[Featuring The Lox Mase]
(verse 1 Sheek)
A yo letand's get papers
And pop Moand' witand' hos
Up in skyscrapers and condominiums
Overlooking our drug capers
New York City
The only way to play is gritty
I want cheddar so we could front
Up in a 850
My whole committee like to puff Ls
And look jiggy
Who wanand' test this?
My semi leave you chestless
And aint shit that you can say to me
When you be breathless
Young but I done did
Shit that you wonand't do
So go and'head witand' that bullshit
You blabber and'bout goinand' through
I got niggaz who pump
On yoand' block and in yoand' spot
Whoand'll sit next to you
Protectinand' you, but theyand'll murder you player
Don status, nigga we gettinand' chipsusses
And bad bitchesses
Frontinand' in eclipsesses
(verse 2--Ma$e)
Yo, Ma$e and The Lox
Be takinand' knots
andgt;From the out oand' state spots
Any nigga make it hot
Get found in a vacant lot
You donand't really wanna come try
The one guy, who stay dumb high
andgt;From blunt la
Practicing seeing alumni
Who got more beef than a Islamic farm
So I pack enough sonic arms
To neutralize atomic bombs
Itand's not a nigga in ya gang want it
My A-K slay gays, spray strays
Witand' niggaz names on it
Often I bug then bust off on a thug
Have a chump coughinand' blood
Fill his coffin witand' slugs
Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
Any nigga wave a tek at Mason
Have a explanation
You bring it through and Iand'm undoinand' and'em
Then Iand'm beatinand' and'em down witand' aluminium
Then Iand'm putinand' 2 in and'em
You canand't touch me I been devil sent
Wanted for embezelment
A lot of other things
But thatand's irrelevant
Chorus:
If you love the money
Then prepare to die for it
Niggaz done started somethinand'
You can lay in the flames
Or hug the sky for it
Niggaz done started somethinand'
(verse 3--Jay)
Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa
Never turned down chocha
Be in the Costa Rica
Sippinand' margaritas witand' a mommy
Cleaninand' my Tommy
Showinand' love to my army
Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks we kill and'em
Yeah I hear niggaz but I still donand't feel and'em
And this is for the listeners and prisoners
And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissinand' us
My 16s be so real you can feel and'em in yoand' vein
Like Remelos Pops from Sugar Hill
Jay be the cause for the kiss at yoand' wake
Cartel lips spittinand' clips at yoand' face
We started from the bottom
Youand'll see fed niggaz pardon
Whatever, we can do it at The Garden
Word life, this shit is real B
Iand'm makinand' niggaz blow proud
Even if they not guilty
(verse 4--Styles)
I want a palace for my thugs
Witand' oriental rugs
Green backs and drugs
Get whacked for the love
20 niggaz batter me
Still couldnand't shatter me
Iand'm only gettinand' up
Splittinand' up yoand' anatomy
Official Lok family
Grants niggaz handinand' me
I want the finer things
And I hope you understandinand' me
Sitinand' at the table planinand'
Plug the fan in
Let the sweat dry off
And then grab the cannon
Think the smartest
And retaliate the hardest, regardless
If you a thug or a rap artist
Respect me like Pesci
And if rap was hockey Iand'd be Gretsky
Puffinand' nestle
And yall niggaz done started somethinand'
Actinand' invincible like you God or somethinand'
If you God
Then Iand'ma makes a lot and'til you rot
And if you a playa
Then play for everything you got
And if you a thug
Then start bustinand' off shots
And if you a dog
You better bite befor you bark
Chorus
(verse 5--DMX)
Donand't come at me witand' no bullshit
Use caution
and'Cuz when I wet shit I deck shit
Like abortions
For bigger portions
Of extortion and raketeering
Got niggaz fearinand'
Fuck what you heard
Itand's what you hearinand'
How much darker must it get?
How much harder must it hit?
See if yoand' hardest niggaz flip
When I start a bunch oand' shit
I like pussy, but not up in my face
So give me 3 feet
and'Cuz when we creep no more than 3 deep
Niggaz see sheep
Bloodhounds found yoand' shit
Buried in the mud
Follow witand' traces of gunpowder residue
And blood
A positive I.D. is impossible
So you know John Doe
Is what they gonand' be puttinand'
On that tag on yoand' toe
Now who gonand' tell yoand' mother?
Her babyand's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
And Iand'm a hard-headed nigga that wouldnand't listen
So you got what you came for (whatand's that?)
Surgery, witand' the chainsaw
I hit the fuckinand' streets and'cuz like I said before
Aint nothinand' goinand' down until I eat
Muh fuckas think itand's all about impressinand' bitches
And stressinand' bitches
While Iand'm testinand' bitches game
Undressinand' bitches and caressinand' bitches
And dealinand' witand' muh fuckas on all levels
What Iand'm dealinand' witand' is all devils
Fuckinand' witand' snakes
Runninand' witand' niggaz you call rebels
I got a army oand' 7:30 niggas, dirty niggaz
They come through and worry niggaz
30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz
And scary niggaz get it all the time
and'Cuz what they got is all oand' mine
and'Yoand' man was talkinand' shit until I pulled the 9and'
And if I donand't know you I donand't fuck witand' you
And if you witand' my man then he gettinand' stuck witand' you
And gave it to Money
and'Cuz I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back through his chest then I tossed the 9
Boss oand' crime, black Gotti
I stack bodies with the black shottie
Bitch ass niggaz that act snotty
Get it
(These niggaz is for real)
(These niggaz aint playinand')
This aint no fuckinand' game
You think we playinand'
Ruff Ryders
Grrrrrrrrrrrr
