J, come on [Jadakiss] Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown And bitches always wanna hit me like I just came home But I still put the tools
for you Rusty pipes, can?t help calling for you too The brine is finer than wine but be careful not to drink too much ?Cause there are remains on the bottom
when my fuel kick you'll drop Hypes is trickin' on you Tell me where he at bitch and you'll get two rocks 'Cause when my tool click you'll pop Can't
what happened to him His family prayin' 'cause one day they might back into him With nothin' to lose, I walk through clutchin' my tools?' Ice-grill
everyone gossip 'bout, 'lesh kicked his ass I'm a hell of a nigga but niggas Including you fools, enough to abuse I pick up my tool I choose to use
got the capitalism blues ?Cause we?re capitalistic fools And we?re lucky if it stops at a recession I got the capitalism blues ?Cause our capitalistic tools
Sassy attitude and red bottom shoes, God, I'm mad at you I do think you're fierce and that you killing them of course With the features of an angel and the bottom
Cartridges surround you, but you ain't playin' Nintendo games Load 'em up and fill 'em up, to the top before you cock and aim Tryna get from the bottom
my anatomy, dwells another being Rooted in my cortex, a servant to its bidding Brutality now becomes my appetite Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool
hammer I'm no tool that you pound I'm not your blacktop for hopscotch So don't jump all over me I'm not the place where the dogs roam At the bottom
if you shoot that nigga and don't kill He will come back and return like Lalah Hathaway Aimin' for your skull, yeah, I'm flexin' on you that a way So if you pullin' a tool
right and plottin how to come up off the bottom Black stockings in our pockets and I pocket profits Fuck a school, I tuck a tool and start steppin First
there, but for the grace of God, go I It's kinda neat I wonder what it means I rock a jam for love, I quit my band for love I'll smack the chrome tool
ghetto, son of a gold miner City slicking, Carolinian standing out like Ming China A golden bull at heart though I moved around The balls bounced to the bottom
tall, yeah and bulletproof 10 feet tall, yeah and bulletproof You can live that way But it's hard to move It's a little maze, little true At the bottom
I swear you niggaz had no idea what my life was like Befo' the bright lights and a half a mil just to grab the mic Is it 'cause I came from the bottom
about Jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels Chorus [la the darkman] Yo, yo, dunn I'm felt Gun in my waist, tight belt New york streets hot, the bottom of my
dona??t follow me, follow my moves yunga??un dona??t follow me follow my moves yunga??un [Birdman] We from the bottom and we grind with tools make money