The Essence lyrics

by

Nina Sky


[Intro: Jadakiss]
AH-HA. Uh. Yeah. Know who it is. (I-I-Infantry, 1st Infantry)
Kiss of Death, motherf*cker (A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist)
Definitely the strongest sh*t on the shelf
Double R, D-Block (1st infantry)
Yeah, what, yo, yo...

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Listen, the thugs need it, hoes gon' use it
Me? I'm just a young n*gga that make old music
Uh, sh*t is real, I put the inf on the 4
Keep it wit' me 'cause possessions 9/10ths of the law
Here I am goin' all out again, doin' all that I can
Even had a daughter born outta sin
n*gga, I make pain cinematic
I spit dope and you been a addict; treat beef like jail
Summertime, somethin' big with the scope under the winter jacket
I use the winter tactics, and I know you tryin' to play the role
But bullets the wrong sh*t to interact wit'
I hurt the game, hurt ravines
Soon as you murk somethin' these n*ggas'll chirp Janine
Yeah, let 'em all c*ck ride, in my mansion with a bottle
Move a novel and the wall spin counter-clockwise
Might as well go on, go and see papi
'Cause n*ggas only know three words: "He shot me" (Uh)
That's why I be eyein' 'em down
No dap, no rap 'cause these n*ggas be wired for sound
But I still put a hole in a goon, Jada Montega
Still put a hole in a spoon, pay the bond later
Plenty ones, plenty guns, plenty ammo
Remember this: "Calmate", ''que te calmo'' mutha-f*ckas. What!
[Interlude: Jadakiss]
"Calamate" "que te calmo"
Know what that mean, huh? Calm down...before I calm you down!

[Verse 2: Styles P]
I don't wanna talk much
You gettin' hawked up and chopped up
Two guns up on your tour bus
Heard you got the cops wit'chu—that's a goddamn shame
The talk on your album, I thought you had a block wit'chu?
Couple n*ggas to pop wit'chu—you full of sh*t!
And the only thing you got is a couple n*ggas to drop wit'chu
Waiting for a n*gga...wit' a mouth like you
When they said you was the hottest, they meant out yo' crew
I'm the hardest in New York City
Think not? I got a Glock, Sheek Louch style, you walk wit me
You b*tch n*ggas will die leery
I keep the 9 in the 5 Series
Why don't you come work a 9-to-5 wit' me?
See, the bricks moved, the stick-ups pulled
I got the killers laying flat down in pickups too
Pop up and put a clip in your mug
Hate is different than love, it spread faster—is you gettin' me, cuz?
sh*t, let me explain, my brain is on a different wave
Everybody get it now—f*ck it, it's a different day
And suck my di*k when I ain't got sh*t to say
n*ggas think I'm dumb like I ain't put them bricks away
Prepared for the war, anxious to kill
Bang sh*t, swing sh*t, leave you shanked in the grill
I ain't give a f*ck then or now, when or how
How many n*ggas die? That depend on Styles
WHAT!
[Interlude: Sheek Louch]
And my nephew Alchemist...

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]
Ayo, I ain't seen nothing yet
n*ggas all threat—pus*y when they sober, thugs when they wet
What up, killer? n*gga, please, stop frontin'
You don't need a safe to hold 5 G's
My neck don't freeze and my wrist don't either
I don't need it—I just copped a house on a Visa
And I ain't go platinum, my first album was a teaser
Now they on my meat like ice in the freezer
Sheek Louch, I tell you that boy he's a
Problem—I take out blackheads like a tweezer
We'll discredit you homie and let the wolves eat you
We don't need to dump lead at you, homie
You either in or you out of it
'Cause I got a son now, and you f*ckin' up a lot of sh*t I gotta get
And I hate for this to get out of hand
To have to give it to a n*gga I played wit' in the sand
sh*t, the West Coast barely know the name of our band
That's why I spit enough heat to give a n*gga a tan
A'ight, I know you got mad cake—okay, n*gga, AND?
Sheek don't give a f*ck, I let my gut hang
You one day away from lipo and a face tuck
This that D-Block, Alchemist heat rock
Yo, I'm f*cked up man! P pass that blunt
Yo Busy, where my yak at, son?
f*ck that, I'm outta here
Let's go...
(R-r-r-reppin' ALC, you know what I'm sayin? 1st Infantry b*tch (b*tch b*tch))
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