CONSEQUENCE

CONSEQUENCE - J.E.T.S. lyrics

rate me

My city don't sleep!

My city don't sleep!

Chorus:

Put your arms out and get ready to take off,

This year New York is running the playoffs

Of course, ya all know who is the best,

So spell it out loud with the con to the quence

it's the J - E - T - S!

JETS, JETS, JETS, JETS!

It's the J - E - T - S!

JETS, JETS, JETS, JETS!

You would think that I was Sanchez,

if you never knew me,

I throw bullets and I play Q-B

But you will see right after the coin toss,

Once that moneys in the air, your boys lost.

Because I'm on the receiving team,

Receiving green with a clean ....

Which means, but where are the run back?

Cause there's no come back!

Once I cock a shot, gon pump back my offensive shine

Plus I got some rhymes, that'll offense some lines,

Coming out the dime,

Hut one, hut two, hut three, HUT!

Watch the next play make the crowd go nuts!

Cause when L-T cuts, it's cat time.

So get out the game if you past prime,

Cause the real rap comes at half time.

Chorus:

Put your arms out and get ready to take off,

This year New York is running the playoffs

Of course, ya all know who is the best,

So spell it out loud with the con to the quence

it's J - E - T - S!

JETS, JETS, JETS, JETS!

It's the J - E - T - S!

JETS, JETS, JETS, JETS!

We're on top in the A-F-C East

So these fools are just a KFC Feast

But we know what they say in these streets,

So we are told that we all playin for keeps,

Weather we the favorite or the underdog,

Rain, sleet, or snow, or under fog,

The Brady Bunch, or Big Ben

The Pack or the Bears -- We came to win

So ya ditch the black and yellow and ya tell the game staff,

But coach Ryan bout to get a gatorade bath,

Cause by the second half, if you just do the math,

There's no way you gonna score this fast.

You're down seven points with six seconds to go,

A five yard penalty on fourth and goal,

And thats the third interception ya threw in a row,

While we pull off the impossible like Broadway Joe,

So, why you think Braylon is back flippin?

And why you think Bart Scott is back trippin

Cause there's no time to get cozy,

Until we bring home the Lombardi trophy.

And got it sittin in the Meadowlands

So there's only one message I'ma tell you man!

To the game, bring in the entire fans

Let's do the chant with the fireman

Chorus:

Put your arms out and get ready to take off,

This year New York is running the playoffs

Of course, ya all know who is the best,

So spell it out loud with the con to the quence

it's the J - E - T - S!

JETS, JETS, JETS, JETS!

It's the J - E - T - S!

JETS, JETS, JETS, JETS!

JETS, JETS, JETS, JETS!

Thanks to madailui

Thanks to Kelsey Mac for correcting these lyrics

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