Time's Up - Nate Dogg Lyrics - Kiss Of Death - Jadakiss

Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars 

Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God 

And it's hard just being the boss 

Being I can't go to jail 'cause them years will cost me 

Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me 

Rather just sit back and roll a Dutch 

Think how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch 

Think about how I'ma get the cocaine over customs 

Never underestimate niggaz or over trust them 

Uh, yeah them M's is right in my face 

I just gotta throw my timbs on and tighten my lace 

If it don't jam, the tech will spray 

When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray 

'Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle 

I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't shake the Devil 

Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what 

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The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over 

While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder 

A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on 

Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground 

I know how to get my pairs off me 

They can cry and die from high blood pressure 'cause tears are salty 

It's a symptom if you bobbin' your head 

Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip 

When I get it, you already know I'm throwin' them bricks 

Puttin' purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwin' them nicks 

That's right, homey, you can't move me 

I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies 

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All you shootin' is the breeze, a bootleg uzi 

I'm just waitin' on a queue like Suzie, don't lose me 

These penitentiary chances that I take 

Should be able to get the mansion by the lake 

But I invest my bread into something else 

Into something else that'll make something melt 

You just gotta feel the kid 

If not rap for the fact of how real he is, whatup 

The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over 

While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder 

A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on 

Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground 

Aiyo, niggaz know the champ is in here 

He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year 

And I just wanna rock for a century 

And then chase the book with the documentary 

If you can't do none other than flow 

Life's a bitch like the mother from blow, let's go 

Don't make me put your heart in your lap 

Fuck ridin' the beat nigga, I parallel park on the track 

Hop out lookin' crispy, fresh and new 

In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi blue 

And, I don't know you 

But I know a man becomes a man 

From all the shit that he go through 

Ya'll ain't fuckin' with Jason 

After I cash in, there's really no justification 

Of how I'm gonna change the game, so don't get outta line 

'Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up 

The time to talk is up so bring the heat, that time is over 

While you running your mouth, I'm creeping up over your shoulder 

A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on 

Call my bluff, start actin' up, and I'll leave you underground