All For The Love

Lyrics

[Intro: Jadakiss] What's the deally, yo? I gotta squeeze the juice outta the headphones (Jadakiss...) Yeah (L.O.X.) Squeeze the juice outta the headphones Yo, yo, yo [Verse 1] When you think of me ,you think of a problem "Who? What? When?" and how you gonna solve 'em Automatic or revolving The K-I-double-S and, here's the lesson Most beams is infrared, but mines is fluorescent No matter where you go, I'ma spot you No matter how many people you put me in front of, I'ma rock you And if you try to be the hard top, I'ma drop you I got to, treat you like the clutch, and pop you Creep through in the 4-20 with your honey 'Cause you ain't nothin' but a playboy that turned bunny And the only the thing left to discuss is more money In these bullshit games, these chickens, try to run me Y'all know y'all can't touch us, I flow luscious It's so real I make her hop out, and get the Dutches I'm sittin' on a thousand birds, and I hide from the cameras (Why?) 'Cause a picture's worth a thousand words And y'all herbs, y'all get what y'all deserve Y'all do the catering while we just get served And you got some nerve for P.H.in' Jason Do you have any idea who you facin'? Just something about my shit, you'll never figure out It's too hot, burning my mouth, that's why I spit it out It must be real hard for y'all to listen And it's sad, niggas is too broke to pay attention [Chorus] Chillin', sittin' on about half a million And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealing Chillin', sittin' on about half a million And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealing [Verse 2] Ayo, niggas know the line of work, bulletproof designer shirt Rolling with a China doll, she'll be reminding y'all Don of the underworld, every block monitored, of course Jadakiss and L-O-X boss A pro 'cause I grow off the shit that I absorb You just another so-and-so, tryin' to flow, going broke You tryna buy property, set it up for growing coke Niggas making a movie, so I came to edit Wiping everybody out, right before the credits I'm a hard guy to get along with, get on a song with When shit be going right, I flip into the wrong shit The prime artist, expect me to rhyme hardest Slash con-artist, gonna get mine regardless I ain't even big and I size niggas up 'Cause they eyes give 'em up, look at 'em and see they butt I'm 22 with 10 in, so there that go You hear that flow that drove the underground wacko Ever since 12, I've been spittin' like tobacco Relax though, pop the tape, CD, and the wax, though They wonder how, but the thing about ours We open up 24 hours Niggas don't sleep or eat, so when they speak, it mean power So you should keep quiet, you a coward About to be laid out flat, and pushing up flowers [Chorus] Chillin', sittin' on about half a million And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealing Chillin', sittin' on about half a million And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealing