Jadakiss Inkredible Remix

[Rick Ross]

Trae I see you! Rose’ (In-Inkredible..)

You know what it is (Maybach Music)

My attitude is fuck it, house big as Publix

Shoppin is a pleasure, pinky ring a nugget

Niggaz like the ride, sip lean out the bucket

I lean to the side, white whip, Michael Douglas

Hard times, call for drastic measures

I call my dog, he bought a mac 11

Forty rounds hollerin WHERE THE YELLOW AT

Nigga dead serious, chopper with a shoulder strap

Microphone Michael Corleone, I know I’m wrong

The man up above love for me to sing them poems

So sing along, you know the song I sing

Bring them things along, I gotta feed the team

It’s ROSE! I need hundred bottles

Yellow bitches, all of ’em swallow

H-Town, nigga three-oh-five

I can move them packs, each and every night

[Trae Tha Truth]

Uhh, gyeah…

Triple black pan the mirror Phantom of the streets

Quarterbackin bricks on top of these glass cleats

All these stones around my neck and wrist part of the streets

Used to temper somethin in danger, now it’s part of my seats

I’m in the hood under surveillance buncha haters watchin

Couple choppers out for dinner, failin ain’t a option

Reclinable seats, invisible ceilings

Competition is murder, haters I’m killin

Fuck a money machine, I don’t count it I blow it

Bitch my money conceited, it look good when I throw it

I’m a asshole, therefore my temper is reckless

I’m the city of Houston, you can tell them it’s Texas

The king of the streets, somewhere deep with guerillas

Behind somethin that’s tinted, bitch you see the gorillas

These other niggaz yellin Truth, they only imitation

And when I see them it’s fuck ’em minus the penetration


Uh-huh… ah-hah!

Yeah, uhh

I’m gettin situated, I know you bitches hate it

I’m in a new Aston, the one Swiss created

I can’t give you a dime, but I can get you faded

Before you become a member you get initiated (uh-huh)

A lot of racks, big ice, heavy weapon

The hood still love me cause I never left them (uh-uh)

I distribute it (yeah) I get rid of it (yup)

It’s all comin back (uhh) every bit of it

I’m territorial, it’s your memorial (yeap)

And don’t feel bad, I’m talkin to all of you

This is real shit, and that’s nonsense (uh-huh)

I got AK’s (what?) I got Thompsons

I got investors (yeah) I get sponsors (uh)

They scared of the crew (scared) I’m with monsters (what?)

And ain’t nothin forsure but we touchin the raw (uh)

And they gotta let us in or we rushin the door