Jadakiss – “None Of Ya’ll Betta” (ft. Styles P & Sheek Louch) [Audio, Lyrics]

Throwback to “None Of Ya’ll Betta” by Jadakiss featuring Styles P & Sheek Louch. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Jadakiss None Of Ya’ll Betta

Despite the different tone, Premier is at the top of his game on this unsettling classic, blessing Jada, Styles, and Sheek with an eerie backdrop to spit violent gangsta rap bars. Styles P sets the tone from the jump, his verse clear validation of why he’s among the most formidable spitters in hip-hop. Sheek goes next, showing no mercy as he breaks down how a ransom plays out when he’s collecting a debt.

Jadakiss – None Of Ya’ll Betta (ft. Styles P & Sheek Louch) (prod. DJ Premier)

Lyrics

[Intro: Styles P]
It’s sorta like the Holy Trinity…
I’mma say…
I say it’s like three different guns you fuckin faggots
Get shot three different ways
Matter fact, make that six different ways
Gun in each hand bitch
None of y’all betta
[DJ Premier scratch twice]– Jadakiss– “Ain’t none of y’all betta”
If it is name it
We’ll squash you, ASAP, feel it

[Verse 1: Styles P]
All I know, niggas give me all my dough
Like Boston George comin through with all my blow
Right now I’m tryin to charter a jet
Fuck this, hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect
Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans
Come through the block tryin to screw up your plans
Cuz I still rob niggas for coke
Understand I’m the first one they call when they gettin the dope
I’m the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath
I’m the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast
Like Pacino and DeNiro ‘cept they call me Paniro
Sad Styles still spin that arrow, fuck it
Like the boss of New York, you know how I feel
Kill a motherfucker cuz a corpse don’t talk [no doubt]
Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head
If the bullets had legs have them run in your head, bitch

[Hook – DJ Premier scratches]— Jadakiss- “ain’t none of y’all betta…”
Sheek- “what y’all know about…” Styles P- ” put in my work…”
Sheek- “on the block…”
Jadakiss- “ain’t none of y’all betta…” Styles P- “Let you know it’s all real…”
Tef and Billy Danze- “Is it real? Yeah son!”
Jadakiss- “ain’t none of y’all betta…” Sonja Blade- “what y’all know about…”
Styles P- “put in my work…” Sheek— “on the block…”
Jadakiss- “ain’t none of y’all betta…” Styles P- “bet you know it’s all real…”
Tef and Billy Danze- “Is it real? Yeah son!”
Jadakiss- “ain’t none of y’all betta…”

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Let’s get it poppin my nigga
Load the tech up and go shoppin my nigga
And I don’t mean the mall or no Gucci store
You know what the fuck I want, bricks of raw
And I’m too old to make less than a hundred a year
If it means wavin the hammer and leavin you there
If it means grabbin your kids out daycare
Somebody losin a seed, pay or bleed
It’s Sheek Louch, I ain’t got no heart
I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mall
I put 28 holes through the icy car
Fuck around, like the God won’t squeeze
If I don’t see the badge I’m clappin the D’s
LOX motherfucker, the OX motherfucker
The reason why you shouldn’t cop drops motherfucker
Like it’s something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Ayo the dope’s in the rice, the coke’s in the pyrex
Over the stove and I’m bout to hit it with the ice
Runners love to pump the bomb
Ain’t no more fair ones, now niggas’ll jump your moms
The god, minus the 12 disciples
I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles
If I don’t like you, I’mma kill you not fight you
I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do
And everybody gon’ follow me now
Down 8th in a new Z, mahogany brown
Faggots want you to kill ’em in a hurry
It fucks me up, like they ain’t got no money to get buried
You could flip, I’ll survive m’kay, motherfucker
In my block still doin twenty-five a day
Know you work out, chest and your back all nice
But the twelve gauge’ll have your six pack on ice, what?

[Hook]