'Lagos' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

Empire (2005)

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Genres: Action, Drama, History,

Taglines:

Lust, Power and the Epic Battle for Rome

Quotes:

Cicero: He names his nephew.::Camane: Octavius.::Cicero: He's just a boy.::Camane: So was Caesar once.::Cicero: Caesar was a boy, yes. But not every boy is a Caesar.

Camane: Witness the birth of a civil war. An empire is dawning. An empire built on the rage of the mob. It is the mob who will determine the next ruler of Rome.

[Of Caesar]::Cassius: Who ever thought a God would hold so much blood?

[Caesar is dying]::Caesar: Protect him, protect my successor.::Tyrannus: Antony?::Caesar: No. Not Antony. Octavius. My sister's boy. He will save the dream of Rome, Tyrannus. Teach him to fight, teach him to rule.

Cicero: Reason has abandoned this place.

[to Brutus]::Caesar: And you, my child?

Servilia: We must look to the men who will re-build Rome.::Brutus: You mean Cassius and Antony?::Servilia: And you... why not you, my son?

[Antony's speech about Caesar]::Brutus: What is he doing?::Cassius: Oh this isn't about Caesar's rein; it's about Antony's!

[On hearing Octavius is Caesar's heir the mob chant his name]::Brutus: Octavius?::Cassius: It is not to Caesar to anoint his successor!::Brutus: They're calling his name...::Cassius: Do you think I can't hear?

Caesar: Look at you, Brutus... A model senator! The army wouldn't recognize you...::Brutus: I've fooled them all.

Actors Neil Meron (producer), Fiona Shaw (actress), Trudie Styler (actress), Graham McTavish (actor), Michael Maloney (actor), Emily Blunt (actress), Ted Rusoff (actor), Dennis Haysbert (actor), Roger Ashton-Griffiths (actor), Stephen Graham (actor), Colm Feore (actor), Michael Byrne (actor), James Frain (actor), Richard Marvin (composer), Craig Zadan (producer),

Held der Gladiatoren (2003)

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Genres: Action, Adventure, Drama,

Actors Erwin Steinhauer (actor), Alexander Radszun (actor), Marion Mitterhammer (actress), Stephan Luca (actor), Ralf Moeller (actor), Jaymes Butler (actor), Henning Baum (actor), Gregor Bloéb (actor), László I. Kish (actor), Ollie Lanvermann (editor), Zsolt Bács (actor), Jorgo Papavassiliou (director), Frank Witter (actor), Mike Higgins (miscellaneous crew), Carsten Rocker (composer),

Marie-Line (2000)

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Genres: Drama,

Actors Aïssa Maïga (actress), Marie Rivière (actress), Muriel Robin (actress), Fernand Guiot (actor), Christian Sinniger (actor), Kenout Peltier (editor), Valérie Stroh (actress), Virginie Barbay (miscellaneous crew), Gilles Treton (actor), Yan Epstein (actor), Fejria Deliba (actress), Éric Névé (producer), Éric Névé (producer), Cylia Malki (actress), Mehdi Charef (director),

Sureiyâzu (1995)

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Genres: Animation, Comedy, Fantasy,

Taglines:

One's cool... one's hot! One's busting out all over... one's not!

Quotes:

Nahga: I understand they taste good pickled.

Actors Osamu Saka (actor), Jessica Calvello (actress), Rob Mungle (actor), Fûrin Cha (actor), Norio Wakamoto (actor), Brett Weaver (actor), John Swasey (actor), Keiji Fujiwara (actor), Tesshô Genda (actor), Matt Greenfield (actor), Daisuke Gôri (actor), Masaharu Satô (actor), Rob Mungle (actor), Megumi Hayashibara (actress), Tiffany Grant (actress),

Sureiyâzu (1995)

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Genres: Animation, Comedy, Fantasy,

Taglines:

One's cool... one's hot! One's busting out all over... one's not!

Quotes:

Nahga: I understand they taste good pickled.

Actors Osamu Saka (actor), Jessica Calvello (actress), Rob Mungle (actor), Fûrin Cha (actor), Norio Wakamoto (actor), Brett Weaver (actor), John Swasey (actor), Keiji Fujiwara (actor), Tesshô Genda (actor), Matt Greenfield (actor), Daisuke Gôri (actor), Masaharu Satô (actor), Rob Mungle (actor), Megumi Hayashibara (actress), Tiffany Grant (actress),

Ulisse contro Ercole (1962)

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Genres: Adventure, Fantasy,

Quotes:

Ercole: These accursed ropes. They seem to be bewitched. The more I struggle, the tighter they get.::Ulisse: Then you had better stop struggling.::Ercole: Stop struggling? Have you gone mad? I am not going to let myself be eaten by a sacred vulture.

