[Styles Paniro]
Yo, yo, I could keep my eyes closed still reading the signs
Young n***as think they hungry then you feed 'em a nine
Might kidnap they a**, start feedin' 'em swine
So I don't feel bad when I gut 'em like a pig
Beat him down, stomp him out, cut him like he big
You hear the attitude, I say f** being humble
You act like a animal, you stuck in the jungle
n***as don't care if I'm poor or rich
So I don't care about these n***as, and the law, and sh**
And I'll probably get shot for being a wild n***a
You'll probably get shot for being a foul n***a
Let's talk about slugs and the d** we deal
Boys fight, men k**, get they money and chill
Real recognize real, I ain't sayin' a word
Doing eighty in the M, that means I'm stayin' in third
With a b**h playin' shottie AK in the third
[Sheek Louch]
Don't worry 'bout what I make, worry 'bout can you escape
'Cause when I bust my guns, bring more action than roll take
Nickel your hallway, I got aim from far
Y'all can't see me like the tints on the president's car
I know n***as don't like me, and my friends want to flip
That's why I'm on some extra all about Sheek sh**
Your money: Sheek sh**
Your b**h: Sheek sh**
Only thing I'm gonna share is these bullets here
b**h a** that's for frontin'
Now don't say I never gave you nothin'
I'm greedy, go 'head, don't say I never saved you somethin'
Pack gun n***a but don't want no stack
I drink straight liquor till I forget where I'm at
I don't play no games, n***a, d** my 'cupation
In a building hustlin', that's Sheek's Playstation
Motherf**ers want to ride by and ice grill
Change that to ice, dick
Show me, motherf**er, that you can k**
[Chorus:]
Seventeen shots in a clip, twenty-eight grams in an ounce
Everybody bounce, twenty-six inch hues on a truck
Thirty-six O's in a key, everybody free
Murder One felons with the glocks, twenty-four hours on the block
Bodies gettin' dropped, five thousand n***as actin' live
Five thousand n***as gotta die, everybody better ride
[Jadakiss]
Y'all n***as better find out who's your man
It don't work in the hood, you could fool your fans
Few bullets in your jeans soon to ruin your plans
Then I show up at the wake and boo-hoo at your fam
If you're like me, you never'll fail
Live by the three rules you make it, or be dead, or in jail
And I ain't really got much, but I'm up on cats
And Kiss don't just spit, I throw up on tracks
Double R now, b**h, you see the princess cut
I'm in a two thousand big boy, the tense is up
Y'all n***as is soft, catch me with the semi
Underneath the Fendi, sweater, skully, and scarf
Make sure you don't say nothing to Jay
And keep your dirt, I don't smoke nothin' but hays
I'm a do this the old way, get it while I can get it
As much as I can get, then I'm a go my own way
[Drag-On]
Hey yo, I keep my guns like laundry
I dump a load, make n***as fold, watch 'em die, and let 'em drip dry
Gon' spill pints from n***as, my rapid fire put n***as in black attire
Stuffed in the hearse, then dumped in the dirt
I live eternal, 'cause if Drag pa** away
I'm a come back with wraps on my face, blastin' an eighth
February eighth, that's the day
You better cop like it's crack, or get masking taped till you suffocate
b**hes, y'all gettin' your feelings hurt
Two thousand, I ain't f**in' no more
I'm makin' b**hes jerk till I squirt
All my b**hes work, like upside down from the poles
Lift that skirt, give this dick what it's worth
Double R, see the icicles on the chest
Hungry n***as come snatchin'
I throw bullets, run catch 'em
Ruff Ryder scene Drag the fire
But we could take it swingin' them irons till the bangs is flyin'
[Chorus: x2]