Jason - Jadakiss, Swizz Beatz

You got me feeling like I ain’t winning

I’m starting from the beginning

Like I go Forrest, go Forrest

I make so much fucking money, yeah I go Forrest

These rims ain’t for sale, bitch

This whip ain’t for sale, bitch

And this Cuban ain’t for sale, bitch

I been on the fucking boat like a sail bitch

500 feet on the fucking water

Ten fucking karats for my baby daughter

You come through boy, place your order

I got some niggas that’ll meet you at the fucking border

I got my hoodie and my mask on

I got my gun and my blast on

(Don't shoot please, can’t breathe

Officer don’t shoot, can’t breathe)

HA-HAAAEEH!

Yo

I’m just one of the five, I’m just one with the vibes

Even niggas is jealous so they just want you to die

They don’t want you to rise, they just want you demise

So I be crossing my T’s and I be dotting my I’s

You on the opposite side, shots gonna fly

Best part about it, I can stay right up in Yonkers and hide

Keep a gun in the door, that’s all in the ride

'Til my niggas come home, free all of the guys

This shit is all a facade, thought it was all a surprise

I heard of the stories, seen all of the lies

Long as the work is official, and the corner supplied

At the end of the day niggas, we gonna survive, what?

(Don't shoot please, can’t breathe

Officer don’t shoot, can’t breathe)

I got my hoodie and my mask on

I got my gun and my blast on

(Don't shoot please, can’t breathe

Officer don’t shoot, can’t breathe)

I’m just one of the five, I’m just one with the vibes

Can’t figure it out or they don’t wanna decide

In the gutter replying, mic flooded with dimes

Since you asked, I’ma hit you with the butt of the nine

Bullets soaking in pine, let 'em open your spine

Use your brain a little, my nigga open your mind

If you ain’t in the circle, for a square I get you line

I know niggas is telling, I don’t care about the time

Yeah I got weed on me, I don’t care about the fine

From a hood where niggas don’t give a fuck by design (Y.O.)

Yeah, it’s real life, it’s not a rhyme

And remember, if you don’t get caught it’s not a crime, like

(Don't shoot please, can’t breathe

Officer don’t shoot, can’t breathe)

I got my hoodie and my mask on

I got my gun and my blast on

(Don't shoot please, can’t breathe

Officer don’t shoot, can’t breathe)