Lagos: [to Ulisse] Your sufferings will be horrible. You shall die a hideous death, Greek.

Actors André Tabet (writer), Raf Baldassarre (actor), Mario Caiano (writer), André Tabet (writer), Renato Cinquini (editor), Georges Marchal (actor), Mario Caiano (director), Gabriele Tinti (actor), Mario Giorsi (costume designer), Dominique Boschero (actress), Raffaella Carrà (actress), Nando Angelini (actor), Angelo Francesco Lavagnino (composer), Mario Caiano (writer), Raffaele Pisu (actor),

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  Blood Pressureshow lyrics

  Blood Pressure

  The headphones is on fire dis time around, Styles
  Blood Pressure
  Y'all just bear wit me
  Yo, last time I'ma tell these niggas, man
  Can't fuck around, man
  Jada, man
  Whoever
  Old nigga, new nigga
  Wha!! Yo, yo, yo...
  [Verse 1: Jadakiss]
  Who really da best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here
  Y'all know da answer to dat when Kiss ain't here
  When you see me, don't ask me nothin about us
  And don't definatly ask me nothin about...
  Fuck it
  You owe me one, I owe you two
  I woulda smacked you wit da burner, but I know you'd sue
  And I ain't talkin to him
  I'm talkin to you
  Matter of fact, I'm talkin to y'all
  Life is like walkin a yard
  Nigga'll stab you wit a fork in da heart
  And The Source got muthafuckas thinkin they hot
  Like my dope
  Got fiends thinkin they shot
  When you thinkin of da best, nigga
  Think of The Lox
  I'll cut ya fuckin hand off if ya pinky ring's hot
  Then come thru ya block in a sticky green drop
  Hop out
  Let off fifty-three shots
  Wouldn't care if I hit fifty-three cops
  Guliani might as well be merkin niggas
  Cuz the time that he givin out is hurtin niggas
  And all these record label's jerkin niggas
  And you never was a thug, you's a workin nigga
  And you heard that shit right there?
  I started that
  Don't make me put somethin up in ya Starter hat
  No matter who you are, or where you from
  Screw all of dat
  I'm not tryin to hear dat, son
  [Hook: x2]
  Now, who da fuck y'all want? (Jadakiss!!)
  And who da fuck y'all need? (Jadakiss!!)
  And who da fuck gon' bleed?
  All y'all hataz, cuz none of y'all niggas (can't fuck wit Jada!!)
  [Verse 2: Jadakiss]
  Don't you be dat clown nigga in da back of da whip
  That's gon' get the second half of da clip
  And all I'm sayin, it'll be da other nigga in the front of the da whip
  Runnin his lip, wit a gun on his hip
  Feel me dawg?
  Everybody walk da walk 'til they run into Kiss
  Then, they get stabbed, or hung, or stung wit da fifth
  How you think ya man hard when son on my dick?
  Cuz I can get his ass body, plus front him a brick
  Got a chick named Super-head
  She give super-head
  Just moved in the buildin, even gave the super head
  I cop big guns that spit super lead
  So, play Superman, end up super dead
  Call ne Kiss, or da kid from The Lox
  That'll twist ya moms out and do a bid wit ya pops
  We was in jail, you probably won't get no mail
  And if you pumped on my block, you won't get no sales
  When ya CEO know you can't fuck wit I
  I make a million by June
  I'm sayin fuck July
  And I beg you to try me while I'm holdin da Tommy
  I'ma have ya body all over da lobby
  I already helped y'all
  I'm about to melt y'all
  Tell the truth, dawg
  I ain't never felt y'all
  This album, we gon' bubble like Seltzer
  If it ain't Double R, who da hell else is hard?!

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  24 Hours To Liveshow lyrics

