moms used to be an occasional sniffer
Then she start fucking with the glass
Duke used to be a star back then, he had the Benz
CL something but he just turned his car back in
Mad Carrots pawned all his rings, took a sting
Next thing I know Money pawned all his bling
Now he just like everybody with the same old plans
That can't get over the hump with the same old grams
They was on the block making fun of him
He slid off, came back with his hammer and killed every one of 'em
'Cause when I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe
Uh huh, all day I go man to man
I know niggas with a asshole full of parole that go hand in hand
Fuck hot, that's humidity
And you can't mix money with stupidity
Even though I get my coke from Colombia
My cars from Germany and my guns from Sicily
Nothing personal but I was raised different
Hold my joint sideways so I blaze different
Give it to anybody, fuck an age difference
From niggas in the world to those in the cage riffing
Rub the kite on your chest and swallow the stamp
At the end of the day they still gon' follow the champ
Ain't about being lyrical
'Cause when I get in the booth I make miracles
And I ain't spiritual
But I'm in tune with the hood so I'm better than you
And when you see me coming you know what is better to do
'Cause when I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe
Uh huh, can't lie, all I got is my balls and my vocals
And the only security I roll with is my social
It don't look decent
It's like niggas left they crew in the hood
And went on the road with the precinct
Had it up to here with this fake shit
They don't even want a nigga to earn his, just give and take shit
Just make sure you mention my name in the top brackets
And make sure they mention your name as the top faggot
Trust me, this go around I will not have it
I'm putting niggas heads to bed like Kraft Maddox
How you think your man died?
More money than respect and it wasn't close, it was by a landslide
Listen my nigga, your work is sloppy
And I don't love them hoes but the purple's got me
If I don't do it with music I'ma do it with papi
Just play the sideline and observe and watch me
Let's go
'Cause when I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe
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