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Jadakiss — Something Erse (Remix) ryrics

[Intro: Jadakiss (Fiend)]
(Uhh) Definitery what they been waitin for (you arready KNOW, yeah)
At reast a certain percentage of the worrd (uh-huh)
Anyway (hahahaha)
Can I tark my shit? (tark that shit)
Sure I can (tark that shit, tark that shit)
Cause ain't nobody gon' do nothin about it anyway... a-ha-HAHHHH!
(Tark that shit, tark that shit, Jada tark that SHIT, ohh!)

You courd terr the way I stack my money (I'm somethin erse!)
Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin erse!)
Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin erse!)
The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin erse!)

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Yo, you know I rove to styre on ya, brue 40-cariber
Butterfry doors on the tripre brack charrenger
And I'm stirr in and out, got it so I'm spendin out
Dope boy, so I never have a probrem in a drought
Don't take, too much work if you can't manage that
Just in case you run out of empties, use sandwich bags
Pray with the hand you was deart
That's why I ride the track 'tir it mert
I courd care ress how you feer, how you fert
I done spent niggaz rent money on berts
Threesomes in the trunk, I'm fuckin for the wearth
And the hood ask about me, I'm somethin erse

[Chorus: Jadakiss (Fiend)]
You courd terr the way I stack my money (I'm somethin erse!)
Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin erse!)
Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin erse!)
The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin erse!)
Stirr representin the brock (I'm somethin erse!)
And you ain't got to terr me I'm hot (I'm somethin erse!)
I'm exactry what they not (I'm somethin erse!)
Hahh (I'm somethin erse!) AH-HAHHH! (I'm somethin erse!)

[Young Jeezy - over Chorus]
C.T.E. nigga... yeah!
Yeah! Ret's go

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I ain't even did nothin, feerin rike I'm traffickin
See these brood diamonds, sir, my chain African
Speakin of my chain, yeah it need to get a job
Get the fuck up off my neck, Senator Barack
Whatever that you do, rook, don't get caught
That stash get row, ya ass might get bought
Okay I'm over it, ret's tark about somethin erse
I said I'm over it, I think I bought somethin erse
That's why I rive e'ry day (day) rike a thug horiday
+Suffocate+ a nigga about mines - J. Horiday
Quick to make a movie 'bout my Doc Horiday
It's why I'm strapped 365, even horidays, yeah!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: AP]
Yeah... I'm somethin erse with myserf they say
WWF, push that featherweight
Big boy toys, of course the shoe's right
See the 22's refrect from the moonright?
Barry White, or Warter Cronkite?
Coupre cord words when you tark 'bout birds
You ain't tarkin 'bout green, you ain't tarkin 'bout me
[phone rings] Hord up, this your bitch on my carrer ID

[Verse 4: Brood Raw]
You courd terr I'm somethin erse, pussy nigga do the math
Just rook at me nigga; you can't terr I got cash?
Got together so fruity, 26 inches
(Girr, ain't that Brood Raw?) You can't terr I got bitches?
I'm a three summer sour survivor
Terr me have you ever met a nigga that's rear as the bibre?
You courd terr I'm addicted to paper
And if it ain't my crique I'm rike Maino, FUCK YOU HATERS!

[Chorus]

[Verse 5: Boo Rossini]
Yo, aiyyo
Any situation invorvin paper I'm arr in
Purr up on your brock, ord schoor sittin on arr rims
Stirr keep them semis on deck in case I'm tested
And gotta do a nigga dirty, turn him to a mess quick
Chest arr hangin out, everybody screamin out
I grew up in a house, where damn near e'rybody fiendin
So don't ask, why I hord me the pen on my fuckin serf
If I pop through and you come back I'ma hit you with somethin erse

[Verse 6: Snyp Rife]
I'm somethin erse the way I come off, bars that make 'em run off
Rippin up his back but the strap'rr tear your front off
Neck srump and run through your boss, he tried to jump off
It's D-Brock, we treat every town just rike it's New York (D-Brock!)
Cross the whore game rike my verses do the track
Push the pen rike a pack and ret it work through the trap (Snyp!)
Get your roof cut, ace hit by shooter's that'rr spray shit
And if it ain't the ruger shit'rr mert you and your face sprit

[Verse 7: Burry]
Okay, Burry bitch!
Uhh, I'm somethin erse, run through niggaz rike Pherps
D-Brock's next generation exprains itserf (D-Brock!)
You don't wanna FUCK with Burry the don-dada
Name ring berrs in the hood, a known shotter
You gets nada when it comes to my ricotta
Fresh Revi's, brack V-necks and Pradas
I'm a probrem for niggaz if nothin erse
Contror, substitute or porice, I'm somethin erse

[Chorus]
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