  24 Hours To Live

  [Puff Daddy]
  I want you to ask yourself one question
  If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you
  That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure
  How would you handle it?
  Mase, what would you do?
  [Mase]
  Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
  Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal
  I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
  And show him how I look in my Beretta, too
  I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
  Show them what they could have if they never settle
  Take every white kid from high class level
  Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
  Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
  Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress
  Give every bum on the street cash to invest
  And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request
  [Jadakiss]
  Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket,
  fuck it
  I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a
  Nantucket
  Then go get a jar from Branson
  And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care
  of grandson
  Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
  And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
  Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
  Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
  Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
  Spread it out on different floors
  And I'm gon' play lotto, for what?
  Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what
  [Black Rob]
  You know when I was close to the ledge
  I'd probably be in the wedge
  With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
  Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
  And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds
  Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
  I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his throat
  Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
  Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor
  Jump in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
  Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six
  Went home took a shower in nice cold water
  And spent my last hours wit my son and my daughter
  [1] - If you had twenty four hours to live just think
  Where would you go?
  What would you do?
  Who would you screw?
  And who would you wanna notify?
  Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?
  If you had twenty four hours to live just think
  Where would you go?
  What would you do?
  Who would you screw?
  And who would you wanna notify?
  Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?
  [Sheek]
  What hey yo, if I had twenty four nigga gotta get the
  Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the
  door
  For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me
  twelve
  The other eight had to be baking soda by itself
  So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
  With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just
  grabbed
  Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty
  face
  Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my place
  We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
  For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
  And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped
  wit TNT
  Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me
  [Styles]
  If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on
  the fifth
  Run in the station squeezin the inf'
  I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan
  Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant
  Back to the twenty four I make it out the precinct
  Shootin niggas that I hate in they face while they
  eatin'
  I'm on the job robbin' every so-called Don
  Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone
  I would school my little brother that niggas mean him
  harm
  He should learn to tell the future without readin'
  palms
  When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with
  the bomb
  So fuck bein' violent get stocks and bonds
  [DMX]
  Twenty four left until my death
  So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish every
  breath
  I know exactly where I'm goin', but I'mma send you
  there first
  And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'mma send you
  there worse
  I've been livin' with a curse, and now it's all about
  to end
  But before I go, say hello to my little friend
  But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother
  Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her
  C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
  Turn like three buildings on Wall Street, into a fog
  Out with a bang, you will remember my name
  I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't fame

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  So Right *

  [Featuring Kelly Price]
  [Styles]
  Catch me in the dirt ??
  In the ?? porche burning out
  Head across seas, bout to turn it out
  Coming back home to a furnish house
  We three deep, What?, and we ain't get no sleep
  We on the next flight, 25 a night, damn right
  Plan is to keep the fam tight
  Copping the Vipe and I ain't stopping at the light
  Can't see the dice, ice to bright
  Heard he with a pretty chick, you a idiot
  Get a record deal and not take it serious
  Plan to make hits for a long period
  Hell of a living, shit being on television
  Ball i'ma score everytime there's an inning
  I once had had a mill and it's just the beginning
  Everybody want a pool, I need an ocean to swim in
  Chorus:
  [Kelly Price]
  ?Your fault?, So right (so right)
  It makes me want more (it makes me want more)
  ?Your fault?, So tight (so tight)
  You need an encore (give me an encore)
  [Sheek]
  yeah, yeah, yeah, what up, yo, hey yo, hey yo
  Hey yo before I rock a show I pray to God in a huddle
  Sheek laid back, you know I'm bout to bubble
  All ya'll hate that, tryin to keep me in trouble
  We take things serious, ya'll do it for fun
  Cuz when we hit we stick like noodles when then done
  International despite thee, Westcoast beef
  I blew it down on Keenen Ivory
  Wayans, got the all with a grain for the pain
  So if we conflict you get all in yo brain
  You gonna play this like little kids play hoolahoop
  From day til it's dark with the fat man scoop
  Now you spook, you heard Lox about to drop
  Pop the top, we got this in a can like Pringle
  Heard one song, now you changing up your single
  While I mingle, Sheek the black man gingle
  In a club with two mommies, that's bilangual
  Chorus
  [Jadakiss]
  Yeah, wha?, wha?, yo yo yo yo
  Now what ya'll think we here for? aight then
  Get this money, keep it tightened, right when
  All ya'll thought ya'll was coming to get us
  Cuz we lost B.I.G., but he still wit us
  Fooled ya'll ass, ya'll tools don't blast
  All we do is make hot songs and use ya'll cash
  I hang my plaques in the bathroom
  Cuz I'm sill thinking bout making a hit
  While I'm taking a shit
  Playa Haters be scraping the 6
  For no reason, that don't even make no sense
  I'm happy they made them with bullet prrof glass tints
  If you want beef, see you at the Bad Boy cook out
  Get a new look out, pull your black book out
  Who you know pal for enough to distribute
  2.5 and that's just the tribute
  Anything envolved with Benji's we with that
  With the good comes the bad never forget that

