Ya’ll Get Out (Nas and Jadakiss Diss) lyrics

[Intro: Freeway & Beanie Sigel]
n*ggas listen up, uh
(b*tch ass n*ggas)
b*tches listen up, uh
Ya n*ggas can't f*ck wit us
Haters listen up, uh
Burn that n*gga free!
Yo

[Verse 1: Freeway & Beanie Sigel]
Nasty Nas ain't ridin' on a Freeway (Hanh)
Hell no, we bang out on a freeway, crash on a freeway
On his way to Hov, he die before he see Jay
On my way to platinum hata, who gon' stop me?
I got the cops locked, who gon' lock me?
I got the block lock, eye on poppy
I got poppy lock, V on Manny
Manny is poppy, a lobby lock, Nas on his way
Pulled a shotty out, he p*ss in his loby
Be on my way, buckshots stuck in his body
p*ss up his lay, f*ck cops, park in a alley, chill up his way
Ya'll n*ggas ain't built for these soldiers (Yep)
Roc-A-Fella heat holders, put a shell in each shoulder, f*ck up a day
Nas is like, a b*tch, put the Mac (b*tch!) to his belly
Ain't been dissed like this since Makaveli
N nowaday n*gga
Your rappin' is way worsen then ya actin' in Belly
I'm upset
[Chorus: Freeway & Beanie Sigel]
(We upset n*ggas)
We move out, we move out then
Y'all get out
Get put out there
Wit ya thongs on
And ya girl clothes
It's a man's world, sing along hoes
We move out, we move out then
Y'all get out
Get put out there
Wit ya thongs on
And ya girl clothes

[Verse 2: Freeway & Beanie Sigel]
By the way
I came from the block and I'm bringin' the block wit me
And I came by myself, but I'm bringin' ya b*tch wit me
Pop wit me (Wit me), extra clip wit me, 50 shots (Wit me) wit me
Cause n*ggas wanna get (Ah) at me, haters (Ah) hop wit me (Ah)
f*ck it, I'll treat y'all like Pac and diss y'all all
And still sell seven million inshallah (In [?])
Free Oswald, scope you from the buildin', hit (Muslim!) y'all car
Or O.J. Free, stab you up then get off (Uh)
You won't play me, ya Caddy truck top lift off (Uh)
When shots from the Roc rip off
Won't be like the movie, hit you then hit your barber
Freeway play wit uzis, extra cartlege (Uh)
Take all your groupies
I'm the talk around town in the hooptie, f*ck a Aston Martin and
([?]) Wherever you stop, my Glocks like New York lots
Muthaf*cka (No I don't like none of [?]) make you pay for parkin'
I'm upset
[Chorus: Freeway & Beanie Sigel]
(We upset in this motherf*cker)
We move out, we move out then ([?])
Y'all get out
Get put out there (Huh)
Wit ya thongs on
And ya girl clothes
It's a man's world, sing along hoes (Sing along hoes)
We move out, we move out then
Y'all get out
Get put out there
Wit ya thongs on
And ya girl clothes
Ain't forget you

[Verse 3: Freeway & Beanie Sigel]
I'm on my way to Yonkers to see this prick
He talkin' sh*t on his records like he got clips
I'ma see where he at when he see this 5th
I don't know what he been told
But. Free. Gon'. Kill any and everybody that's dissin' and everybody I'm hittin' they either got Ice. Or. Doe
n*gga that's money and chains, change your jewelry, foreign exchange and that's just. Be. Cause, my hands foreign and ya chains leavin', don't give me a reason because if. You. Do
Then you won't be leavin'
Toni Braxton style, won't be breathin', uh
n*ggas wanna hate on the kid
So I S-K, half of they face off, f*ck up they looks
Was pullin' brick tape off
All them days that you thought I was stuck in the grill
I had my n*gga wit me, plan on my mind
Trigga wit me hand on my nine, don't tangle wit me
Kris Kross angles wit me, temper wit me, here come the pain
Go tell ya mom "this n*gga hit me
Because I Kris Kross angles wit him"
Unless beef is a rhyme, so I dead that, seek and you'll find
Freeway in the hood where the bread at
Slicin' of the loaf, slice into dimes, knife to your throat
Like it or not but that's how we do in the county
I bring a county to ya strip if you tangle wit mines
Go cop a [?], ya phone time stripped, cause I own my strip
n*gga's nineteen just start carryin' nines
Riffle and Jenny's
I pack gats that shoot threw ya bricks and ya light pole fixturin' and hit you and give you liposuction, n*gga the rif-O sickin', n*ggas rappin' ain't about no dumpin', this n*gga Kiss got a lightbulb missin'
Clap off, rhino somethin'
Clap all night glow vision
You better not shout (Shout)
You better not pout (Pout)
You better not cry when the riffle dumpin'
Free come into town 'bout to light that b*tch up