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Jadakiss - Top 5 Dead Or Alive Album Lyrics



Jadakiss - Top 5 Dead Or Alive Lyrics






First 48 (Intro)

Right now I just wanna say thank you, (thank you)
For your downloads, ya streams, ya hard copies
Whatever means of purchase
Even if you bootlegged this joint I appreciate you
We 4 projects in, a whole lot more to go
Thanks for all the support for riding out wit ya nigga
Despite what you may think or what you may have heard
I am
Top 5 dead or alive

Everything is real ain't nothing cozy
Fresher than a young nigga mind of a OG
Inhale exhale yea cherish every breath
Shinin' like I just came home but I never left
Most of them is lovin' me some of them hatin' me
Say hes underrated dependin' on whose ratin' me
I be destroyin' niggas on tracks blatantly
Basically I'm patiently waitin' for a vacancy
It ain't hard to tell they all scared to challenge 'em
Money power respect I learned how to balance them
Water melon over the pump the hood silencer
Couple hundred thousand a month is a good calendar
Yea they love to hear the don speak
That's because my dialog ain't in arms reach
Nah I ain't wit the coward ish
First the skinny jeans now they wearin' blouses
Don't ever confuse wireless for powerless
A nice red wine haze and a sour mix
I'm in the trap wit the blicky
Cigarettes pills and the sticky
If you need somethin hit me
When it's poppin I breeze quickly
To ya door step if ya coppin at least 50
Never mix my feelings wit my dealings
I'm house shoppin' for wood floors high ceilings
200 or more on the dash if I'm wheelin'
Really these just niggas is mad 'cause I'm chillin'
Face on the masters mother pearls
I maintain 'cause I dominated the underworld
If you sick to ya stomach that mean you wanna earl
The moon and the stars tell you that son is thorough
I'm gettin' better every week
And I don't talk too much the longevity will speak
They ain't selling you nothing
You think its better 'cause its cheap
With the push of a button I'll get you wet up in the street
Its never been even I'm one of the best breathin'
Ya red shirts might be ready by next season
The spread's too high is nothing I just tease 'em
More celebratin' this year and less grieving
But I'm always down for a funeral
For a nigga hatin' while I'm tryna do my numerals
Screw faces side glances
6 shooter headshots 5 chances
25 large or 5 dances
As you can see I'm fascinated wit the finances
Nah he don't play
And he'll forever be top 5 DOA nigga!

I am, Top 5 Dead Or Alive
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jason Phillips
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave






You Dont Eat

Waited for luck it never landed (Nah)
Stuck on your block forever stranded (Yea)
I live by the 10 crack commandments
Either you earn respect or you demand it
It's the liquors vs the reefers
It's the angel versus the reaper
You might not know but it gets deeper
You heard my name on the last verse of Ether
You gotta come to the hood if you want to reach us
I'll lay you down in the earth right underneath us
Same town used to pull parts
Cause the beggers will disappear when the war starts
I'm still out here dog I got war scars
You know me I'm from the bottom where the floor starts
When you street smart money your report card
I got the deck now I can pull a boss card (Top 5)

By any means whatever it takes
More or less life or death whatever the case
It's all about your stamina it's never the race
Re the bank back up if you ever ace
Hate so official they try fending you
When you die they don't miss you they just remember you
I sat down with the devil and did an interview
I shot rounds with the rebels I'm with the criminals
I put an end to you I save all the small talk for the interludes
I ain't finna lose I'm in a winning mood
I'm with the winning dudes we good in every hood
My niggas been approved
Too much air nigga they gonna pop your inner tube
The works A1 yea nigga and it moves
40s of coke in the sports bar
I'm still shining like the north star
You just another nigga lost pa
I got the deck now I can pull a boss card (Top 5)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jason Phillps, Sean Combs
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management






You Can See

You can see
You can see (We good)
You can see (matter fact we great)

One, one, one, one, one, one
Two, two, two, two, two
Three, three, three, three, three, three
Four, four, four, four, four, four
Top 5 DOA, niggas know he don't play
I can sell a ki a day, I guess it's in my DNA
Comfortable with being at the top, that's where he gon' stay
Niggas usually stand there and shock when they see the K
I'm the general of the block, I'ma lead the way
Either way you can call me Paul, long as Peter pay
These niggas can f*ck around with me? That'll be the day
.45 ACP I let them bleed away
Overpaid, under rated , deaf to the one's who hated
Big family of criminals, I'm the one who made it
Still get you situated, blue steel nickel-plated
We can clearly see what's going on here, articulate it

