Jae Millz

Jae Millz - No, No, No (remix) lyrics

rate me

<em>(f/ Cam'Ron, T.I)</em></p>

<p>(Jae Millz)

Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here

All hoods, stand up

All rude bwoys</p>


It's the remix, Killa, Dip Set

Harlem, mo say, chrome holla at me</p>


Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts

Call 'em dunts, tell them hoes go sell them cunts

Roll hella blunts, and I'm only gonna tell you once (No, No, No)

So you should tell a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a bitch

Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can tell I'm rich

Cause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that smell like fish, bitch

You rockin' Dada Dot, me I keep a Prada box

Ak', gotta rock the rocks, now I got the rock of Roc's (Minimum)

And I cop a top, ak chop a glock, suede, beige, knock a knock

System in the drop of drops, get the mobstered mopped

Get the poppas popped, top a top, shot the pawn

Dog, they'll be shotters shot, I done shot a lot

Shot the nine, shot the rock, sure shot, shot for sure

But I'm secure, no security, killa keep glocks and fours

Plus blocks of raw, probably popped your whore

But I'm not for sure, bitch wanna hop aboard

Hit up the docks and shores (No, No, No)</p>


I know these ho niggaz hate this, I know this niggaz hate this

Fake until you make it nigga

If I wanted to be me as long as wanted to be I'd hate me too nigga, you know</p>


It's your decision, we can do it however you want to

Fight or shoot it out, look the choice is on you

You could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool

Young pimpin' wont lose nigga (No, no, no)

We can beef if you choose, but if we comparing the crews

If we ever meet cha, we gotcha for keepin' ya jewels

Keep your raps on the beats . . . and the talkin and keep talkin

Cause is that what you wanna do nigga (No, no, no)

Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessings

Keep that smith and wessun, heckler cotch, whatever you got

Cause what I come with too heavy to cock, clearing the block

Nigga beggin' me to stop talkin' bout (No, no, no)

Ain't this what you niggaz wanted to get, wanted with Tip?

Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for runnin' ya lips

Spit each and everyone in the clip, and one in your whip

Ambulence just wasted a trip (Come if you want to man)

Combat time, was flat lines, to back grime

Nigga runnin' actin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)

When the lead flyin' it's bed time, the head lyin'

The paper in the morning saying (No, no, no)</p>

<p>(Jae Millz)

Yo I been spittin, been gifted, been crazy flow

Wize, been attent, shit you can call me Benjamin

Brethren, I don't ball with dopes

And you can call me anything you want, just don't call me broke (No, no, no)

Most hated, M to the izz H phenomenal

Get up and one'll stretch, direct through your abdominal

I'm warning you, stop your blood clot cryin'

Stop lyin' cause theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no)

Picture me passing my chain, or getting smacked by a lame

That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane

It just dont sound right, I get your team devoured

So don't even TINK about it (No, no, no)

you just a server shorty, I'll leave ya king stun

I'm a king son, in Kingston, I bling dumb

Only rapper you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome

Holla back, how real is that (No, no, no)

No I don't wanna stop, I gotta 'em sick

So I'mma keep going, keep flowin'

Benz backin' up so I'ma keep rollin' bent

And I'm stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the pitbull

The tech missiles and the heavy hitters


<p>(Jae Millz)

Those my peoples, N Y C

Killa, Dip Set

They know, T.I. grand hustle

What up

They know who I am

Jae Millz, call me whatever, just don't call me broke

Wanna WHAT!?


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