Yo its jay-da-kisssssssssssss
  an another one
  uh huh
  jus' bring it to em'
  eh yo what up ma?
  
  *(latin woman)*
  aya poppy, give it to me baby
  (jerking noises)
  
  *(jay)*ahhhhh, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh!
  
  *(door opens)*
  
  *(gangsta)* nigga what the fuck u doin!
  
  *(jada)*na yo what up, na it ain't like that homie
  
  *(gangsta)*what tha fuck u mean it ain't like that?
  (gunshots)
  
  *(jada)*thats what the fuck i mean nig
  
  yo yo yo yo
  emcee's catch cold feet when i hold heat
  creap to a low beat and kay slay like street sweep
  albums of 2000 poundin' muthafuckas like no more public housin'
  jada levelin' niggas to the groundin'
  buckin' in your spouse'n
  bringin' drama like osama and breakin' up thousands
  fuck the game
  the game wants us
  we clip so hard souls of our enemy's taunt us
  to pull more triggers fuckit
  i grab my gunz and buck'it
  like nas u gotta love'it when i touch it
  on the mic jada flow toughest
  remember that
  
  *(girls singing)*
  
  jada jada jada kiss
  where have u been and what is this?
  how many times have i told ya i'm not ya bitch
  if u like flirting with death, then here, go slit your wrists
  
  *(jadakiss)*
  
  bitch, fuck you.