Yeah, you know I had to get Bad Boy up on piece You know I had to get Bad Boy up on piece Big shot to my man Puff Daddy, B.I.G., one time
I'd rather not than snitch And I my niggaz not my bitch, Lox pop the clip Hit the rap game what's the name I be a [unverified], tellin' ma I her on my own fame
Movin' with, entrepreneurs, the law Coke sniffin' hold the fort it's off the wall Back to my mentality is fatality Niggaz way over they salary
I think way out, a fifty state lay-out Dubs me enough in one to have it spray out Cartels in they coke, havin' a weigh out is crowned, blunts is lit
Aiyyo Styles from the streets so a cell shit Jail ain't shit, God'll teach me quick If they put me in a then my ghost'll drift my inf, feel my soul give me the strength
Yeah, yeah, Pop the gat, aim squeeze Where them niggaz at? Them feds are See the that, you way too nice please that coke at? Fuck where it might be
Don't be me, hard-headed, extroverted my gun burn, much hotter than sunburn You got one turn, I you show Me the to the cash and the blow, yo
I go, my crew, is true to swarm Got stripes in New like Yankee uniforms When I was born, I I make the world darker The age of fifteen, gats, quick to spark ya
Like Bob Barker, if The is Right Lay your ass for spite, anybody aight? Went from eatin' no frills cereals food stamps Tto Armani materials, Rembrandts
I got cats to spray for me, honeys pay for me that lay for me, mami, pray for me Cats spray for me, honeys that pay for me Money that lay for me, mami, for me
Uhh, uhh, to me doin' shit for you, try God 'Cause after, runnin' your you as good as retard Mr. Big Style, too cool, I did to you Whirlpool maxin, to the end
Elevator, next stop, Tony and While still fuckin' with them twins from Flatte Somehow Vegas, to strip Stacy Dash Fuck talk black I'm the SHIT in New York
Too supercops nigga, you can have these blocks And hoes, with them cheap ass Parasucos Get some new clothes, then I let you in my Porsche And give Jay head, til your voice turns hoarse
Four minutes and twenty seconds to your end You it be the kiss, grantin' your last wish Everybody wanna who The L.O.X is 'Cause we ain't nuttin' out but that hot shit
trees, sippin' mo', eatin' lobsters Up in the joint, usin' chopsticks we gonna rock gators, hit bitches from Barbados Then all y'all players gonna us
'Cause everything we do gettin' overlooked Now y'all be shook cause you dealin' with real I lie for a while y'all cats was on us But now, if you beat us, join' us
We tryin' to lye with the Sultan of Brunei In it for the cheddar, Gucci and sweaters Black with the headers Andrew Mark be the leathers, mob hats the feathers Whatever, goodfellas, uhh