Air It Out - Album Version (Explicit)

Air It Out - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics

Song	Air It Out - Album Version (Explicit)
Artist	Jadakiss
Album	Kiss Of Death
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	Work with me,
	I wanna thank y'all for comin' out tonight
	This is some real shit
	Uh, huh first things first
	When a nigga 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, sprint jerkin' em
	And his baby moms startin' to do her thing again
	She left him for a nigga pumpin'
	E up in Bengalton
	If his money was right, than maybe he could diss her
	But he can't, and niggas is breakin' his little sister
	His pops just passed
	His mom use to be an occasional sniffer
	Then she started fuckin' with the glass
	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 a sting next thing
	I knowMoney 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 nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga 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
	Fuck hot that's humidity
	And you can’t mix money with stupidity
	Even though
	I get my coke from
	ColumbiaMy cars from
	GermanyAnd my guns from
	SicilyNothin' personal but
	I was raised different
	Hold my joint sideways so
	I blaze different
	Give it to anybody fuck an age difference
	From niggaz in the world to those in the ca [unverified]
	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 spiritual
	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'
	Cause when
	I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe
	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 road with the precinct
	Had it up to here with this fake shit
	They don’t even want a nigga to earn his
	Just give and take shit
	Just make sure you mention my name in da top brackets
	And make sure they mention your name as the top faggot
	Trust me this go around
	I will not have it
	I'm puttin' niggas heads to bed like craftmatics
	How you think your man died
	More money than respect
	And it wasn’t close it was by a landslide
	Listen my nigga your work is sloppy
	And I don’t love them hoes but the purple got me
	If I don’t do it with music
	I'mma do it wit poppy
	Just play the sideline and observe and watch me, let’s go'
	Cause when
	I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe

	Work with me,
	I wanna thank y' all for comin' out tonight
	This is some real shit
	Uh, huh first things first
	When a nigga 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, sprint jerkin' em
	And his baby moms startin' to do her thing again
	She left him for a nigga pumpin'
	E up in Bengalton
	If his money was right, than maybe he could diss her
	But he can' t, and niggas is breakin' his little sister
	His pops just passed
	His mom use to be an occasional sniffer
	Then she started fuckin' with the glass
	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 a sting next thing
	I knowMoney 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 nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga 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
	Fuck hot that' s humidity
	And you can' t mix money with stupidity
	Even though
	I get my coke from
	ColumbiaMy cars from
	GermanyAnd my guns from
	SicilyNothin' personal but
	I was raised different
	Hold my joint sideways so
	I blaze different
	Give it to anybody fuck an age difference
	From niggaz in the world to those in the ca unverified
	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 spiritual
	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'
	Cause when
	I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe
	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 road with the precinct
	Had it up to here with this fake shit
	They don' t even want a nigga to earn his
	Just give and take shit
	Just make sure you mention my name in da top brackets
	And make sure they mention your name as the top faggot
	Trust me this go around
	I will not have it
	I' m puttin' niggas heads to bed like craftmatics
	How you think your man died
	More money than respect
	And it wasn' t close it was by a landslide
	Listen my nigga your work is sloppy
	And I don' t love them hoes but the purple got me
	If I don' t do it with music
	I' mma do it wit poppy
	Just play the sideline and observe and watch me, let' s go'
	Cause when
	I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe

	Work with me,
	I wanna thank y' all for comin' out tonight
	This is some real shit
	Uh, huh first things first
	When a nigga 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, sprint jerkin' em
	And his baby moms startin' to do her thing again
	She left him for a nigga pumpin'
	E up in Bengalton
	If his money was right, than maybe he could diss her
	But he can' t, and niggas is breakin' his little sister
	His pops just passed
	His mom use to be an occasional sniffer
	Then she started fuckin' with the glass
	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 a sting next thing
	I knowMoney 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 nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga 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
	Fuck hot that' s humidity
	And you can' t mix money with stupidity
	Even though
	I get my coke from
	ColumbiaMy cars from
	GermanyAnd my guns from
	SicilyNothin' personal but
	I was raised different
	Hold my joint sideways so
	I blaze different
	Give it to anybody fuck an age difference
	From niggaz in the world to those in the ca unverified
	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 spiritual
	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'
	Cause when
	I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe
	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 road with the precinct
	Had it up to here with this fake shit
	They don' t even want a nigga to earn his
	Just give and take shit
	Just make sure you mention my name in da top brackets
	And make sure they mention your name as the top faggot
	Trust me this go around
	I will not have it
	I' m puttin' niggas heads to bed like craftmatics
	How you think your man died
	More money than respect
	And it wasn' t close it was by a landslide
	Listen my nigga your work is sloppy
	And I don' t love them hoes but the purple got me
	If I don' t do it with music
	I' mma do it wit poppy
	Just play the sideline and observe and watch me, let' s go'
	Cause when
	I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
	When I come through clear it out
	Play the sideline and observe

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