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  Breathe Easy

  [Intro:]
  SP Killer
  Yeah yeah yeah, L-O-X, L-O-X motherfucker
  Niggas don't know how we bout to come this time
  No more shiny suits
  None of that shit
  [Chorus: x2]
  [Sheek Luchion]
  We gonna R.U double F.R.Y.D.E
  [Jadakiss]
  Revolver, semi-automatic and a P.G.
  Hooptie getaway driver Breathe Easy
  [Sheek Luchion]
  Explain thing further
  Murder or get murdered
  [Verse 1:]
  [Styles Paniro]
  Half of the hustle, half of them killers
  All of them Niggas wanna kill Paniro
  Better send the guerrilla's
  Cause beef is like a brand new car
  You better ride
  Everytime I sleep I die
  Wish I was gone (ya know)
  Felt dumb when I was young
  I used to wish I was on
  I'ma stay blunted and red with one in the head
  Niggas thinkin' they the don
  Till their shit get bombed
  I put 4 in your shootin' arm
  2 in your legs
  Like 10 in your chest
  The last one in your head
  I give you the whole clip,
  like you cheated and stole shit
  Knocked off the pack, flossed and no chips
  You know the business
  Empty rap kill your co-defendant
  Keep it male and catch a body in trial
  If you want a Nigga dead than do it Holiday Styles
  Come with 2 guns up and empty both off the clips
  Kill you whole fuckin' crew and go 'n smoke on the fifth
  [Chorus: x2]
  [Verse 2:]
  [Sheek Luchion]
  Yo, yo, yo
  I come to your town on a Peter Pan, no Jack
  One pair of clothes, 2 hoes and buggy with that
  Wanna beef me?, y'all Niggas is borrowin' heat
  Callin' all across town to borrow a full pound
  Meanwhile this Nigga got his guns to your noggin
  While your man with the heat is with some bitch up in the project
  He clappin' at you, you duckin', makin' you dance
  You should have spent it on some guns
  Instead of Iceberg pants
  What, L.O.X. off top, pullin' our triggers
  With our guns on our lap, we ride around like Cali Niggers(WESTSIIIDE)
  Target motherfuckers, cold hearted motherfuckers
  Stead of young dumb your moms, and whoever she got with her
  There's a new-born in the house,
  then I'm killin' the babysitter
  Y'all Niggas all clowns in Sheek eyes
  Your moms would wear glasses,
  with the nose disguise around me
  Talkin greasy
  Y'all like watermelons
  Big but crack easy
  [Chorus: x2]
  [Verse 3:]
  [Jadakiss]
  Now if you know Jay,
  I never been a brother to front
  I be in L.A. wearin' any colors I want
  Rock guns like shirts, block under the punk
  And I put somethin' hot, anyone of you chumps
  And I know a few of you wanna get my watch
  But it a be funeral if you get my watch
  It ain't nothing y'all can do to stop the Lox' wealth
  Run up in a gunstore, cop the top shelf
  The Crack-game is dead, all they want is weed now
  Chicks that I went to school with, a seed now
  You know Kiss, stocky bald head, light brown
  Ice down, in my roll look like nighttown
  To all y'all lil' Jada's for the 1000th time
  I recall hittin' your moms or writin' your rhymes
  And just because you might have seen me,
  in and out of your house
  Is no way that she gon have a baby out of her mouth

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  All For The Loveshow lyrics

  All For The Love

  [Jadakiss]
  What's the deally yo?
  I gotta squeeze the juice outta the headphones
  (Jadakiss...)
  Yeah (I like that)
  Squeeze the juice outta the headphones
  Yo, yo yo
  [Verse 1]
  When you think of me you think of a problem
  Who? What? When? and how you gonna solve em
  Automatic or revolving
  The K I double S and, Here's the lesson
  Most beams is infared, but mine's is flourescent
  No matter where you go, I'ma spot you
  No matter how many people you put me in front of, I'ma rock you
  And if you try to be the hard top, I'ma drop you
  I got to, treat you like the clutch, and pop you
  Creep threw, in the 4-20 with your honey
  Cuz you ain't nuthin' but a playboy that turned bunny
  And the only the thing left to discuss is more money
  In these ??? games these chickens, try to run me
  Ya'll know ya'll can't touch us, I flow lushes
  It's so real I make her hop out, and get the dutches
  I'm sittin on a thousand birds, and I hide from the cameras (why?)
  Cuz a picture's, worth a thousand words
  Ain't ya'll heard? Ya'll get what ya'll deserved
  Ya'll do the catering, while we just get served
  And you got some nerve, for P-Hing
  Jason, do you have any idea who you facing?
  Just something about my shit, you'll never figure out
  It's hot it's burning my mouth, that's why I spit it out
  It must be, real hard for ya'll to listen
  And it's sad, niggas is to broke to pay attention
  [Chorus]
  Chilling, sittin' on about half a million
  And all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
  Next two years I should see about a billion
  All for the love of drug dealing
  [Repeat]
  [Verse 2]
  Hey yo, niggas know the line of work, Bullet proof designer shirt
  Rolling with a China Doll, She'll be reminding ya'll
  Don of the underworld, every block minded it of course
  Jadakiss and L-O-X boss
  A pro cause I grow off the shit that I absorb
  You just another so and so, trying to flow, going broke
  You trying to buy property, set it up for growing coke
  Niggas making a movie, so I came to edit
  Wiping everybody out, right before the credits
  I'm a hard guy to get along with, get on a song with
  When shit be going right, I flip into the wrong shit
  The prime artist, expect me to rhyme hardest
  Slash con artist, gonna get mine regardless
  I ain't even big and I size niggas up
  Cuz they eyes give em up, look at em and see they butt
  I'm 22 with 10 ends so there that go
  You hear that flow, and drove the underground wacko
  Every since 12 I've been spittin like tabacco
  Relax though, Pop the tape CD and the wax though
  They wonder how, but the thing about ours
  We open up 24 hours
  Niggas don't sleep with eat so when they speak it mean power
  So you should keep quiet, you a coward
  About to be layed out flat, and pushing up flowers

