Текст песни Cuzzi's Revenge - Jazz Cartier

C'mon, yea
Huh, yea
Yea
Cruisin'
Wild, yea

If you ain't know, you better know
Stuck in the bottom, shaking up the globe
Prince of the city, coming for the town
In undercover, tryna cover Vogue
Coming from the cold, you know how it goes

This for the niggas that hated, man
This for the days in that mini van
This for the days could've moved to Chicago, instead I went back to Toronto
And changed the whole city, you really can't do what I did

Babies fly once they jump out the crib
Hit you like Tyson with blows to the rib
Second guessing like I know I'm the shit (the shit)
Made me some millions it wasn't enough
Had to black on the label 'cause they wasn't cutting it
We had that raw on my side, you was cutting it
You had your time but your reign wasn't cutting it

Used to get checks from the government
Now I get cheques and got taxed from the government
Understand, I did not come here to play with you boys
Waving they guns and raising they voice
Soft in the middle, they brittle and moist
Kill or be killed, I don't got a choice
Jacuzzi is back, so kill all the noise

I got a list (I got a list)
I got a list
People to hit
Niggas that stay on my dick
I got a list (I got a list)
Just in case I forget
Ain't a fool for the tricks

I got a list (I got a list)
I got a list
People to hit
Niggas that stay on my dick
I got a list
Just in case I forget
'Cause I don't miss niggas, I gave you nothing to miss

Where did he go?
Did he jump in? (Jump, jump in)

Where did he go?