Nas, Game, Jadakiss - ROUND 1 (lyrics)


THE GAME: Niggas talkin' lots a s--t man..
NAS: Do they want us to drop it?
GAME: We might need to..
NAS: Should we drop it?
Jadakiss: He had it comin'...

[JADAKISS]
This lil' ****** got a big mouth/
Callin MY name?/
Give you the kiss a death now that a nigga teamed up wit' Game/
I'm not gettin personal on this s--t yet/
I like to toy wit lil niggas before I get em wet/
Best believe you ain't see nothin yet/
This the warm-up nigga/
You thought you played me/
Nah your playin yourself/
cause even you dont believe the s--t youre sayin yourself/
Got P callin me on Vacation/
Sayin 50 talkin' mad s--t/
Told me POP this punk/
have him Hollow Tipped up/
hit-up, split-up, s--t on this f--kin' dope/
And how the f--k Banks gonna cope?/
When he find his boyfriend in the living room/
Wit his neck inside of a rope/
D-Block raw nigga, I don't keep it on wax/
We take it to the max, nigga please believe this/
The next visitor to your home might be a mack 11 and 'Kiss/
You think you got the answers nigga? Well lemme axe../
You a question/
or maybe a couple like../
WHY you tryin' to start s--t with a D-Block nigga?
WHY you taking pictures with cops? What a snitch ass nigga/
WHY you won't take my d--k out ya mouth nigga?/
WHY am I still wastin time on this b--ch ass nigga/

[CHORUS]
JADA: Now tell me what you really goin' do?
GAME: D-Block, QB and Compton comin for you'
JADA: Now tell me what you really goin' do?
NAS: Get rich or die tryin' nigga

[THE GAME]
Straight 'outta compton/
Where niggas die for less than the s--t you said/
Game, Fame, Money, Pussy, Pistols, Power/
..You mad?/
Be glad someone from yo wack ass crew blew up/
Nah, jealousy, envy, I saw it in your eyes/
Squintin, blinded, from my shine/
Can't see s--t/
Clouds of smoke/
Haze fills the room/
Next thing you know 10 pounds a chrome/
Hollow Tip/
Pointed/
Directly at your f--kin' dome/
No excuses nigga we goin' get the job done/
Got my Cedar Block niggas in every hood/
Where the f--k you goin run/
to/
in 02/
you was slangin' dolo/
but you was on top of the world in 03/
Owe your whole f--kin' career to Em and Mr. D-R-E/
50, uhhh/
Bentley, uhhh/
When we finish off yo' ass you'll be back in the slums/
Buck pass the blunt/
Them Gay-Unit boys just wanna have fun/
It's a Lloyd Banks party/
Somebody lean over and tell Banks his room is full with 10 naked dudes/
Watch his eyes light up/
****** ass nigga/
Scramblin around so he can go get his ass tore up/
Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through/
That'll give me a good chance to blast him and his whole f--kin' crew/
Do anything to get under you niggas skin/
But I STILL I won't f--k Mariah/
I did get up in Olivia though/
Tap that ass while 50 was layin down hooks for MY ALBUM in the studio/
stupid ass ho/
It's the raid on you niggas/
As if you didn't already know/
Game over Round 1 TKO

[CHORUS]
JADA: Now tell me what you really goin' do?
GAME: D-Block, QB and Compton comin for you'
JADA: Now tell me what you really goin' do?
NAS: Get rich or die tryin' nigga


[NAS]
Haha, aiyo..this s--t for real?/
Don't 50 know how we deal with his kind?/
Aight let's finish this nigga off/
Murdereous mind like Manson/
Out to find any scrilla we can son/
On your knees like a ****, beggin and pleadin/
Relentless is these killas, we Mafioso/
Backstabbin, they grabbin they pistols way too late/
Already decided ya fate/
Takin pictures in a bullet proof don't make you a G/
A Mack 11, a 9, a 22 and a ball bat/
Walkin through the streets of broken windows and dreams/
Women screamin/
Headlights Beamin, Kids lyin dead in the street/
Victim's of consequences out of your realm of knowledge/
That's what make you a G/
I seen it/
Lived it/
Been there, done that/
Sold records/
Made Money/
If record sales equaled talent you might be the man/
but record sales mean s--t you still a Nas stan/
Nigga/
Rah Digga is more of a man than you/
The closest you'll ever get to bein' hot is to hold a lit candle/
You can't handle/
'Fo 'Fo Magnum/
Get rid of em' quickly/
Crowd shut they mouths/
Nobody seen s--t, dump em in the trunk/
Breathin fire, stay smokin' ly to bring my game higher/
I know you admire/
The sickness/
Quickness/
Diamonds/
Don't worry 'bout the led 'flyin/
When I'm up in this b--ch somebody dyin'/
You spit hot garbage/
I spit futuristic flows/
above the heads of you humanoids/
Kiss plus Game plus Nas equals Ether on steroids/
But this ain't no Barry Bonds s--t/
We ain't Juicin/
This that s--t that make ya soul burn slow/
but U already know/
And I ain't playin', I'm just sayin/
When Nasty get up in the cut the gat goin' be sprayin/
U already took 9 shots, how U feel bout 9 more?/
Led splatter ya dome before you can head for the door/
It's only Round 1 man/
How you goin' recover?/
Hahaha..bring it back niggas/
LLoyd Banks girly ass.. get gunned up and clapped quick/
Ya'll remember this?/
Young Buck..get gunned up and clapped quick/
Tony Yayo...get gunned up and clapped quick/
Olivia's skank ass...get gunned up and clapped quick/
Gay Unit crew get they ass gunned up and clapped quick/
50 ****, we don't play son/
Box headed lookin nigga/
Rockin' that half ass high top fade/
You know the real when you see it/
Knockout/

GAME: Hahaha.. now what it is son?
JADA: He probably thinks we done.
NAS: It's only round 1 niggas, feel it.
GAME: The game has just begun ...

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