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Time's up Lyrics

Time's up by Jadakiss  

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Time's up im tha nigga wit tha perpetual oyster bars
mother of pearl delivery voice of God
'n itz hard jus bein tha boss
bein i cant go to jail cuz them years'll cost me
dont get me wrong lay a nigga down if he force me
id rather jus sit bak 'n roll a dutch
think about how ima put tha game in tha cobra clutch
think about how ima get tha caine ova customs
neva underestimate niggas or ova trust em
yea them m's iz rite in my face
i jus gotta throw my timbs on 'n tighten my lace
if it dont jam tha tech ill spray
wen i spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray
cuz im a nigga that hates to settle
'n im a man of tha Lord but i still cant shake tha devil
moved away 'n still cant escape tha ghetto
wut

tha time to talk is up so bring tha heat, playtime iz over
while ur runnin ur mouth im creepin up over ur shoulder
a gun, a knife, a bat, a brick anything i can get my hands on
call my bluff start actin up 'n i'll leave u underground

i kno how to get my peers off me
make em cry 'n die frum high blood pressure
cuz tears r salty
itz a symptom if u bobbin ur head
u kno that hes sick
u kno tha flow iz redic
now throw him a grip
wen i get it u alrede kno im throwin them bricks
puttin purple everywher daddy im throwin them knicks
thats rite homie u cant move me
i aint goin nowher
im in tha hood like bootleg moviez
all u shootin iz tha breeze
or bootleg oozie
im jus waitin on a Q like suzie
dont loose me
these penitentiary chandes that i take
shud b able to get tha mansion by tha lake
but i invest my bread into sumthin else
'n tha sumthin else that i'll make sumthin melt
u jus gotta feel tha kid
if not rap for tha fact a'how real he iz
wuddup

tha time to talk is up so bring tha heat, playtime iz over
while ur runnin ur mouth im creepin up over ur shoulder
a gun, a knife, a bat, a brick anything i can get my hands on
call my bluff start actin up 'n i'll leave u underground

hey yo, niggas kno tha champions r here
we took it fum crack to rap
now he put out two anthems a year
'n i jus wanna rock for a century
'n then chase tha book wit tha documentary
if u cant do nothin other than flow
life a bitch like that mother frum blow
letz go
dont make me put ur heart in ur lap
fuck ridin tha beat nigga
i'll parallel park on tha track
hop out lookin crispy, fresh 'n new
itz a six but itz a bm 'n itz pepsi blue
'n i dunno u
but i kno a man becomez a man
frum all tha shit that he go thru
yall aint fuckin wit jason
after i cash in thers really no justification
of how im goin to change tha game
so dont get outta line
cuz this little nin will change ur frame
wuddup

tha time to talk is up so bring tha heat, playtime iz over
while ur runnin ur mouth im creepin up over ur shoulder
a gun, a knife, a bat, a brick anything i can get my hands on
call my bluff start actin up 'n i'll leave u underground



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