Nick Nyce

Dialogue ...

[Verse 1 - Lil' Fame]
Fame, bitch out on the East coast, I'm (ultra), the flow is magnetic
And y'all prosthetic
Don't sleep cause I'm jumbo ho, I got a hook like Lennox
You get your ass with splitted
The fuck up, like J. Lo and Ben Affleck-etic
And I ain't athletic (uh uh)
I bring it to your front door like FedEx
Drop two shots off (pep, pep)
Too many killers in the house, take a day off
Everybody's a baller, what the fuck is it, the playoffs?
Naw n***a (uh uh), this is "New Jack City" (YEAH)
Gritty (YEAH), grimey (YEAH), fo really (YEAH)
It's Fizzy, (Fizzy, Fizzy)
You know there's killers in the house (), I got Brooklyn with
Me
So chill, or they gon' put yo ass on chilly
That's how the homies get down, you feel me?
Cause we just

Hook]
Fell fast as soon as I met her
Now we're homies and everytime it's ended, I get to message, get to message Kelsey, Message Kelsey, and make some music with miss Bennett

[Jadakiss - talking behind Hook] (Lil' Fame)
(Yeah!)
(OH!)
A haha
Yeah
Okay
Uh
Haha!
Uh, yeah, yo

[Verse 2 - Jadakiss]
Bullets, gun smoke and cocaine residue
Leave me the fuck alone, that's what you better do
Funerals stay on schedule
And I don't even care about the charges, if they ain't federal
Get a call home, somethin happen
Big chrome clappin, way before ring tone rappin
Left homes with half his dome in a napkin
For sayin "what's poppin?", when he asked 'em "what's crackin?"
The O.G.'s is gettin money and relaxin
Some n***as front and some is lookin for action
But it's not the season, can't stop the heathen
Wearin all of this tight shit to stop the bleedin
Violate me, when you die, we even
When this rap well run dry, we thievin
Livin rich or livin poor
Still be livin raw as long as you know what I'm livin for, what?

[Hook]
Fell fast as soon as I met her
Now we're homies and everytime it's ended, I get to message, get to message Kelsey, Message Kelsey, and make some music with miss Bennett

[Verse 3 - Billy Danze]
You see me ease through the town homie, with two hands full of (GET
BACK!)
Them n***as spit raps, my n***as split racks
You overdue with your (GANGSTA!), when you hit tracks
Playin another n***a's hand, cause your shit whack
And if that Henny got you lookin at me wet
Like I'm a ho ass n***a, who never did it for my set
Double up the plate in your vest
Or fuck around and get your spine bone blown through your chest
Think of a low class n***a who's not gettin checks
With a military gun connect and no respect
That A.D.D. can only see above your neck
He (M.O.P.), real n***as hold the deck
And his name is embedded in the streets you fear
The projects is the boardroom (gangsta), I'm here
Yeah, y'all n***as confuse it with music
Your boy Bill'll lose it, the truth is (come on), homie is