Y'all Haters

[Intro] LOX, D-Block, Swizz Beatz It's almost over, y'all, Jada, how real is that? [Hook] (x2) Lights out, niggas, Jada What's my motherfuckin' name? Jada Who I ain't fuckin' with, huh? Y'all haters Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, niggas better get it right Bitches better get it right [Verse 1] From the crack spots down in D.C., powder or the rock Jadakiss, motherfucker, from the, the, the block Top five dead or alive, it's still the same Said the real niggas is back to kill the lames But somethin' ain't right, it don't feel the same At this point in life, I'm too real to change Dipped in my stash, splurged on the dweller S550 coupe like (-) Outside, I'm good for three; Mike Miller If I get a DM from your girl, I might drill her Hand-to-hand, I sold more grams than 'Thriller' All I fuck with is ballplayers and killers Niggas is just gettin' ill, I been iller Bank account similar to Ben Stiller's I dick down chicks, all emerged in my veins After I get 'em, send 'em with birds on a plane I'm tryin' to be beefin' with all these nerds in the game Purple haze and heroin merged with the 'caine Messin' with Jada, another rapper found slain Usually they actors that try to act around dames I've realized that you cats are wowin' I can't stop them, my stacks are Yao Ming Before you even know it, murder, bang I ain't seen shit and I ain't heard a thing [Hook] (x2)