Something Else - Jadakiss, Young Jeezy

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 niggas rent money on belts

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

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

+ (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!)

C.T.E.

nigga… yeah!

Yeah!

Let’s go

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, sell dope or rob

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 mine, Doc Holliday

Work strapped up 365, even holidays, yeah!

Yo, it hurts cause they know that I’m better, and they hate it

They came in with my whole style, and they made it

The dope boys love me in the hood, I’m they favorite

In the jails, niggas is makin bets I’mma say shit

Hands-on with certified G’s

Have your whole family missin for 35 G’s, please

I perfected my craft from a different aspect

So the bars is lethal and the voice is a asset

And as far as the people, they ain’t finish the class yet

I’m beyond these feeble-mind rappers that half step

I don’t carve the way, for these niggas like Aztecs

I touch souls, somethin’s felt;

yeah, I’m somethin else