Cartel Gathering Lyrics - The Last Kiss - Jadakiss

Yo, yo, yo, word to ride, nigga, yeah 

Aiyyo, we four or five niggaz with furs on 

Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on 

Blowin' on saxophones, the band is rough 

So much ice on, looks like my wrist been cut 

And we just made it back from Beijing 

Seen my jeweler, told him melt the bird down to eight rings 

But then the music stopped, Jada stood up 

Before the speech, he had everybody raise they cups 

He said, "I been in spots where I can't even mention it" 

"Don't drink the Cris', Ghost mighta pissed in it" 

Romanian dude, black down, pourin' the saki 

Face slumped to the side like Rocky 

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And Strahan came through with his bullshit ring 

He said, "Yikes", when I pulled out my monster bling 

Don't be afraid of the New York street talk 

I switch gear all day, bro, like you do on your peach porch 

The chairs is suede, the walls is velvet 

Marquise ballroom, so live I felt it 

Fat asses in fishnets, shakin' they pelvis 

Playin' with they pussy, middle finger drippin', I smelt it 

Poker tables, crap joints just for rap niggaz 

Me and Sheek, walkin' around bitch slappin' niggaz 

There go Rae, there go P 

Yo Chop, whattup? 

Sam Cooke writin' hand, all of my lightning, damn 

Used to rob niggaz in Sam's, buy shams 

For my dude's baby shoe or booster baby, rollin' with steel 

Eatin' Jamaican food under the wheel 

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You know the deal, book somethin' then blow 

Went from a O to a low, little apartment in Brookdale 

Gold was my motto, lotto numbers is what? 

Had it in me, rolled down coolin' with coke 

That's the '90s, Chef era take over America 

Bag Ugly Betty up, make her Ms. Guerrera 

Pinky wench in sweaters, cortex burnin' the mic booth 

Travel right past my heritage 

Them old school niggaz is me 

Taught me how to read, get skee'd, everybody missin' a ki 

Yo, I do this with a natural movement 

Catch me by the [Incomprehensible], scope on me, fuck it, I'm losin' it 

Yeah, yo, I did it my way, lights off on the highway 

Greek statues on both sides of the driveway 

Word to the stamps on the diesel 

The way these niggaz is lookin' either they got cramps or they evil 

One go, we all go, D-boy fresh but hard dough 

Cashmere and suede cargoes 

On top of the beige Wallo's 

45 government edition clippers, straight hollows 

My clientele is supreme and it's proven 

That I'm only built for the Link if it's Cuban 

I'm a pioneer, I'm not a vet 

'Last Kiss' is a French one, it's not a peck 

Movin' powder, piff and a lot of wet 

You're gonna die, that's a promise not a threat 

Yeah, but I ain't with the chatterin' 

'Cause I'd just rather splatter them 

This is a cartel gatherin', what?