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  Youll See

  (Don't stop, I'm not finished yet [8x])
  Do you ever ask yourself, when are they ever gonna
  stop?
  Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop
  making those hits?
  Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop
  making us dance?
  Do you ever ask yourself,
  When those Bad Boy are GONNA STOP MAKING ALL THIS
  MONEY?!
  Verse One: Styles Paniro
  I lick shots at intruders
  Take the coke money and invest in computers
  Tryin' to reach the next level, Rolex with the ice
  bezel
  Coming through the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrero
  But for now I'll play the back of the cruiser
  Light another sack for the three time losers
  Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
  Ladies and gentleman
  Bullets will leave you tremblin'
  Shooken up
  I got my cuban mommy cooking up
  We got it all from Heron to Fishscale
  New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail
  My style is flashy like a fiver strobes
  Going around the globe, hunnies wearing silk robes
  Time to flip the script, bust the whip
  Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
  To the feds, catch me if you can
  I'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan
  Get there and bury the bricks in the sand
  They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand
  So I can hit the boat and take a shower
  Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the
  tower
  Stack blocks by the keys
  L to the O to the X you'll see
  Chorus: Puff Daddy
  Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do
  What you gonna do when they come for you
  (Gun cocking) You'll see, (gun cocking) you'll se [2x]
  Interlude: Puff Daddy
  See, it's 1996 man,
  And we gonna do the same thing to you we did to you in
  '95.
  We gonna keep hittin' you in your head with all that
  FLAAAAAAAAAVVAAAAAAAAA
  Verse Two: Jadakiss
  Yeah aight then, you better act like you know
  L to the O, X amount the flows
  Ain't nothin' change but the range since I got the inf.
  Dot on your head, take all your strength
  Yeah, I'm in it for the green
  I'll get up in your seam while I'm sonning you like a
  nigga from Queens
  My tape in your duel cassette running me
  Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you ain't
  gettin' none of me
  Better off gunnin' me, with hot slugs numbing me
  'Cause you and I both know, the flow is coming B
  When you want it? now or later?
  I get mine and slide like a fresh pair of 'gators
  With my mega click, involved in Montega bricks
  Niggaz is mega sick, and you know we roll mega thick
  Up north where they bust your man
  In the custom van, interrupt your plans
  Now it's back to grams, DAMN, ain't that somethin'
  All that for frontin', what you gonna do? nothin'
  So let's keep things rationalized
  Everything I write better nationalize
  I'm into gettin' money, twistin' hunnies
  Niggaz is buyin' coupes while you on the stoop lookin'
  funny
  I'm a scorer, shorty love the whole aura
  Pussy wasn't all that, that's why I never called her
  It's all about quick whips and fast knicks
  Gats with mad clips, TV's in your whips
  My style tight like Gotti when I touch you
  Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the buckle
  Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer with the
  hatch
  Cop one for my man, so I'll shits match
  Runnin' around all crazy twistin' hunnies back
  And breakin' niggaz that come to gamble with small
  stacks
  Really though, screw y'all, I never knew y'all
  Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through
  y'all
  Chorus
  Verse Three: Sheek Luchion
  Yo, hard as it is to make a buck I ain't tryin' to get
  stuck
  So I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't give a fuck
  It's all about respect Tek-9's and papes
  Big house in Italy, in the yard with hunnies crushin'
  grapes
  So I go down to my steam room and give a long prayer
  Knowing that one day I'll be Sheek Luchion the mayor
  Fatigued out in my house or office
  Blunt spots and crooked cops can't grow shit so the
  town supports this
  (Uh-hun)
  My staff rollin' in Jags, Cruisers, and Coupes
  Givin' rallies, and holdin' parades for the lifers
  groups
  Now what you gon' do?
  When they come for you
  The same thing you been doing
  Eye screwing
  And bubble gum chewing (whoooh)
  While me and my mans are pursuin'
  Who you think the ladies are enhancin'
  Rocking Vansons I'm dancing in the mansion
  So cheers to life of the ice in your chains and your
  watches
  And you'll see how wo lock this
  Chorus
  Verse Four: The Notorious B.I.G.
  Click, click, uh, uh, uh
  Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it
  Crystal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit
  'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest
  of the willy
  Hitchlin' cocked M-1's and nine millies
  Stories like a motherfucker (that's right)
  Model bitches wondering if I'm a fuck with her
  She know I treats my bitches like Ivana
  Dolce and Gabana
  Dippin'
  Big poppa never slippin'
  H-class diamonds shinin'
  Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin'
  Smoking cigars in Bogota
  With Colombian niggaz named Panama
  And Englique and shit
  Games we play life endin'
  Bitches bending over with ease
  For a pair of Moschino jeans
  And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped
  Singles on top
  Benjamins
  Under the rest of 'em
  Advancin'
  >From duplex to mansion
  Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas
  VCR's in my V's
  Game elevates, money I make
  Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch
  Jet skiing in the Caribean, white sands
  Discusing plans with my mans
  Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system
  That leaves your rear views tremblin'
  What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude
  Drop to your knees and show gratitude
  Kiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay potent
  Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it
  Outro:

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  We'll Always Love Big Poppa

  (Mmm... can't believe we doin this record)
  We'll always love Big Poppa
  We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
  [vocals get louder]
  We'll always love Big Poppa
  We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
  We'll always love Big Poppa (Yeah)
  We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
  I look in the clouds, hope you past the sun
  Hope you right next to God and he calling you Son
  Taking you in, Angels breaking you in
  This is heaven and no longer do you have to sin
  And may God bless your mom and your two children
  Your wife, your family and all your friends
  Everybody stay strong, the good die young
  Where we from it's all wrong, we all confused
  Never know what we have til what we have we lose
  Think Big, we just lost a very big jewel
  Hip-hop itself is at a pit-stop itself
  Seeing Big die I wish the shit would stop itself
  It hurts, you're probably too good for this earth
  Genius at his work
  Made dirty cats wanna get a clean shirt
  Pop Cristal and rock they ice work (word), go Big (go Big)
  Everybody wanted to know Big
  Made the rap biz, glitter like showbiz
  Ask anybody, who could flow Big
  All the cats shined, but you would glow Big
  Frank White lyrically, moved niggaz spiritually
  Made you wanna get a cup, fill it up with Hennessee
  Front in the club and light a dutch where the women be
  If you seen the show then I know you felt the energy
  We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) [x8]
  Just to let y'all know, everything is all real
  But it's sad when a good fella catch a raw deal
  And pain is a part of life that we all feel
  Today this whole rap game is getting more ill
  It make me look back, to where he took rap
  Dude brought the East back, y'all better believe that
  He never had a warning, One More Chance
  was right before him everybody must answer when God's callin
  I flew B's wit him, I blew trees wit him
  Couldn't wait to go on tour across seas wit him
  People seem to get lost and, blow things out of proportion
  Life is worth more than the coffin
  I need answers, and they better be the truth
  Hurts like a bad tooth, we losin mad youth
  Lyrically there'll never be no one above you
  And no matter how they judge you we always gonna love you
  We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) [x4]
  Right now I know you missin it, smokin in peace
  After all this bullshit don't cease, huh Big
  Right now, you and Pac in harmony, probably huggin
  While everybody from Brooklyn to West coast is buggin
  All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign
  As for your son I'ma raise Shorty like he was mine (no doubt)
  It seems that the devil got his stinkin back whooped
  And we should pray for Jesus, and ask for forgiveness
  I can remember all the studio time, getting twisted
  Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it
  We clicked like heels when we first met the
  Junior Ma-f-i-a and Big Po-ppa
  Nearly broke down four times writin this verse
  Filled with wild madness and sadness it hurts
  But ain't no need to cry, cause right now, where you at
  Is more laced than any place a millionaire lived at
  But it's sad that it takes that for us to unite
  The only time you see your family is funeral night
  Christopher Wallace, Frank White, holdin it down
  I guess you with the real king in New York now
  For real
  We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) [x6]
  We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa [x2]
  We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
  We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big)
  We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa, Big Poppa...

