Air It Out (Album Version|Explicit)-Jadakiss

　　　 Artist：jadakiss Songs Title：air it out Work wit me I wanna thank y'all fa comin out Tonight Dis iz sum reel' sh*t Ah--hah First things first When a ni**a money ain't right That makes things worst Now he's just breathing he can barely manage And he's way past starvin He's really famished His right-hand man is up north, that's hurtin em His cellphone bout to cut off, spring jerkin em And his baby moms startin to do her thing again She left him for a ni**a pumpin e up in Binghamton If his money is right than maybe he can diss her But he can't, and niggas is breakin his little sister His pops just past His mom use to be an occasional sniffer Then she started f**kin with the gas Dude use to be a star back then He had the benz CL something But he just turned his car back in Mad carrots pawned all his rings Took this thing next thing I know Money pawned all his bling Now he just like everybody With the same old plans That can't get over the hump With the same old grams They was on the block making fun of him He slid off came back with his hammer and killed everyone of em Cause when I come through clear it out, Play the sideline and observe how a real ni**a air it out When I come through clear it out, Play the sideline and observe how a real ni**a air it out When I come through clear it out, Play the sideline and observe how a real ni**a air it out When i come through clear it out Play the sideline and observe Me and B.I go man to man I know niggas with an asshole Full of parole that go hand in hand F**k hot that's humidity And you can't mix money with stupidity Even though I get my coke from Columbia My cars from Germany And my guns from Sicily Nothin personal but I was raised different Hold my joint sideways so I blaze different Give it to anybody f**k an age difference From those in the world to those in the ca**** Rub the kite on your chest and swallow the stamp At the end of the day they still gonna follow the champ It ain't about being lyrical Cause when I get in the booth I make miracles and I ain't stared at you But I'm in tune with the hood so I'm better than you And when you see me comin you know what is better to do Can't lie all I got is my balls and my vocals And the only security I roll wit is my social It don't look decent It's like niggas left they crew in the hood And went on the rode with the presint Had it up to here with this fake sh*t They don't even want a ni**a to earn his Just give and take sh*t Just make sure you mention my name in da top brackets And make sure you mention your name as the top faggot Trust me this go around I will not have it I putin niggas heads to bed like crapmadics How you think your man died More money than respect And it wasn't close it was by a landslide Listen my ni**a your work is sloppy And I don't love them hoes but the purple got me If I don't don't do it with music imma do it wit poppy Just play the sideline and observe and watch me Let's go