[Hook - Future:]
And I don't and I don't can I rock up me some coke
Can I buy another car and I don't have to pay a note
Can I pay my lawyer off and I don't have to go to court
I'mma smash a gang of bitches, gettin' money yeah I know
If you can see getting money what this nigga's about
If you can see these bitches and what they'll gone buy
If you can see the pain in these nigga's eyes
Then from the look of it nigga, you know what they about
If you can see these bitches and what they'll gone buy
If you can see getting money what this nigga's about
If you can see the pain in these nigga's eyes
Then from the look of it nigga, you know what they about

One, one, one, one, one, one
Two, two, two, two, two
Three three three three three three
Four four four four four four
Top 5 DOA, niggas know he don't play
Get it over quick, I figure you gon' die either way
Out there on the strip, late night, sipping E&J
Breaking down on every sale we get, nigga me and K
They always gon' want the weed
They always gon' need the yay
Whoever don't need to bleed
Definitely need to pray
All you niggas need to leave
All your bitches need to stay
Trying to alleviate the FBI and DEA
Whole scale full of work
Wholesale on the Percs
Love me in the hood
Plus I got the jails on alert
Still get you situated, blue steel nickel-plated
We can clearly see what's going on here, articulate it

[Hook - Future:]
And I don't and I don't can I rock up me some coke
Can I buy another car and I don't have to pay a note
Can I pay my lawyer off and I don't have to go to court
I'mma smash a gang of bitches, gettin' money yeah I know
If you can see getting money what this nigga's about
If you can see these bitches and what they'll gone buy
If you can see the pain in these nigga's eyes
Then from the look of it nigga, you know what they about
If you can see these bitches and what they'll gone buy
If you can see getting money what this nigga's about
If you can see the pain in these nigga's eyes
Then from the look of it nigga, you know what they about
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: KHALED MOHAMMAED KHALED, NAYVADIUS WILBURN, JAMIE JASON DALEY, LEE ANTHONY NORRIS, JASON PHILLIPS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Y. O. (Youthful Offenders)

Right now I just wanna say thank you, (thank you)
For your downloads, ya streams, ya hard copies
Whatever means of purchase
Even if you bootlegged this joint I appreciate you
We 4 projects in, a whole lot more to go
Thanks to all the support for riding out wit ya nigga
Despite what you may think or what you may have heard
I am... Top 5 dead or alive

Everything is real ain't nothing cozy
Fresher than a young nigga mind of a OG
Inhale exhale yea cherish every breath
Shinin' like I just came home but I never left
Most of them is lovin' me some of them hatin' me
Say hes underrated dependin' on whose ratin' me
I be destroyin' niggas on tracks blatantly
Basically I'm patiently waitin' for a vacancy
It ain't hard to tell they all scared to challenge 'em
Money power respect I learned how to balance them
Water melon over the pump the hood silencer
Couple hundred thousand a month is a good calendar
Yea they love to hear the don speak
That's because my dialog ain't in arms reach
Nah I ain't wit the coward ish
First the skinny jeans now they wearin' blouses
Don't ever confuse wireless for powerless
A nice red wine haze and a sour mix
I'm in the trap wit the blicky
Cigarettes pills and the sticky
If u need somethin hit me
When it s poppin I breeze quickly
To ya door step if ya coppin at least 50
Never mix my feelings wit my dealings
I'm house shoppin' for wood floors high ceilings
200 or more on the dash if I'm wheelin'
Really these just niggas is mad cause I'm chillin'
Face on the masters mother pearls
I maintain cause I dominated the underworld
If you sick to ya stomach that mean u wanna earl
The moon and the stars tell u son is through
I'm gettin' better every week
And I don't talk to much the longivty will speak
They ain't selling u nothing u think its better cause its cheap
Wit the push of a button ill get u wet up in the street
Its never been even I'm one of the best breathin'
Ya red shirts might be ready by next season
Ya spread to high is nothing I just tease em
More celebratin' this year and less grieving
But I'm always down for a funeral
For a nigga hatin while I'm tryna get my numerals
Screw faces side glances
6 shooter headshots 5 chances
25 large or 5 dances
As u can see I'm fascinated wit the finances
Nah he don't play and hell forever be top 5 DOA nigga!
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






Jason

[Swizz Beats:]
You got me feeling like I ain't winning
I'm starting from the beginning
I go Forrest, go Forrest
I make so much f*cking money, yeah I go Forrest
These rims ain't for sale, bitch
This whip ain't for sale, bitch
And this Cuban ain't for sale, bitch
I been on the f*cking boat like a sail bitch
500 feet on the f*cking water
Ten f*cking karats for my baby daughter
You come through boy, place your order
I got some niggas that'll meet you at the f*cking border

