Fuck, is real right here Roc-a-Fella, LOX, the streets over motherfuckers get it twisted Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, Yo shut the up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass no mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did it them sick white boys the court committed To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Drop 100 for real like I'm lookin for a deal If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than African kids I ain't straight til my numbers match the ?bid? And the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin care If I ain't that means I took em off my Nike Airs Get off mine, y'all talk like little children When I mine like bitched when I walk up in the building Cause I catch in the winter, with wild whores Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at stores I make it hot, your block, the best way Professionally, they'll find poison in your As I get roasted at Biggie posted on my wall Takin of Louie til I fall Nuttin to lose, just the clip up in the groove And kick rhymes to the poster, til I Big move My team, you would think was on How we floss and give a fuck what it's cost-ing
Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to it now Pick out a town and tie it down niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now Beanie Mac I it now My squad deep, in foreign cars with two seats Couple of five's, a six, a few Bag enough to last a few weeks In case niggaz wanna test, and a few heats You really test my name? And test my game? Until you have me, test my Y'all nuts, like testricles Hit you up in your apartment buildin Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on Heat from the noggin, keep on prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin Cop off the lot see me at the auction Pint of Bacardi darken, when hawkin Out on the strip, I reach the margin Not to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct Eatin sandwiches, down for the weekend Locked up with dirty boys and Ricans
Now if I you I probably do ten in the box Come down on appeal then I'm your pops You The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX If this rap shit don't work still in the spot You bring it to me, I gotta lose your Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Shit is now dog but it gets deeper Fuck it, the weather's and the price is much cheaper I put it on tape, you buy it, I put it in a bag You try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it Lot of cats still tryin to study my last Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half got me where I can't be without my large gat Teflon sleeve, and my hardhat Don't matter if I'm openin up, or Doin the speed limit or pushin red Six months in the or fed time I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's I'm on is a classic, any nigga Ever had with, son is a bastard Anytime I spit, acid, L.O.X. Ruffryder you We got the game mastered
I told you the was comin You wouldn't You tried to me like a joke? Now who got the laugh? Now take bullets with you to hell
You motherfuckers is sick, don't Sauce the shit So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I my dick me fallin off, I'm camera shy Hammers fly, might miss you, but man'll die What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin to Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can a sprayoff I lay off wet niggaz and em on my day off Ain't for me to bust a trey off Murder the month of April nigga, just to take May off Run more Germans than Adolf, you light crews Now I concentrate on your camp, Jews hot like a heatwave bitch Whips than them shits they beat slaves with I'm a stackin nigga who pull quick, still packin For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that
I don't a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are I don't care a pretty bitch, watch or a car I care about your block and whoever you shot I don't about your album and whenever it drop I don't about your past if I did I woulda asked I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a lotta hash Far as this rap shit, I'm ten ahead of niggaz backwards, just for practice Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your Bout to go to with you, blow the L with you the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a My name ring bells Sunday at twelve o'clock I'm half past seven, bust six then You me, slide my man my joint say reload me I and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella Jay (what the fuck) mozzarella
I know pop you can't stand us cause you cock hammers Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Crossed up in a I popped up the antenna Whoa, watch your manners my veins pop like scanners Like raindrops you hear the when I cock the cannon Big thang, big chains, ain't changed Get brained in the four dot six Shit main, lanes town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine Flow no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain Muh'fukas is and throwin up, you know that You wanna owe that man hit you, get the picture? Kodak man Gotta, love for war, I don't no more I sit on my money til I'm above the law How the fuck you gonna stop us your measly asses We stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga cars and divas with D-classes Iceberg sweat I.B. on the elastic Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya me? Put some beat on that joint