Inkredible Remix Lyrics - I Love You - Jadakiss

Tray I see you, Rosay 

You know what it is 

(Maybach Music) 

My attitude is fuck it, house big as Publix 

Shopping is a pleasure, pinky ring a nugget 

Niggas like the ride, sip lean out the bucket 

I lean to the side, white whip Michael Douglas 

Hard times, call for drastic measures 

I call my dawg, he bought a Mac eleven 

Forty rounds hollerin' "where the? at" 

Nigga dead serious choppa with a shoulder strap 

Microphone Micheal Corleone I know I'm wrong 

The man up above love for me to sing them poems 

So sing along, you know the song I sing 

Bring them things along, I gotta feed the team 

It's Rosay, I need a hundred bottles, 

Yellow bitches, all of 'em swallow 

H town, nigga three o five 

I can move them packs, each and every night 

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Triple black Panamera, Phantom of the streets 

Quarterbackin' these bricks on top of these glass cleats 

All these stones from my neck and wrist part of the streets? 

I'm in the hood under surveillance, buncha haters watchin' 

Couple choppas out for dinner failin' ain't an option 

Reclinable seats, invisible ceilings 

Competition is murder, haters I'm killing 

Fuck a money machine, I don't count it I blow it 

Bitch my money conceited, it look good when I trow it 

I'm a asshole, therefore my temper is reckless 

I'm the city of Houston, you can tell I miss Texas 

The king of the streets, somewhere deep with gorillas 

Behind something that's tinted, bitch you see the gorillas 

These other niggas? 

And when I seem 'em let's fuck 'em minus the penetration 

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I'm gettin' situation, I know you bitches hate it 

I'm in the new Aston, the one Swiss created 

Can't give you a dime, but I can get you faded 

Before you become a member, you get initiated 

A lot of racks, big ice heavy weapon 

The hood still love me cuz I never left 'em 

I distributed, yeah, I get rid of it 

It's all coming back, every bit of it 

I'm territorial, it's your memorial 

And don't feel bad, I'm talkin' to all of you 

This is real shit, and that's nonsense 

I got AK's, I got Thompson's 

I got investors, I get sponsors 

They scared of the crew, I'm wit monsters 

And ain't nothin' for sure but we touchin' the raw 

And they gotta let us in or we rushin' the door