[Hook - Swizz Beats & (Jadakiss):]
I got my hoodie and my mask on
I got my gun and my blast on
(Don't shoot please, can't breathe
Officer don't shoot, can't breathe)

[Jadakiss:]
I'm just one of the five, I'm just one with the vibes
Even niggas is jealous so they just want you to die
They don't want you to rise, they just want you demise
So I be crossing my T's and I be dotting my I's
You on the opposite side, shots gonna fly
Best part about it, I can stay right up in Yonkers and hide
Keep a gun in the door, that's all in the ride
Til my niggas come home, free all of the guys
This shit is all a facade, thought it was all a surprise
I heard of the stories, seen all of the lies
Long as the work is official, and the corner supplied
At the end of the day niggas, we gonna survive
What

[Hook:]
(Don't shoot please, can't breathe
Officer don't shoot, can't breathe)
I got my hoodie and my mask on
I got my gun and my blast on
(Don't shoot please, can't breathe
Officer don't shoot, can't breathe)

[Jadakiss:]
I'm just one of the five, I'm just one with the vibes
Can't figure it out or they don't wanna decide
In the gutter replying, mic flooded with dimes
Send you ass, I'ma hit you with the butt of the nine
Bullets soaking in pine, let 'em open your spine
Use your brain a little, my nigga open your mind
If you ain't in the circle, for a square I get you line
I know niggas is telling, I don't care about the time
Yeah I got weed on me, I don't care about the fine
From a hood where niggas don't give a f*ck by design
Yeah, it's real life, it's not a rhyme
And remember, if you don't get caught it's not a crime
Like

[Hook:]
(Don't shoot please, can't breathe
Officer don't shoot, can't breathe)
I got my hoodie and my mask on
I got my gun and my blast on
(Don't shoot please, can't breathe
Officer don't shoot, can't breathe)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jason Phillips, Kasseem Dean
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Kill

[Hook:]
What am I (a real nigga)
This coupe I'm in cost a mil nigga
Niggas hatin I feel niggas
AK47 locked and loaded bout to kill niggas
(Huh now what you say) I'm bout to kill niggas
AK 47 locked and loaded bout to kill niggas

[Jadakiss:]
Real niggas love me bitches they ain't never stop
Hating niggas f*ck them they can eat a bunch of cock
Ima move this white shit all you do is punch the clock
Nobody arrested all they did was rush the block
Do it for my realies cause they the ones who feel me
Til God calls for me or 1 of these niggas kill me
As far as the rap game go I'm the Achilles
Last man standing quit flipping fast gramming
My back against the wall what I do blast cannon
Pre-mediated I already planned it
Let you see that barrel burner to your eye
Its assault if he lives but its murder if he dies (f*ck him)

[Hook:]
What am I (a real nigga)
This coupe I'm in cost a mil nigga
Niggas hatin I feel niggas
AK47 locked and loaded bout to kill niggas
(Huh now what you say) I'm bout to kill niggas
AK 47 locked and loaded bout to kill niggas

[Lil Wayne:]
Don't start no shit won't be no shit
She a cancer I hit her with the chemo dick
I'm married to the mob my tuxedo fit
Now can you treat a blood like a mosquito bitch
I'm the exterminator they call me terminator
I cock this motherf*cker back and Arnold Schwarzenegger
I'm still a Martian nigga approach with caution nigga
I'm bout to kill em baby no abortion nigga
Toss a nigga in a river wearing cement shoes
Smokin' quarters and pounds I'm on my p's & q's
And my redbone taste like strawberry shortcake
I'm still trying to find a pain pill for heart break
I'm in this bitch kush in this swisher
I'm with my niggas y'all witnesses
RIP to them fake niggas
VIP to my skate niggas

What am I (a lil nigga)
Still do it bigger than Shaquille nigga
Niggas hating (I feel niggas)
AK47 locked and loaded bout to kill niggas

[Hook:]
What am I (a real nigga)
This coupe I'm in cost a mil nigga
Niggas hatin I feel niggas
AK47 locked and loaded bout to kill niggas
(Huh now what you say) I'm bout to kill niggas
AK 47 locked and loaded bout to kill niggas
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Dwayne Carter, Jason Phillips
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management






Man In The Mirror

Top 5 DOA

I'm on a paper chase they want me outta my zone
Spread the product get the profit I'm gone
Yeah, high as f*ck driving alone
Spread the product get the profit I'm gone
Sometimes I can't feel the hate when its nearest
I can see it clearer than the man in the mirror
Feeling down and I'm telling myself cheer up
I'm only scared of God and the man in the mirror