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  Some Niggas

  [Jadakiss]
  Spittin the real for all my niggas in prison
  Whether twenty-five to life or skid biddin
  Should've restrained, some of us change and some of us don't
  Most of them kill but some of them won't
  Niggas is big, niggas is small, but all of them brawl
  It could happen during rec or while you makin a call
  One T.V. for the Ricans, other one for the Blacks
  Only cowards get son'ed for the jack
  Only cowards get talked to greasy and be mumblin back
  But me, I grab the banger, I don't care about size
  Hope the whole block watch when I tear out your eyes
  C/O pullin the pin, turtles is comin
  But before I hit the box dog, I'm murderin somethin
  Thick is thick, frail is frail
  Make sure that my name ring bells wheneva I'm in jail
  It's the belly of the beast, bottom of hell
  [Chorus]
  Some niggas make it home and some niggas stay for life
  Some niggas grind wit swords and some niggas find in Christ
  Some niggas live for peace and some niggas live for rec
  You can even stay on the humble or you can have a fight till the death
  [Styles]
  Five ????? two-hundred
  And too blunted for the bullshit
  Comin through the yard on some bullshit
  Call my girl collect, she ain't accept
  Left my man wit ten birds, he ain't connect
  Everybody actin funny, like I ain't comin home
  My laywer is Jewish, my money is long
  You know that it's on
  Two cells down, got cut in the back
  Fucked in the shower for hustling crack
  This shit is for real, you grippin your steel
  Weighin the odds, you King or you Crip
  Blood or you God, Muslin or neutral
  A buck-fifty is real, but a body is crucial
  Cause jail turn boys to men, some men to bitches
  This the place where they end your wishes
  Ain't no more pussy or money
  Just some crackers and the bunch of coward niggas that'll look at you funny
  I should've ??? and book em and took a few dummies
  [Chorus]
  [Styles]
  Nobody wanna die in jail
  Wit they blood and they guts all around they cell
  Only two ways to live, ride or tell
  I ain't never say a word, Mafia rules
  You know the P go to commissary, rockin his jewels
  New Nikes and a walkman, lookin for news
  To bring weed in they ass, chills got me stressed
  and I'm thinking those days I used to breeze on the Ave
  Poppin in the Benz, now I'm in the state
  and I'm locking up at 10, wakin up at 8
  Twenty sets of tens then I take it to the weights
  Niggas getting big, if I can't appeal, I'ma bring it to the pigs
  Grab the ice pick and bring it to they ribs
  Leave em wit a scare, from they belly to the jibs
  I know I'm gonna die but I still gonna ride and blame God that I live

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  Not To Be Fucked With

  [Stylez]
  Another small town cat with a million dollar fetish
  Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant
  Always seem pleasant
  Happy to be present
  Said he past due, shouldn't have been in the essence
  Streets is like your girl, treat it like your wife
  You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe
  You can mess around with guns but death ain't right
  Hold your breath, next step, cause life ain't right
  If you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain't tight
  Stylez hit the darkside, show them the light
  Life ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s
  Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one game
  Tell oxygen he ain't hoppin in
  He a little time nigga, I ain't thinking of stoppin him
  Catch up first, you stretch up worse than them
  Been experts and done less work than them
  With no album, we net worth more than them
  These cats didn't think that the Lox could do it
  Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it
  I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid
  Never crack sidewalks or ride the sewers
  You got some fly shit, but my shit
  Is like the whole city fallin out the sky bitch
  Loud tracks
  I'm the quiet loud ass
  Quick to set it off on your fucking foul ass
  Make six digits eight and cop a palace
  Make every rapper sick and call me malace
  Y'all niggas never know what the Stylez have
  Some shit in the stash that would crack a cow's back
  In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's that?
  Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the track
  Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink Panther black
  [Chorus x2]
  [Jadakiss]
  Who's not to be fucked with?
  [Stylez]
  That's me
  [Jadakiss]
  Who's to be fucked with?
  [Stylez]
  That's them
  Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them?
  [Jadakiss]
  And if they want beef later on I splash them
  [Stylez]
  And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them
  Should I give it to them new style or old fashion
  [Stylez]
  Do I have to break down the walls
  Stay off the floor
  I'm the general dog, I start the war
  Make every m.c. never spit again
  When I leave 'em empty
  No guts, no chest, no brain, no game
  Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk train
  I feel no pain
  Steal cocain
  Fuck black thugs that run through whole gangs
  Anytime that I want it nigga, better listen
  Blunt is the magic wand, I'm the magician
  Stylez is the virus, ain't no physician
  With an anecdote that can stop my colission
  Before you start asking, I'm a start splashing
  When I come through, it's like ten planes crashing
  Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards
  Mashed up, looking through binocs, about to crash in
  What's the next issue?
  Sheek did official
  Called Spielberg, cops get tissue
  So you can rock in the sky when feds come and get you
  Next question is where nasa at?
  We need a hundred g's, can fly, when traffic bad
  When we down on the craps
  We plasmic gats
  Tellin you now you can't fuck with dinero
  Got a lot of space when it seem real narrow
  Sagitarrius style, spittin out arrows
  Hundred at a time, killin a hundred heroes

