Jealousy - Dj Kay Slay, Busta Rhymes, The Game

It’s DJ Kay Slay the drama king

And this is what happens when you put 3 lyricists on one record

That’s right, I said lyricists, not rappers

And for you haters out there, pay attention

(Jealousy's a motherfucker) Better go

You don’t want no problem, you don’t wanna mess with it

How I put it down then make 'em come around, niggas already be knowing how I be

the best with it

How I step all up in the spot every time you see a nigga fresh step with a

little fresh fitted

Bust every bottle in the building and I fuck shit up

I got 'em whilin' till a nigga know he finished

(You weak jealous motherfuckers) You see them gather closer

Pretty white bitches be linin' up like bricks of coca

Make it bounce, stretch and spread yo' ass, yoga

Bangin' on niggas untill we probably break a shoulder

I don’t ever give a fuck what it cost, see, the money I’ma toss

Make way homie, see we coming through a little bit

Illiterate, but you know you fuckin' with a boss

Yeah we takin' all the small countries where they don’t know us like «Yo,

who that?»

While we go and hit 'em with the shit that make 'em wanna raise up, uh-uh,

don’t do that

Tired of telling niggas when you know exactly what I’m on

Get this bread, bakery, cake up little nigga then I’m gone

Y’all see the way we gotta black out every time I beat 'em in the head till the

nigga run along like balalala

You can lose your life if you a jealous nigga

Fuck up jealous niggas

Me bitch better, me whip wetter

Me neck shine, me wrist blow

You can lose your life

Hit a lick, rockin' the hip, hopin' to get hot when a nigga spit

Probably when the women get on me, talkin' the dick

Often the bitch drop when I rip

Niggas be jelly, they go through her cellie

And see her tell me she left shit in my telly

It’s hurtin' his belly like bad meat at the deli

I have heat in my pelly pelly for the fuckboys

Make a nigga have to snuff boys, make enough noise

To make everyone drop when I bust toys when they suck soy

I’m gonna get my paper no matter what

Hateful fakers don’t got enough, they goin' a nut

Get a fo'-fo' with ya ganja holdin' my do' in the cut

Play no games and I ain’t no dame so I aim for pain

I’ma drain yo' brain when that thang go bang

Like I’m Django, man, and my aim goes bang

When I’m faced with jealousy, all the states throw mail at me

So it’s making you march, wanna yell at me

When I react they call up Penelope’s

Bitch ass, trick ass, sniff ass, ho

Just 'cause I get cash when I spit fast, now his ass low

Go get a sick pass and a bitch badge 'cause you get mad, bro

You 'bout to get flagged and you wondering if it’s riff raff, no nigga

You can lose your life if you a jealous nigga

Fuck up jealous niggas

Me bitch better, me whip wetter

Me neck shine, me wrist blow

You can lose your life

I knew a couple niggas that I used to run with

Have fun with, get funds with

Shit get low, I had to bust a couple guns wet

Squad fell apart all over one bitch

Leave it to my nigga Ty to do some dumb shit

My Uzi weigh a ton shit

Run up in a nigga crib with the fire you can light a blunt with

Hollow tips in your belly, time to shit

'Bout my paper, neighbor, fly nigga, aviator

Walk out the crib, nigga heated like a radiator

Bet I kill a nigga if he wanna die right now

Actin' like a recoverin' fiend, nigga, pipe down

He was gangsta yesterday, he believe in Christ now

Scope on you, no mouthwash, you in my sight now

If I don’t get a call from Slay, somebody dyin'

Like 9−7, you hard pressed, get the iron

Yo Slay fuck these niggas dawg

You can lose your life if you a jealous nigga

Fuck up jealous niggas

Me bitch better, me whip wetter

Me neck shine, me wrist blow

You can lose your life

Nigga be on some real Compton shit, nigga be out in New York doing whatever the

fuck he wanna do.

I’m just a thorough nigga, five borough nigga,

project nigga from the Westside of Compton, you know what it is.

L.A.

, that’s my shit, New York

(You can lose your life)