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by

Styles P


[Intro: Sheek Louch & Jadakiss]
Jay
f*ck that
This is it, right here, baby
You know what it is

[Verse 1: Jadakiss & Sheek Louch]
Yo, I used to have bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag' truck
Masked up, either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matching bandana
.38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all n*ggas tryna glance at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writing the mean, lighting the green
I need the buggy, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
n*ggas throw us on they album, try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label
'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
Call me raspy, tell you what I want you to know
f*ck what you ask me, you probably don't want me to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip
Usually a good n*gga, even though I'm able to flip
You pay thirty for the 'Kiss (Uh-huh), a hundred for The LOX (Yeah)
And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck
(Uh-huh, yeah, ayo)
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Yo, when my gun bust, send n*ggas to the fish like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of n*gga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warning, if you all alive in the morning, that's fine
Now, I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
I got n*ggas my pop's age, that lifestyle ain't changed
It's like, wake up, move a brick, half of it slow
Make car money, check with Sheek, go f*ck with a ho (Ha)
I rock a waist-length mink, durag under my fitted (Style on these n*ggas)
And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new (Huh?)
That's Sheek in the dress-up club cause I don't f*ck with shoes
And for my n*gga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try and tamper with mine?
Don't make me motherf*ckin' leave you with some sh*t in your spine
f*ck with me, you be a "Was n*gga", "n*gga was dope"
n*gga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke
'Ju crazy? (Haha)

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Ayo, catch me with a .38, box of shells
In a '98 Lincoln, eatin' pasta shells
Order to go, always got a box of Ls
Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig
I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop sh*t 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G
Y'all n*ggas is sonned out, let me speak to your father
'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
If I don't like a n*gga, I don't even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a crooked n*gga going legit
You hold your nine if you holding a brick, common sense
Fed' drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent
L-O-X get respect like Sonny from Bronx Tale
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live, oh, y'all n*ggas eager to die?
I tell all my n*ggas ride, you won't leave with a dime
Motherf*cker
[Verse 4: Jay-Z & DMX]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster
I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto n*gga, putting up Will Smith numbers (Ugh)
Surrounded by Sixes and Hummers, b*tches among us
Trying not to let this bullsh*t become us
It started from hunger 'til it all went insane
Now, b*tches notice the chains now that I hit my number
The chickens I twisted (Ugh), see the digits unlisted (Yeah)
The beeper done changed
Your dead, b*tch, the reaper done came
I suggest n*ggas stop speaking my name
'Cause trust me, y'all could still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin'
n*ggas is hotheads and the bullets is heat-seeking
Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes, not
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
Tell 'em jump through the top (Uh-huh)
Where the sunroof used to be
I could see y'all not used to me
n*gga, flows like none other (Ugh)
I'm the meanest, toughest Don Dada to gun-butt ya
You the type to bust a lot of shots, and none touch you (f*ck)
I'm the type that get excited when the gun touch ya, motherf*ckers (Ugh)
Y'all n*ggas 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other
(Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh)
[Verse 5: DMX & Jadakiss]
(Grrrr)
I'm headed nowhere fast, running in place (Ugh), gun in my waist
n*ggas wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face (Ugh)
So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again
So now what I do? Start naming names again (What?)
All you motherf*ckers know that I speak from the heart (Ugh)
Play like you don't know, L-O-X is gon' bark
We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more n*ggas
Styles, Sheek, Jay, we comin' with like four n*ggas (Aight?)
Y'all n*ggas best to stop playin'
It'll be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth
(Argh, argh) Got my dogs covered (Ugh)
Plus it's all gravy, like chicken when it's smothered (What?)
It's dark and I love it (Ugh)
Get him, boy, let him loose (Come on)
Want it with the dog or the gun? Let him choose (Come on)
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