Nas, Jadakiss - Show Discipline lyrics

Yo uh
Uh huh uh, yo, yo, yo, yo, ayo

Never will it stop
Handguns with double digit shots
I move work on other niggas blocks
Leave out the club with
A another niggas watch
Body that man and let other niggas watch
Only thing worse than a coward
Is a coward with power
Gotta kill him in the shower
Our beats is knockin', hooks is rare
I earned my spot, nobody ain't put me here
Burnt my block
I had a fiend cookin' with beer
Like the Bobby Womack of crack
Might see me in the burgundy thing
Or the black on black
Matter fact, go get your chrome
'cause I'd rather be
Broke together than rich alone
Clappin' 'em down, backin' 'em down (Uh)
Fuck what ever happened before
I'm what's happenin' now

Now gangstas live, gangstas die
Grab your guns, soldiers ride
(Show discipline, nigga)
Kill your moms, kill your pops
Kill your seed, kill your girl
(It's principle, nigga)
Sell your crack, sell your coke
Sell your E, sell your smoke
(You hustlin', nigga)
Grab your nine, grab your pound
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Grab your TEC, grab your pump
(Uh, uh, you bustin' at niggas, what? Uh, uh)

We Bravehearted
I had bitches try to poison me
Niggas who killed loyalty
Set me up, vested up, I move accordingly
I ducked icepicks and nightsticks
By cops who rookies
Hard to be righteous when life
Can just stop for pussy
Niggas killin' over hoes
Guns concealed in their clothes
Bodies at funerals, touch 'em
They feel like they froze
Speech totally calm
Holdin' dead rappers dome in my palm
Burnin' flag, plus it's on the Quran
This on the Bible plus America
Cussin' at every car that's drivin'
Holdin' a homeless sign and you focus
You know this Nas and
Prince of the globe leave no
Prints of the toast
Played with Ouija boards
Burned frankincense with a ghost
I learned to do good plus erase the evil
And do what it takes to keep
A smilin' face on my people (Uh, huh)
I was raised by the apes in
This dark creep show, but, yo

Gangstas live, gangstas die
Grab your guns, soldiers ride
(Show discipline, nigga)
Kill your moms, kill your pops
Kill your seed, kill your girl
(It's principle, nigga)
Sell your crack, sell your coke
Sell your E, sell your smoke
(You hustlin', nigga)
Grab your nine, grab your pound (Yo, yo)
Grab your TEC, grab your pump
(Yo, yo, yo, yo, you bustin' at niggas
What?)

Think about when I splatter your mask (yeah)
My niggas is happy, your momma is sad
If your niggas is riders, the drama'll last
If your niggas is snitches
The judge in my ass
And they said I'm too famous to run
So when I empty out this clip
I'm changin' the gun
The realer the beef, the longer the clip
Murder your mans, I'm gone in the mist
Caught his girl after dark
So we tore up the bitch
We ain't care 'cause the whore wasn't shit
Dog i ain't takin' a L or wastin' a shell
I bring the heat like I'm Satan hisself
Fuck if you hard, fuck if you soft
Long as you lost
Dick in the dirt, shit in your drawers
I'll make your grandmother get on the floor
Tie you up
Then beat you to a pulp, say this is a war
Fifth and a four, MAC and a pump
Act and I dump throw you out the window then
Act like you jumped

Now gangstas live, gangstas die
Grab your guns, soldiers ride
(Show discipline, nigga)
Kill your moms, kill your pops
Kill your seed, kill your girl
(It's principle, nigga)
Sell your crack, sell your coke
Sell your E, sell your smoke
(You hustlin', nigga)
Grab your nine, grab your pound
Grab your TEC, grab your pump
(You bustin' at niggas, what?)
Now gangstas live, gangstas die
Grab your guns, soldiers ride
(Show discipline, nigga)
Kill your moms, kill your pops
Kill your seed, kill your girl
(It's principle, nigga)
Sell your crack, sell your coke
Sell your E, sell your smoke
(You hustlin', nigga)
Grab your nine, grab your pound
Grab your TEC, grab your pump
(You bustin' at niggas, what?)