Chris Batson - Jason lyrics

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Chris Batson - Jason lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: 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**ing money, yeah I go Forrest These rims ain't for sale, b**h This whip ain't for sale, b**h And this Cuban ain't for sale, b**h I been on the f**ing boat like a sail b**h 500 feet on the f**ing water Ten f**ing karats for my baby daughter You come through boy, place your order I got some n***as that'll meet you at the f**ing 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) [Verse 2: Jadakiss] I'm just one of the five, I'm just one with the vibes Even n***as 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 n***as come home, free all of the guys This sh** 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 n***as, 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) [Verse 3: 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 Since you asked, I'ma hit you with the bu*t of the nine Bullets soaking in pine, let 'em open your spine Use your brain a little, my n***a open your mind If you ain't in the circle, for a square I get you line I know n***as 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 n***as don't give a f** 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) [Outro]