Ya destiny's in yo hand inner strength a Conan
Too much time spent in the hood will have u programmed
Or in ya cell writing a kite listening to slow jams
The 2-3 ain't workin' on me they gotta go man
I got the ball movin' I rock a small Cuban
I'm too famous to deny some of my wrong doing
Its never about what you've done what you can do for them
Family and friends I be done rapidly losing them
Look at they name think about it before deleting it
Before you sit down at the table watch who you eating wit
Hopefully those ain't the people that you competing wit
I'm too focused to quit my journey before completing it, what's up

I'm on a paper chase they want me outta my zone
Spread the product get the profit I'm gone
Yeah high as f*ck driving alone
Spread the product get the profit I'm gone
Sometimes I can't feel the hate when its nearest
I can see it clearer than the man in the mirror
Feeling down and I'm telling myself cheer up
I'm only scared of God and the man in the mirror

It's a difference between what you doin' and what you tryna do
Price u pay for not being humble is astronomical
Especially when you in the jungle what would the lions do
If you can do the math on that then do the science too
Move around wit the 4 pound or a 9 or two
Hometown hate I receive ain't worth responding to
I'm the one that made them believe in a Yonkers dude
Even though they hated on me I'm responsible
First they gonna try divide then they conquer you
Try to make u swallow your pride 'cause they sponsored you
Yeah, I only fear two beings, one I can talk to
The other I can see him

I'm on a paper chase they want me outta my zone
Spread the product get the profit I'm gone
Yeah, high as f*ck driving alone
Spread the product get the profit I'm gone
Sometimes I can't feel the hate when its nearest
I can see it clearer than the man in the mirror
Feeling down and I'm telling myself cheer up
I'm only scared of God and the man in the mirror

684, peddle to the floor
Blunt to the face ready for the war
You already know something heavy in the door
Any kind of funny movement I'm letting off
Life is the one thing you can't get a pair of
While I'm here I'm make my surrounding I'm aware of
Made enough money, the kids is taken care of
I'm only scared of god and the man in the mirror

I'm on a paper chase they want me outta my zone
Spread the product get the profit I'm gone
Yeah, high as f*ck driving alone
Spread the product get the profit I'm gone
Sometimes I can't feel the hate when its nearest
I can see it clearer than the man in the mirror
Feeling down and I'm telling myself cheer up
I'm only scared of God and the man in the mirror, what's up
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jason Phillips
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management






Synergy

[Styles:] we don't ride how you niggas ride
[Kiss:] politics to the side no one sicker than I first the devil will try to conquer
[Styles:] then he'll divide
[Kiss:] it's my job as a man
[Styles:] to forever provide
[Kiss:] what's the meaning of living
[Styles:] since you barely survive
[Kiss:] if you came from the dirt
[Styles:] now you touching the sky
[Kiss:] you keep f*cking wit me
[Styles:] you must be rushing to die
[Kiss:] so you better decide
[Styles:] cause it's better to die
[Kiss:] cause I'm 2 slots after the 3rd dead or alive
[Styles:] you can give me the racks instead of the shine
[Kiss:] cause I been doin' what I been doin' ahead of my time
[Styles:] if you ain't hearin what I'm doin' you better rewind
[Kiss:] the only thing I'm scared of doin' is federal time
[Styles:] I sold crack out the building several dimes
[Kiss:] and I done counted up a million several times
[Styles:] gold plated desert eagles incredible nines
[Kiss:] better flows better fabrics better designs
[Styles:] family and loyalty
[Kiss:] then the cheddar behind
[Styles:] I put some money on ya head
[Kiss:] or some bread on ya mind
[Styles:] we ya problem alone
[Kiss:] but we better combined
[Styles:] do it for those not here
[Kiss:] and forever confined
[Styles:] and we ain't promised tomorrow
[Kiss:] so lets treasure the times
[Styles:] and we ain't givin it away
[Kiss:] so lets measure the lines
[Styles:] so keep killin these niggas
[Kiss:] the pleasure is mines
[Styles:] we get better with time
[Kiss:] so you better resign
[Styles:] yea
[Kiss:] before death be the treasure you find

[Hook:]
We don't care
Cuban link rollie affair
Ruthless and blowing smoke in the air
Freaky women and benjamin's soldiers was here
You know it was lit cause you know we was there
And oh we don't care
Throw a gun in the sky get ya money and slide
But keep in mind, still ride or die

