Heads Up

(álbum: Fire And Glory - 2005)

[Intro]
Yeah, it's Mr. Kardinal
Yeah, Black Jays! Oh what?

[Verse]
Yo, all the shucking and jiving is over
I'm the chosen soldier, cold shoulder
Your home boys told ya, flip your flows
I fold, you can fertilize with the BS they sold ya
I need papers for the style that I loaned ya
Everybody's talking about they getting busy, why don't ya?
Weak players in the game steady getting over
I'm one of a kind, like side gills on a Rover
First name Jay, but ain't similar to Hova
My buzz is like rum mixed with Coca Cola
My shine is incredible, versus a solar
I'm sick like a seven-day-strain of Ebola
I'm here! Yeah, nigga!

[Hook x2]
(One more time)
No doubt, when we on the block
Because my niggas came ready to rock, boy

[Verse]
Step heavy like a lion through the jungle
I'm lying if I told you that I wasn't raised humble
I'm trying, but I stumble, I try not to mumble
So you can hear it loud stupid (Let's get ready to rumble)
I'll serve you son, like I'm supposed to
The only way I'm bi, is when I'm flying bicoastal
Or buying fly wears, Nike Airs like most do
I'm hotter, than the hotter, than the hotter, I'll roast you
Got a good habit of doing what you won't do
Stop playing girl, you know I ain't phoned you
Check one of them suckers, you know that they want you
I'm loco with the vocals, most dudes just local
I'm here! Yeah, nigga!

[Hook x2]

[Verse]
Yo, rudeboys move in silence
Don't want to hustle until they hear sirens
I'm trying to be inspiring
But my 6'4", 220 has a lot of them kids perspiring
'Nuff dudes firing, too many getting shot
So swallow your pride nigga, check whoever is hiring
The paper gangstas is who I'm admiring
Those who get paper alive, and still smiling
Y'all stay wilding, I'm trying to go the mile and
I'm rough enough to break New York from Long Island
If you a big man, why you acting like a child?
Pick up the pace, and put down the crack vial
I'm here! Yeah, nigga!

[Hook x2]