Yeah
Two guns up motherf**er
Uh huh
Yeah
n***as runnin around yappin with dicks in they mouth
My n***as
sh** is serious L.O.X
Couldn't even put three n***as togehther and come up
With this combination (f*ggot)
sh** is fo' real
Yo
[Styles]
I pack a 4 5
Puff a blunt and get high
Don't give a f** if I die cuz my son is alive
I grew up doing dumb sh** that made me wise
Could of died ten times
That made me live
Sell my soul
Not for no cars and gold
I been through it cuz my scars is old
Remember the time
I used to puff dimes
And think Allah was cold
Back then when my mom played my father's role
Now I'm a man
Runnin with a gun in the vest
It feel good with my son on my chest
I wanna quit
But I'm one of the best
f** around I might run to the west
Lay low and get blunted to d**h
n***as is wack
I can't say it plainer than that
Dog you shine in the front but it rain in the back
f** the middle
Cuz the middle do alot and a little
Stuck in between but y'all n***as won't see the riddle
Settle for less
A general but don't meddle my chest
Die for my n***as nevertheless
Can't find a n***a better than S, 'Kiss, and the Luch'
Every man ahead of the group, regretting the coup
Y'all n***as want the red in my boots
Hole in my shirt
Twist a n***a wig and leave me dead in the dirt
I see the rollie not move but the sh** still work
Motherf**er that'll make you a jerk, co*ks**er
CHORUS:
Ay yo what y'all gon do now
Y'all f**ed up now
n***as
How deep is your crew now
Y'all f**ed up now
Don't make us heat you down (you know what I'm sayin ?diego?)
Y'all f**ed up now (This ain't no f**in joke n***as is hungry)
We the nicest n***as around (f** is wrong)
Y'all f**ed up now (yeah yeah ay yo ay yo ay yo)
[Sheek]
I pay off blue suits thats Sucio
And I put d** in my girl koochie yo
A bad b**h that k**
So when you put the dogs on her you smell Ma**engill Summer's Eve
Puttin d** in coffee hip to the D's
I play smarter
That's why my flights now be charter
Ten seater
What you know about a Porsche at a meter
Next to koochie freak those
Tickets keep those
And you can mail to my postbox down in Melrose
I ain't the n***a that you see
Posted on cop walls
I'm that eighteen and up
Mamis on my balls
Y'all can't figure the great one
Sheek be Jason
Not cops
But that legendary n***a my pops
I bust shots like bums at a bar but far
From a lush
Everything about this cat be plush
And I'm quick to do dirt since I'm through your shirt
Like nothing
Lift a arm I hit those under your wing
Yo why you following this cat
Hey he about to get pushed back
You could poke your chest out in the street
That's cool
But in a bing this fool
Was like Louis Rich meat
We don't run from y'all
We scatter for guns on y'all
What you know about two 380's inside a basketball
And when it's beef
Store on his side with burners on Coronas
We the best that ever did it
If you need us telephone us
What the f** n***a
CHORUS
[Jadakiss]
Yo
A n***a wanna go to war with Kiss
Find him a ditch
Old school n***as tell me I remind of rich
Cuz I take the kids shopping and send em on bus trips
Hoppin out a rough six
With sweats and scuffed kicks
I supply all the dealers and tell em to stuff nix
I done signed every autograph and took every flick
I'm quite sure that I coulda hit
Every chick
But I didn't ones that I did gave em heavy dick
All day
The LOX flow hotter than broadway
Election time tryin na cop blow in the hallway
And their ain't enough plates for y'all to eat with me
Stingy n***a but I share my slugs equally
I put half where your waist at
And half where your face at
Yo we in from a new spot let somebody taste that
From your street rappin's only one of my plans
I got dirty south n***as payin a hundred a gram
And I could care less how much you shift the scan
However you get it you supposed to hit your man
But we don't hold the grudges
We control the budgets
And do whatever the f** we wanna do n***a f** it
CHORUS