[Styles:] what really make you the top 5
[Kiss:] cannot lie dead or alive you cannot find bars better than mine
[Styles:] go head and ask the other 4
[Kiss:] the tip of the gun is hotter than the oven door
[Styles:] get baked cause I'm half baked
[Kiss:] boss of the mob
[Styles:] you just a protege like billy bathgate
[Kiss:] protype car at the crib cause the cash straight
[Styles:] boss don dadda
[Kiss:] bo-dadda-dang
[Styles:] listen to my 9 millimeter go bang
[Kiss:] herion and cocaine when hov
[Styles:] chilled wit Dame
[Kiss:] I got a gold
[Styles:] shane
[Kiss:] and then hoes
[Styles:] changed
[Kiss:] yup
[Styles:] red bottoms
[Kiss:] the head gotem
[Styles:] you don't wanna hear ya homeboys name
[Kiss:] and the feds gotem
[Styles:] niggas caught him slippin
[Kiss:] hittem the lead gotem T5doa
[Styles:] G5 benz truck
[Kiss:] when I was 19 I said I could sell a key a day
[Styles:] it ain't hard work if the white hard spot jump
[Kiss:] and I'm jumpin in just like a life guard
[Styles:] on the deep end
[Kiss:] what you know bout 50 on a week day
[Styles:] hunnid on the week end ya heard me no yay Jeezy and baby but we snowman and birdman
[Kiss:] montega jada pinico pinero any further questions speak to the barrel

[Hook:]
We don't care
Cuban link rollie affair
Ruthless and blowing smoke in the air
Freaky women and benjamin's soilders was here
You knpw it was lit cause you know we was there
And oh we don't care
Throw a gun in the sky get ya money and slide
But keep in mind, still ride or die
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: David Styles, Jason Phillips
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Aint Nothin New

[Jadakiss:]
Seeing if a seven-digit check cleared
All in the connect's ear
Driving cars that come out next year
Block lit, all I did was come out for some fresh air
Big chain, nice watch, fresh gear, heck yeah
Killers respect killers, soft niggas respect fear
Crazy cause I love it but I hate it that I rep there
Sad part about it is that I made it when I left there
Sorry to whoever anticipated my death here
You die, they hope, don't sleep, stay woke
The more money you get, the more it's your fault they broke
Catch a bullet in your Koolo
In the hook that's how they do though
Cause ain't nothin' new, yo

[Hook - Ne-Yo:]
This ain't nothin' new, this ain't nothin' new
Two decker like me man, it's what I do
And you got lied to if they sad to say what I do
This ain't nothin' new, it ain't nothin' new
Nah but maybe to a nigga like you
Cause round here man, this an everyday thing
No it ain't nothin' new

[Nipsey Hussle:]
Never turn down when it's on, I'm front line
Always respected what's real, I want mine
Anytime they shot up the hood was go time
Once you start cuttin' in life, you sold out
If you have some smut on your name, you can't grind
Over reputation and pride we gone die
When the police asked for the truth, I told lies
And when I find God in this booth, my soul cry
Once you off the stoop it's through, you no child
Ain't make no excuse for your youth, or no size
See me, I graduated these streets in 05
Still live and die by these rules, you know why?

[Hook - Ne-Yo:]
This ain't nothin' new, this ain't nothin' new
Two decker like me man, it's what I do
And you got lied to if they sad to say what I do
This ain't nothin' new, it ain't nothin' new
Nah but maybe to a nigga like you
Cause round here man, this an everyday thing
No it ain't nothin' new

[Jadakiss:]
Nah the bars are still lethal
You ain't the top til the stars are underneath you
God shuffles the deck but the cards come from the people
Speakin' from a place where the odds are under equal
Yeah, end of discussion, I vocally destroy any production
Go get your crew, put my prints on the semi, I'm bustin'
Grateful, I know the difference between plenty and nothin'
I'm on the block, on the crate, sippin' Henny and puffin'
And even though it's all love, keep your enemies lustin'
Lick a shot off then let two go
Let me off the leash, I'm like Koojo
This ain't nothin' new yo

[Hook - Ne-Yo:]
This ain't nothin' new, this ain't nothin' new
Two decker like me man, it's what I do
And you got lied to if they sad to say what I do
This ain't nothin' new, it ain't nothin' new
Nah but maybe to a nigga like you
Cause round here man, this an everyday thing
No it ain't nothin' new
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Shaffer Smith, Eliot Dubock, Ermias Asghedom, Daniel Garcia, Jason Phillips, Francis Ubiera
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






So High

I'm so high you can barely see me
Do you know the feeling of being so high?

