NY Time - DJ Dephtone, Jadakiss

Yeah, niggas!

Hahahahaaa!

So this is what it all boils down to huh?

Huh?!

This is what it’s comes to huh?

Huh?!

Playoffs?!

Yo, Poobs (Yeah)

Fuck that, we back baby

(Hahaaaa)

I ain’t ask you to fear it

Mandatory you think about it after you hear it

And it’s the evil that’s gon' make you have to compare it

You know me, I swing back through and see who got hit after I air it

But it ain’t about shit

Niggas mumble about my outfits

But I’m humble, I keep my mouth shut

Lacin' 'em well, it was destined for Jason to sell

I could make you a reservation to hell

Then blow you out of the water

I’m out of your order

Me verse any rapper is slaughter

Somethin' like a poet and a author

The only difference is that I make slick talk wit' pain & torture

One false move’ll cost ya

These lames’ll cross ya

Don’t let the game extort ya

Try to learn from what the game has taught ya

I’m the author of slick talk, pain & torture

One false move’ll cost ya

These lames’ll cross ya

Don’t let the game extort ya

Try to learn from what the game has taught ya

I’m the author of slick talk, pain & torture

Yo, I’ma take the responsibility for bringin' it back

They rappin' wit hostility meanin' they wack

But then again I feel 'em

Knowin' that they up against a nigga just like myself that’ll kill 'em

Gotta spend a buck at the dealer for suede ceilings

Lotta bodies drop because of betrayed feelings

What other rappers you know made it and stayed dealin'?

Smart niggas just fell back and they saved millions

These are pedestrian bars for the civilians

Shoes is Italian, handgun Brazilian

Open it up and see what Kiss brought cha

Slick talk, pain & torture

One false move’ll cost ya

These lames’ll cross ya

Don’t let the game extort ya

Try to learn from what the game has taught ya

I’m the author of slick talk, pain & torture

One false move’ll cost ya

These lames’ll cross ya

Don’t let the game extort ya

Try to learn from what the game has taught ya

I’m the author of slick talk, pain & torture

Yo, I flip words around sorta like birds and pounds

Rub shoulders in the industry wit' nerds and clowns

Give it to whoeva deserve the rounds

Hollow tips move organs and nerves around

Get money, fuck riffin'

I’m definitely cut different, I twist hunnies, puff piff in

Get my insight from a O.G.

wit' a good job and all that but he loves sniffin'

Shit talker, Playboy British Walker

Rappers be home like, «God, please get 'em off us»

After the sunshine it gets darker

Yeah, slick talk, pain & torture

One false move’ll cost ya

These lames’ll cross ya

Don’t let the game extort ya

Try to learn from what the game has taught ya

I’m the author of slick talk, pain & torture

One false move’ll cost ya

These lames’ll cross ya

Don’t let the game extort ya

Try to learn from what the game has taught ya

I’m the author of slick talk, pain & torture