None Of Y`all Betta Lyrics

None Of Y`all Betta lyrics

[Styles]

 It's sorta like the Holy Trinity...

 I'ma say...

 I say it's like three different guns you fuckin faggots

 Get shot three different ways

 Matter fact, make that six different ways

 Gun in each hand bitch 

 None of y'all betta

 [Primo scratch twice]-- Jadakiss-- "Aint none of y'all betta"

 If it is name it

 We'll squash you, ASAP, feel it

 

 All I know, niggas give me all my dough

 Like Boston George comin through with all my blow

 Right now I'm tryin to charter a jet

 Fuck this hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect

 Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans

 Come through the block tryin to screw up your plans

 Cuz I still rob niggas for coke

 Understand I'm the first one they call when they gettin the dope

 I'm the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath

 I'm the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast

 Like Pacino and DeNiro 'cept they call me Paniro

 Sad Styles still spin that arrow, fuck it

 Like the boss of New York, you know how I feel

 Kill a motherfucker cuz a corpse don't talk [no doubt]

 Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head

 If the bullets had legs have them run in your head, bitch

 

 [Primo scratches]--- Jadakiss- "aint none of y'all betta..."

 Sonja Blade- "what y'all know about..." Styles P- " put in my work..."

 Sheek- "on the block..."

 Jadakiss- "aint none if y'all betta..." Styles P- "but you know it's all
real..."

 Tef and Billy Danze- "Is it real? Yeah son!"

 Jadakiss- "aint none of y'all betta..." Sonja Blade- "what y'all know
about..."

 Styles P- "put in my work..." Sheek--- "on the block..."

 Jadakiss- "aint none of y'all betta..." Styles P- "bet you know it's all
real..."

 Tef and Billy Danze- "Is it real? Yeah son!"

 Jadakiss- "aint none of y'all betta..."

 

 [Sheek]

 Let's get it poppin my nigga

 Load the tech up and go shoppin my nigga

 and I don't mean the mall or no Gucci store

 You know what the fuck I want, bricks of raw

 and I'm too old to make less than a hundred a year

 If it means wavin the hammer and leavin you there

 If it means grabbin your kids out daycare

 Somebody losin a seed, pay or bleed

 It's Sheek Louch, I aint got no heart

 I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark

 I put 28 holes through the icy car

 Fuck around, like the God won't squeeze

 If I don't see the badge I'm clappin the D's

 LOX motherfucker, the OX motherfucker

 The reason why you shouldn't cop drops motherfucker

 Like it's something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what 

 

 [Primo scratches]

 

 [Jadakiss]

 Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex

 over the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice

 Runners love to pump the bomb

 They know no fair ones, now niggas'll jump they moms

 You god, minus the 12 disciples

 I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles

 If I don't like you, I'ma kill you not fight you

 I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do

 and everybody gon' follow me now

 Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown

 Faggots want you to kill 'em in a hurry

 It fucks me up, like they aint got no money to get buried

 You could flip, I'll survive m'kay, motherfucker

 In my block still doin twenty-five a day

 Know you work out, chest and your back all nice

 But the twelve gauge'll have your six pack on ice, what?

 

 [Primo scratches]