Between love and hate it's a fine line
So I stay parallel to the sky line
THC levels is through the roof
When you floating in the clouds you can view the truth
Hush feel the rush from the altitude
Looks down on em see what they about to do
So you already know what not to do
That Moroccan hashish is like rocket fuel
Yea sometimes it better not to see the ground
Yea sometimes it better not to be around
Always keep a couple dollars and a P around
I might experience turbulence when I see the town
The worlds under me
I'm where the lightning and the thunder be
Cause down there ain't no fun to me
With that said I ain't going back
I'm bout to blow a sack and I all know is that

[Hook:]
I'm so high I can't see the ground
My life shines so bright can you see me now
Ohh I'm so high I'm not coming down
I won't fade away

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Rollin up tryna get folded up
How you gonna say you cold as us
Can't smoke enough
Diamonds in my chain nah homie they 14 karats
Lil nigga that ain't gold enough
Staying on top while this haters praying I stop and
You niggas waiting on cars while I pull em strain out the lot
Catch me rolling that reefer I stay on that pot
And I'm always repping for my gang I know I say that a lot
Cause I can remember the days before I got paid
Me and my niggas was trying to make our way
We getting on f*ck what y'all say
Made some millions and got niggas with me tryna do the same thing
I Make moves bossed up in the game
Ball hard don't get crossed up in the game
Seen alotta dudes get loss up in the game
That's why every time you see me

[Hook:]
I'm so high I can't see the ground
My life shines so bright can you see me now
Ohh I'm so high I'm not coming down
I won't fade away
I'm so high I can't see the ground
My life shines so bright can you see me now
Ohh I'm so high I'm not coming down
I won't fade away

High as the towers before they knocked them down
Teflon like Gotti before they locked him down
Word to the mollies niggas in poppin now
But I'm just chillin just passing the pot around light up

[Hook:]
I'm so high I can't see the ground
My life shines so bright can you see me now
Ohh I'm so high I'm not coming down
I won't fade away
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Mikkel Eriksen, Tor Hermansen, Danny Choi, Cameron Thomaz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Critical

[Jeezy:]
Yeah, critical
Yeah, critical
Yeah, critical
Yeah, critical

[Hook - Jeezy:]
Streets critical

Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou
Pay for the coke nigga its a trial
Paid for the case nigga beat the trial
Bought a rolex nigga and a dial
Gave a bad bitch
Came with young niggas yeah and they wild
Them pearly whites
All my niggas gettin' head tonight
All my niggas gettin' bread tonight
Sittin' back make sure the bread is right
Two-door cost 250 thou
Ain't no scales its digital
Cookin' them figures like Mr. Chow
Yeah I know the streets like critical

[Jadakiss:]
I'm still rapping
I'm still trapping
Know 'em all my life
But I still clap 'em
Yeah I know I don't own a team
But so what bitch I'm still a captain
Guns up, my money stacked
My work guaranteed, money back
I sold dope and I slung crack
Twelve twelve, them hundred sacks
I'm done with that
I had fun with that
Y'all go ahead, y'all run with that
Only thing about the game of life is
When you lose you can't run it back
Block-boomin, spot-boomin
Start asking, stop assuming
Better than me there's not a human
Take the plates off, cop a new one
Two door cost me a quarter mil'
Make sure you knock off all the pills
Spent a little extra, caught the deal
44 Bulldog off your grill
First they get your name, then they get your files
Then they sit you down
Street life is critical

[Hook - Jeezy:]
Streets critical

Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou
Pay for the coke nigga its a trial
Paid for the case nigga beat the trial
Bought a rolex nigga and a dial
Gave a bad bitch
Came with young niggas yeah and they wild
Them pearly whites
All my niggas gettin' head tonight
All my niggas gettin' bread tonight
Sittin' back make sure the bread is right
Two-door cost 250 thou
Ain't no scales its digital
Cookin' them figures like Mr. Chow
Yeah I know the streets like critical

[Jeezy:]
On my 87, my blunt lit
Got a 40 cal for the dumb shit
Call it stupid head, now its stupid head
All I know is she a dumb bitch
My mind gone, my mind blown
All the shit that my mind on
Streets are waitin' for, niggas hatin', I'm still gettin' my shine on
My cup full, my pocket full, my tank never on 'E' bitch
All them 2's I be talkin' 'bout, damn right they don't need bitch
Summer time, four 9's, cuttin' shit like a dealer hoe
Every day is my birthday, its like every month september hoe
Got this rollie on, nigga hold on
Back back you don't know me holmes
Pyrex, digital scale, and the glass stove I'll show you holmes
All about my money hoe, my money fast your money slow
Sitting back my money grow
Best believe me and my money know that

[Hook - Jeezy:]
Streets critical

Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou
Pay for the coke nigga its a trial
Paid for the case nigga beat the trial
Bought a rolex nigga and a dial
Gave a bad bitch
Came with young niggas yeah and they wild
Them pearly whites
All my niggas gettin' head tonight
All my niggas gettin' bread tonight
Sittin' back make sure the bread is right
Two-door cost 250 thou
Ain't no scales its digital
Cookin' them figures like Mr. Chow
Yeah I know the streets like critical
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jason Phillips, Jay Jenkins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management






