[Intro/Hook: The Lox]
Can I live til my last day
Hittin honies that be na-sty
Gettin money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pa** me
[Verse 1 - Sheek]
Yo what's beef to you, three n***as with hoodies and bats
That ain't sh** compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
Breathin, eatin, the whole situation
When we do our sh** we do our sh** for real
While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats
Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill
I'mma spend that mil and cop only hot sh**
Rock top sh** you know how The Lox get
Then you can see me flyin in the Bentley co*kpit
Lox and B-I, hold our grica down for years
Gang not, but we been had our black tears
n***as under the stairs only understand what we got
Underground, all above must get shot
You couldn't book me Dano, Sheek Luciano put the burners
To all y'all, what n***a bring it I'm callin y'all
[Verse 2 - Jadakiss]
You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
Hearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
I give this f*ggot a french kiss
Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
Word on the street they ain't heard from him since
You know about life after kickin the kid in
Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
Scri-dam, the flow is forbidd-en
Either you ridin or you dyin cause we swingin iron
Lox and Poppa,turning n***as into Jim Hoffa
Who gon stop us, your last joint double copper
You gettin money or your runnin from the Feds
Ain't nothing over here but 16 with one in the head
And I solemnly swear
That all y'all n***as out there got a problem this year
[Hook] - 2X
[Verse 3 - Styles P]
Before you think of keepin me down, heatin me down
The flow like water get deep and you drown
With no soul, many n***as roll with no dough
Even the small gun got a little black hole
Your destiny is somethin you can never figure out
n***as is never happy til there's blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of k**ers, but who the hell are you to blame
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with it got money you better give with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from the wise, slice the pies
Too many schemes devised, when dreams collide
Teams provide, war for the street to absorb
Stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor
Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a who*e
[Verse 4 - Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Who the f** wanna squeeze?
My Desert E's make MC's freeze
You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams
You still apologizin, an*lyzin, my size and your size and
Realizin, a fist fight would be asinine
You just pop wines I must pop nines
Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up
We can hook up, all I see is the future
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar n***a, life ain't sweet
Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
Our beef is my fiance, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a cla**ic like
My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
f** around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
For them h*mos, still doin promos
Break both your legs you're movin slow-mo, got shine to glow mo'
Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need four mo'
[Hook] - repeat to fade