[Jada]Load Up [Hook] Why can't you be man enough (ahahaha) to tell me where your coming from (oh oh) (yea where you at nigga?) (load up nigga) (whooo ahahaha) [Verse 1 = Jada] Yo, can't really figure this clown out where is he from Jamaca, Queens, Cali or down south? (where you from?) and i could let an LA gun hit 'em but Grape Street already told me you pay 'em to run wit' 'em (?) i could let a New York knife poke 'em with 1 of my throw aways but i don't wanna see no cops smoke 'em uh somebody tell Pa we ridin' (we ridin') and get read to auction of the car he die in (Ebay) whenever we bump heads, since you like havin' people witchu getchu a hospital with bunk beds (hahaha) without Dr.Dre you would just make slow jams come up outta that witness protection program (??) Hov don't really respect you, get in ya place if Big was alive he'da probably spit in ya face Nas been doin' just fine without you (esco) and pac probably woulda made an album about you (yea) so i guess that just leaves me here to get rid of you and Rakim an 'em they don't even consider you (uh uh) Em know you aint got nothin' for jada (nothin') and i know he appreciates all the money you made 'em it's two thousand and 5 nobody fights fair (uh uh) i just know an instrumentals ya worse nightmare but you tough and you bad too bad you mad (yea) probably been in ya own hood more than you have (ok) yea you sold more records than me but in the streets you gon' always be second to me we was damn near feelin' you (uh huh) even though ya careers is based on somebody damn near killin' you shit you be doin' aint even considered rappin' to us (nah) this is probably the best thing to happen to us the best wanksta, internet gangsta, magazine mobster shit on ya whole roster (uh) get ready to say hail mary's and our fathers get out ya black suits and hard bottoms haha and don't worry i got 'em he aint a problem child just a child with a problem (D-Block ahaha) [Hook] (ahaha) Why can't you be man enough (we love it nigga) to tell me where your coming from (lets go) (0-5)(SP) [Verse 2 = Styles P] D-Block don't think it nigga (D-Block) take a piss in ya formula 50, drink it nigga get shot out the reeboks nigga got shot and aint shoot nothin' back, yous a biatch nigga (yous a bitch) if i woulda got shot on grandmas stoop i'd woulda aired somebody grandma duke, right? (ha) in the streets they say "50 who shot ya?" named 3 niggas soon as he came out the doctor (you told 'em)(come on) and you far from a gangsta nigga you was talkin' bout yaself when you made wanksta nigga (haha) listen, why work out cock guns on the DVD (why) run around with cops from homicide and TNT? (cops) nigga you can suck my dick come around without cops shits on you gon' get touched quick (you get touched) cuz i was at the vibe when it jumped off, put 50 grand up you pussy you aint even lift a hand up (you didn't do shit) ya man stabbed somethin', police grabbed somethin' but besides that i aint see nobody man up (??) shit what the plot is about? (what?) cuz you know that you don't need a dentist to get shot in the mouth (uh uh) and the hood hate ya shit but you hot in the south it's the crackas that buy the album whats the plottin about? (whats it about) many men make a wish but we aint many men (uh uh) so you gon' get death when we let them semis spit (what?) [Hook] Why can't you be man enough to tell me where your coming from...x2