Cutlass

[Hook:]
I hopped in the cutlass
I hopped out a bucket
I pop like I pulled out my weight in some luggage
These hoes steady buggin'
My phone steady buzzin'
I think it's the plug finna drop off a dozen
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing
I hopped in the cutlass
I hopped out a bucket
I pop like I pulled out my weight in some luggage
These hoes steady buggin'
My phone steady buzzin'
I think it's the plug finna drop off a dozen
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing

[Jadakiss:]
Right off the back all these niggas be fronting
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing
Get that gut feeling you know that they coming
You ain't got no paper ain't even worth running
Hoped out the cutlass and hopped in the bucket
Run in your mouth you'll get popped in your nugget
You had the ball then you dropped it then f*ck it
I open up shop on the block and I crush it
Don't let yourself be the next kiss opponent
No I ain't driving but yeah bitch I own it
Usually niggas get caught in the moment
I showed them a style and they just went and cloned it
Whole ones half ones even zips moving
We ain't even gonna talk about the bricks moving
Rock a gold sky dweller and a thick Cuban
Gave away more hits than Rick Rubin
Hard times come you just gotta get through em
These lil niggas got a lotta shit brewing
Feds get involved then alotta shit ruined
Used to spit at niggas now I spit through em
I don't wash clothes nigga I just get new ones
Real boss niggas it be hard to get to em
Yeah real low on the suckers
I walked out the trap house and hopped in the cutlass

[Hook:]
I hopped in the cutlass
I hopped out a bucket
I pop like I pulled out my weight in some luggage
These hoes steady buggin'
My phone steady buzzin'
I think it's the plug finna drop off a dozen
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing
I hopped in the cutlass
I hopped out a bucket
I pop like I pulled out my weight in some luggage
These hoes steady buggin'
My phone steady buzzin'
I think it's the plug finna drop off a dozen
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing

[Exodus:]
Where I'm from ain't nothing but survival
Before niggas pray the gonna pick up that rifle
Before niggas sleep they gonna camp out and snipe you
Wipe you off the face of the earth your face on a shirt
Ive been through in that phantom fly back to the place that I'm from
But no happy with that they took my brother the government kidnap and shit
I ain't just talking I ain't just rapping said it really happened
That's why I get on shit that you with and I vomit
I don't give a f*ck you know how extra its comin
Itd beef I'm at you and I might be atacha woman
I make it look like you put time in for nothing
Dont make no sudden moves around me I'm clutching
These niggas had to see the money I'm touching
My niggas put there hands on cars and I'm pushing
But I ain't jumping for a nigga

[Hook:]
I hopped in the cutlass
I hopped out a bucket
I pop like I pulled out my weight in some luggage
These hoes steady buggin'
My phone steady buzzin'
I think it's the plug finna drop off a dozen
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing
I hopped in the cutlass
I hopped out a bucket
I pop like I pulled out my weight in some luggage
These hoes steady buggin'
My phone steady buzzin'
I think it's the plug finna drop off a dozen
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing
Now I got money they can't tell me nothing
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jason Phillips
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC






Rain

Thunderstorm in the forecast
More time to meditate on ya war path
To the face wit a whole blunt
All my chains and a watch on that's a cold front
Yea they wishing I come around more
But when I do they don't notice the heavy downpour
Haters prayin' on my death on my downfall
They got me lookin' for my shadow like the groundhog
It gets frightening all you see is the lightning
Niggas ungrateful bitches is just trifling
Can't be real wit ya self you're not right then
Different from everybody else we're not like them
Need the respect gotta have the power
If I squeeze this Tec that's a scattered shower
Guaranteed that its gonna touch you
Hoes wanna f*ck, niggas wanna hustle
No offense but you better D up
Whenever it rains is the best time to re-up
Niggas you wanna kill family members is ill
The shit you think about about as each drop hit the seal
Crib paid for the kids get a couple mill
Smoke a lil' weed you might pop a couple pills
Sharp as a Ginsu everybody's against you
Things that you get yourself into is all mental
It's a lot of pain in my tears
Dark thoughts turn into criminal ideas
Shit like where do you see yourself in five years
I've always been a superior to my peers
Yea and my rain ain't stop yet
Even though its mostly the lames that got wet
I'm all about a profit I pull it out and pop it
And no umbrella or raincoat can't stop it

Rain
They say life's a bitch nigga
Real niggas love bitches though
Misery loves company
Yeah, well f*ck it nigga I'm miserable
They say when it rains it pours
Rain
They say when it rains it pours
Rain Rain Rain

