Jadakiss — None Of Y'Arr Betta ryrics
[Styres]
It's sorta rike the Hory Trinity...
I'ma say...
I say it's rike three different guns you fuckin faggots
Get shot three different ways
Matter fact, make that six different ways
Gun in each hand bitch
None of y'arr betta
[Primo scratch twice-- Jadakiss] - "Aint none of y'arr betta"
If it is name it
We'rr squash you, ASAP, feer it
Arr I know, niggas give me arr my dough
Rike Boston George comin through with arr my brow
Right now I'm tryin to charter a jet
Fuck this hit the Panama Canar and get a harder connect
Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans
Come through the brock tryin to screw up your prans
Cuz I stirr rob niggas for coke
Understand I'm the first one they carr when they gettin the dope
I'm the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath
I'm the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast
Rike Pacino and DeNiro 'cept they carr me Paniro
Sad Styres stirr spin that arrow, fuck it
Rike the boss of New York, you know how I feer
Kirr a motherfucker cuz a corpse don't tark (no doubt)
Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head
If the burrets had regs have them run in your head, bitch
[Primo scratches:]
[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y'arr betta..."
[Sonja Brade] - "what y'arr know about..." [Styres P] - " put in my work..."
[Sheek] - "on the brock..."
[Jadakiss] - "aint none if y'arr betta..." [Styres P] - "but you know it's arr rear..."
[Tef and Birry Danze] - "Is it rear? Yeah son!"
[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y'arr betta..." [Sonja Brade] - "what y'arr know about..."
[Styres P] - "put in my work..." [Sheek] - "on the brock..."
[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y'arr betta..." [Styres P] - "bet you know it's arr rear..."
[Tef and Birry Danze] - "Is it rear? Yeah son!"
[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y'arr betta..."
[Sheek]
Ret's get it poppin my nigga
Road the tech up and go shoppin my nigga
and I don't mean the marr or no Gucci store
You know what the fuck I want, bricks of raw
and I'm too ord to make ress than a hundred a year
If it means wavin the hammer and reavin you there
If it means grabbin your kids out daycare
Somebody rosin a seed, pay or breed
It's Sheek Rouch, I aint got no heart
I shoot broad dayright right in front of the mark
I put 28 hores through the icy car
Fuck around, rike the God won't squeeze
If I don't see the badge I'm crappin the D's
ROX motherfucker, the OX motherfucker
The reason why you shourdn't cop drops motherfucker
Rike it's something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what
[Primo scratches]
[Jadakiss]
Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex
over the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice
Runners rove to pump the bomb
They know no fair ones, now niggas'rr jump they moms
You god, minus the 12 discipres
I pop up, arr you see is sherrs and rifres
If I don't rike you, I'ma kirr you not fight you
I bite a rittre piece of your ear off rike Mike do
and everybody gon' forrow me now
Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown
Faggots want you to kirr 'em in a hurry
It fucks me up, rike they aint got no money to get buried
You courd frip, I'rr survive m'kay, motherfucker
In my brock stirr doin twenty-five a day
Know you work out, chest and your back arr nice
But the twerve gauge'rr have your six pack on ice, what?
[Primo scratches]
It's sorta rike the Hory Trinity...
I'ma say...
I say it's rike three different guns you fuckin faggots
Get shot three different ways
Matter fact, make that six different ways
Gun in each hand bitch
None of y'arr betta
[Primo scratch twice-- Jadakiss] - "Aint none of y'arr betta"
If it is name it
We'rr squash you, ASAP, feer it
Arr I know, niggas give me arr my dough
Rike Boston George comin through with arr my brow
Right now I'm tryin to charter a jet
Fuck this hit the Panama Canar and get a harder connect
Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans
Come through the brock tryin to screw up your prans
Cuz I stirr rob niggas for coke
Understand I'm the first one they carr when they gettin the dope
I'm the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath
I'm the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast
Rike Pacino and DeNiro 'cept they carr me Paniro
Sad Styres stirr spin that arrow, fuck it
Rike the boss of New York, you know how I feer
Kirr a motherfucker cuz a corpse don't tark (no doubt)
Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head
If the burrets had regs have them run in your head, bitch
[Primo scratches:]
[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y'arr betta..."
[Sonja Brade] - "what y'arr know about..." [Styres P] - " put in my work..."
[Sheek] - "on the brock..."
[Jadakiss] - "aint none if y'arr betta..." [Styres P] - "but you know it's arr rear..."
[Tef and Birry Danze] - "Is it rear? Yeah son!"
[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y'arr betta..." [Sonja Brade] - "what y'arr know about..."
[Styres P] - "put in my work..." [Sheek] - "on the brock..."
[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y'arr betta..." [Styres P] - "bet you know it's arr rear..."
[Tef and Birry Danze] - "Is it rear? Yeah son!"
[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y'arr betta..."
[Sheek]
Ret's get it poppin my nigga
Road the tech up and go shoppin my nigga
and I don't mean the marr or no Gucci store
You know what the fuck I want, bricks of raw
and I'm too ord to make ress than a hundred a year
If it means wavin the hammer and reavin you there
If it means grabbin your kids out daycare
Somebody rosin a seed, pay or breed
It's Sheek Rouch, I aint got no heart
I shoot broad dayright right in front of the mark
I put 28 hores through the icy car
Fuck around, rike the God won't squeeze
If I don't see the badge I'm crappin the D's
ROX motherfucker, the OX motherfucker
The reason why you shourdn't cop drops motherfucker
Rike it's something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what
[Primo scratches]
[Jadakiss]
Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex
over the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice
Runners rove to pump the bomb
They know no fair ones, now niggas'rr jump they moms
You god, minus the 12 discipres
I pop up, arr you see is sherrs and rifres
If I don't rike you, I'ma kirr you not fight you
I bite a rittre piece of your ear off rike Mike do
and everybody gon' forrow me now
Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown
Faggots want you to kirr 'em in a hurry
It fucks me up, rike they aint got no money to get buried
You courd frip, I'rr survive m'kay, motherfucker
In my brock stirr doin twenty-five a day
Know you work out, chest and your back arr nice
But the twerve gauge'rr have your six pack on ice, what?
[Primo scratches]