Jadakiss - Somehow Someway (Freestyle) lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen this is nothing short of a celebration. The champ is here part 3 Green Lantern & Jadakiss As far as the ice go, yall n***as don't want it with him Just for Jacob coming home, spent a couple hundred with him Handguns everywhere even out in London wit em Might be in OKC he got the thunder wit em 45 ACP, u know he brung it with em He don't never go over budget Cuz he under bid em As far as connects go Takes one to know one You gotta be kidding me 30 for a whole one Rather kick back, light a sack, and drink a cold one Cuz n***as don't even wanna cop, they wanna hold one b**hes still s**ing dick, n***as actin funny yo War about to pop off ain't over no money though Something stupid gon happen the first day it sunny though Ima have my feet out low shorts and my bungalow Still transporting the Audi No good at the line so crunch time it's important you foul me Baltimore style, get yourself caught in the alley Tried to hide out in LA and got caught in the valley I'm just tryna get richer son the according to sally At times I be talking to dirt think I'm talkin to mally (It's crazy) I been in the hood I been in the trap I done shot it out wit n***as I been in the strap I know who my friends are and where my enemies at n***as be sending me threats I'm just sending them back I hesitate to squeeze the day that hell freeze (never) My mix tapes be better than n***as LPs (yup) If I ain't selling records then I'm prolly selling e's Or down in west v with dilaudids and OCs Yea n***a I bless you wit out sneezing Stretch you wit out reason The best that's out breathing (the best) K I dub dime Yall scared of yall hood but I love mine Bunch of institutionalized n***as that love time White collar crooks, soft n***as that love crime Everybody starving it's always grub time Hurricane Katrina on the dope its flood time As far as the chicks We just bending them back This for n***as with at least 10 in and a kack If you up north already or you waiting on a bus f*ggot a** Co's hating on the cuffs sh**s is all tight 10 hour ride when you could've took a flight Nothing looking right Feeling all alone Thinking bout home Being charged with a black pistol but you had a chrome Ya co-de is scott-free you ain't even downstate And you might not hear a word from him for a pound cake Other words 5 years Now you tryna hide tears Cuz u gotta do whatever now to survive there Even though the letters spray there gotta be a better way Coming from the hood jail or d**h is the only getaway You already locked up, options is limited thinking to yaself Would you be able to finish it Find the nearest wall then put your back to it, sh** is gonna change but you just gotta adapt to it. ni**a Yea SOMEHOW SOME WAY