I'm the president of this veteran sport
Make it feel chill like you need ya Pelle back on
I'm cosmic I'm a full storm from the projects
Yea its in the air you ain't gotta tell him who Nas is
Skies is red winds is 7 miles per hour
Light showers visibility clearly
Nobody real as me, cowards
Never speak to cops only speak to attorneys
Had to leave the block took the whole hood on my journey
Hear these niggas talkin', who they talkin' to
I ascended from heaven I can walk on the moon
Everybody a killa guess everybody a goon
Not every don is a don till a don walk in the room
Right state of emergency autumn leaves mother nature
Feel the urgency the reign I rain hot springs
Nueva york they throw salt
Kama sutra in females thoughts I'm stalked
So I pray like it Jumah it rains

They say life's a bitch nigga
Real niggas love bitches though
Misery loves company
Yeah, well f*ck it nigga I'm miserable
They say when it rains it pours
Rain
They say when it rains it pours
Rain Rain Rain

Yo, when you on top of the world the game is yours
And ya dope is uncut, ya cane is pure
The problems start coming, it rains it pours
And ya money is not long enough to change the laws
You figured everything would be done in one night
All you want is the shine, but the sun is on strike
The cash comes in then the love stop
Ice in the bezel that's a flood watch
Heavy precipitation
There's nothing you can do that can better the situation
They ain't say it ain't safe to drive in
Its on you how you got about surviving
In the rain nigga

They say life's a bitch nigga
Real niggas love bitches though
Misery loves company
Yeah, well f*ck it nigga I'm miserable
They say when it rains it pours
Rain
They say when it rains it pours
Rain Rain Rain
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: David Styles, Jason Phillips, Nasir Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






One More Mile To Go

Y'know, yeah, you gotta roll with the punches (uh-huh)
Take some bumps, give some bruises (exactly)
Its easy to just give it all up, or just quit and say f*ck it
Its hard to keep going, yeah yo

When it all seems hopeless, real hard to focus
Simple dilemmas become hard for you to cope with
Taking things personal, easily insulted
Doing dumb shit, and don't care what the results is
Ain't scared to die, but you thinking 'bout a coffin
And quitting ain't an option but you think about it often
Saying to yourself, how this ain't fair
You got the strength but the energy, just ain't there
That same vision that you used to have just ain't clear
The storm gets heavier, the sun disappears
You just hoping that there's light, at the end of the tunnel
Either that or oil money at the end of the funnel
Hit a different mind-frame once you been through the jungle
But you can stumble on a hit, and get rich on a humble
Least now you know, they love the style and flow
We almost there, just one more mile to go

When the storm is over and the clouds have part
Keep your head to the sky, don't give up
We got one more mile to go (go, go)
We got one more mile to go (go, go, ah-haa)
We got one more mile to go

First the depression kicks in, then you get animal-like
Hate can turn to motivation if you channel it right
Its like you at a seminar, on the panel of life
If you don't reach the destination they don't hand you your stripes
And the work is just keeping my name alive more
All I'm tryna do is finish the game with a high score
I done laughed and cried and then laughed and cried more
And I know what I want, so don't ask cause I'm sure
From a cloth that no longer exists, self cut
Every time you look back you just throwin' yourself up
At least now you know, they love the style and flow
We almost there, just one more mile to go

When the storm is over and the clouds have part
Keep your head to the sky, don't give up
We got one more mile to go (go, go)
We got one more mile to go (go, go)
We got one more mile to go

And even if I lost everything, I'll keep going
And even if they try to break me down
I'll keep hoping for better times, hey
Lemme hear you say, ho
Lemme hear you say, hey
Lemme hear you say, yeah

When the storm is over and the clouds have part
Keep your head to the sky, don't give up
We got one more mile to go (go, go)
We got one more mile to go (go, go)
We got one more mile to go (yeah)
We got one more mile to go (we ain't gon' never stop)
We got one more mile to go (ha ha ha, I know they want us to)
We got one more mile to go (you know what it is)
(So Raspy, D-Block)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Cameron Thomaz, Jason Phillips
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management






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Top 5 Dead or Alive is the fourth studio album by American hip hop recording artist Jadakiss. The album was released on November 20, 2015, by D-Block Records and Def Jam Recordings.

The album features guest appearances from Akon, Future, Jeezy, Lil Wayne, Ne-Yo, Nas, Nipsey Hussle, Styles P, Puff Daddy, Sheek Louch, Swizz Beatz, Young Adz and Young Buck.
Performed By: Jadakiss
Genre(s): Hip hop
Released: November 20th, 2015
Year: 2015

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