Something Else (Remix) Lyrics - Jadakiss

Artist: Jadakiss (feat. AP, Blood Raw, Boo Rossini, Bully, Fiend, Snyp Life, Young Jeezy)

Album: The Last Kiss (2009)

[Intro: Jadakiss (Fiend)]

(Uhh) Definitely what they been waitin for (you already KNOW, yeah)

At least a certain percentage of the world (uh-huh)

Anyway (hahahaha)

Can I talk my shit? (talk that shit)

Sure I can (talk that shit, talk that shit)

Cause ain't nobody gon' do nothin about it anyway... a-ha-HAHHHH!

(Talk that shit, talk that shit, Jada talk that SHIT, ohh!)

You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin else!)

Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin else!)

Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin else!)

The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin else!)

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]

Yo, you know I love to style on ya, blue 40-caliber

Butterfly doors on the triple black challenger

And I'm still in and out, got it so I'm spendin out

Dope boy, so I never have a problem in a drought

Don't take, too much work if you can't manage that

Just in case you run out of empties, use sandwich bags

Play with the hand you was dealt

That's why I ride the track 'til it melt

I could care less how you feel, how you felt

I done spent niggaz rent money on belts

Threesomes in the trunk, I'm fuckin for the wealth

And the hood ask about me, I'm somethin else

[Chorus: Jadakiss (Fiend)]

You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin else!)

Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin else!)

Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin else!)

The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin else!)

Still representin the block (I'm somethin else!)

And you ain't got to tell me I'm hot (I'm somethin else!)

I'm exactly what they not (I'm somethin else!)

Hahh (I'm somethin else!) AH-HAHHH! (I'm somethin else!)

[Young Jeezy - over Chorus]

C.T.E. nigga... yeah!

Yeah! Let's go

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]

I ain't even did nothin, feelin like I'm traffickin

See these blood diamonds, sir, my chain African

Speakin of my chain, yeah it need to get a job

Get the fuck up off my neck, Senator Barack

Whatever that you do, look, don't get caught

That stash get low, ya ass might get bought

Okay I'm over it, let's talk about somethin else

I said I'm over it, I think I bought somethin else

That's why I live e'ry day (day) like a thug holiday

+Suffocate+ a nigga about mines - J. Holiday

Quick to make a movie 'bout my Doc Holiday

It's why I'm strapped 365, even holidays, yeah!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: AP]

Yeah... I'm somethin else with myself they say

WWF, push that featherweight

Big boy toys, of course the shoe's right

See the 22's reflect from the moonlight?

Barry White, or Walter Cronkite?

Couple cold words when you talk 'bout birds

You ain't talkin 'bout green, you ain't talkin 'bout me

[phone rings] Hold up, this your bitch on my caller ID

[Verse 4: Blood Raw]

You could tell I'm somethin else, pussy nigga do the math

Just look at me nigga; you can't tell I got cash?

Got together so fruity, 26 inches

(Girl, ain't that Blood Raw?) You can't tell I got bitches?

I'm a three summer soul survivor

Tell me have you ever met a nigga that's real as the bible?

You could tell I'm addicted to paper

And if it ain't my clique I'm like Maino, FUCK YOU HATERS!

[Chorus]

[Verse 5: Boo Rossini]

Yo, aiyyo

Any situation involvin paper I'm all in

Pull up on your block, old school sittin on all rims

Still keep them semis on deck in case I'm tested

And gotta do a nigga dirty, turn him to a mess quick

Chest all hangin out, everybody screamin out

I grew up in a house, where damn near e'rybody fiendin

So don't ask, why I hold me the pen on my fuckin self

If I pop through and you come back I'ma hit you with somethin else

[Verse 6: Snyp Life]

I'm somethin else the way I come off, bars that make 'em run off

Rippin up his back but the strap'll tear your front off

Neck slump and run through your boss, he tried to jump off

It's D-Block, we treat every town just like it's New York (D-Block!)

Cross the whole game like my verses do the track

Push the pen like a pack and let it work through the trap (Snyp!)

Get your roof cut, ace hit by shooter's that'll spray shit

And if it ain't the ruger shit'll melt you and your face split

[Verse 7: Bully]

Okay, Bully bitch!

Uhh, I'm somethin else, run through niggaz like Phelps

D-Block's next generation explains itself (D-Block!)

You don't wanna FUCK with Bully the don-dada

Name ring bells in the hood, a known shotter

You gets nada when it comes to my ricotta

Fresh Levi's, black V-necks and Pradas

I'm a problem for niggaz if nothin else

Control, substitute or police, I'm somethin else

[Chorus]