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  Bring It On

  Ay Yo Swizz
  What's up
  I told you baby this the one right here
  This is the one
  Sheek Louch
  Omigod
  Yo yo yo Ay yo
  [CHORUS x2:]
  Ay yo y'all niggas want war?
  Bring it on c'mon
  Y'all want war with Sheek?
  Bring it on c'mon
  Y'all tryin na stop how I eat?
  Bring it on c'mon , bring it on c'mon , bring it on c'mon
  [Sheek: Verse 1]
  Yo how you gon talk shit when you soft as pudding
  Knowing the work that these real thugs put in
  We too legit
  Let me hear you rap something bout us
  I'ma break the hands of the man who wrote your shit
  We take minks off backs
  Them grime niggas in clubs that make niggas walk
  With them bodyguard cats
  I'm glad I'm free
  I feel like Harriet Tubman came and got me
  >From the white man property
  It's all glitz and glitter but no cash you getting
  You hear the difference in that shit that I'm spittin
  Double R
  That's street shit and that's the way it has to be
  Myself , Sheek Louch , and I'm still MTV
  I can talk about guns
  Go out smack some nuns
  Then flip and do a song with country music and shit
  Don't ever play LOX for no fucking retard
  Cuz your dough aint that long that you can't see God
  Plus these rap niggas out here respect the god
  They know we spit that shit so they respect our sound
  They know how hard a motherfucker is and water that's down
  Here that's that shit right there
  I swear from Yonkers motherfucker
  We'll bust in the air
  Aint nobody killin clouds over here
  Respect us
  You bleed how we bleed
  We bust how you bust
  Yo Swizz help me out sing this chorus for us
  C'mon
  [CHORUS x2]
  [Verse 2]
  Ay yo this here is for them cats that wild nonstop
  Can't dance just play the club and bop
  No respect for the law
  Fuck security son
  Cuz you big that aint stopping me from bustin my gun
  It's a fact that fire burns and shit stink
  It's also a fact that your vest only protectin your chest
  You aint think about your head when you was talkin that mess
  Or this knife
  Across your face scar you for life
  Now do you really wanna rock that ice?
  Heh heh
  Do your security really love your life?
  Or do they just want their check
  You think they gon take one in the neck
  For a nigga with no respect
  For his crew
  Man we don't wear half on Chinese food
  Slept in the same bed
  Same chick gave us head
  Brothers , and we aint gon stop till we all dead
  Aint shit gon change
  Just the dough gon change
  Fuck a Bentley
  I'm good with a rubberband colored range
  I empty a clip at you you send nothing in exchange
  Y'all niggas mad soft no heart all brains
  But what's smart when a dumb dumb burst your heart
  I'm done now but first hold up hold your applause
  I got one question to ask y'all do y'all niggas want war?
  [CHORUS x6]

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  Y'all Fucked Up Now

  Yeah
  Two guns up motherfucker
  Uh huh
  Yeah
  Niggaz runnin around yappin with dicks in they mouth
  My Niggaz
  Shit is serious L.O.X.
  Couldn't even put three niggaz togehther and come up
  With this combination (faggot)
  Shit is fo' real
  [Styles]
  I pack a 4 5
  Puff a blunt and get high
  Don't give a fuck if I die cuz my son is alive
  I grew up doing dumb shit 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
  Fuck around I might run to the west
  Lay low and get blunted to death
  Niggaz is wack
  I can't say it plainer than that
  Dog you shine in the front but it rain in the back
  Fuck the middle
  Cuz the middle do alot and a little
  Stuck in between but y'all niggaz won't see the riddle
  Settle for less
  A general but don't meddle my chest
  Die for my niggas nevertheless
  Can't find a nigga better than S, 'Kiss, and the Luch'
  Every man ahead of the group, regretting the coup
  Y'all niggas want the red in my boots
  Hole in my shirt
  Twist a nigga wig and leave me dead in the dirt
  I see the rollie not move but the shit still work
  Motherfucker that'll make you a jerk, cocksucker
  [CHORUS:]
  Ay yo what y'all gon do now
  Y'all fucked up now
  Niggas
  How deep is your crew now
  Y'all fucked up now
  Don't make us heat you down (you know what I'm sayin ?diego?)
  Y'all fucked up now (This aint no fuckin joke niggas is hungry)
  We the nicest niggas around (Fuck is wrong)
  Y'all fucked up now (yeah yeah ay yo ay yo ay yo)
  [Sheek]
  I pay off blue suits thats Sucio
  And I put drugs in my girl koochie yo
  A bad bitch that kill
  So when you put the dogs on her you smell Massengill Summer's Eve
  Puttin drugs 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 aint the nigga 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 nigga 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 fuck nigga
  [CHORUS]
  [Jadakiss]
  A nigga wanna go to war with Kiss
  Find him a ditch
  Old school niggas 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 aint enough plates for y'all to eat with me
  Stingy nigga 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 niggas 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 fuck we wanna do nigga fuck it

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  Bitches From Eastwick

  [Jadakiss]
  Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh
  Aiyo I woke up in a daze wit da slight headache
  You know tha usual tha studio gettin red late
  Serious jetlag when I get to bed late
  That why I fuck cause I be weak when I get head late
  Today I got a session wit Ronnie I mean Veronica
  Met her last year about a week before Hanukkah
  Sounds foolish I mean honey wasn’t jewish
  But she had a lot of dough and she was nice on computers
  She told me she was born and raised in Bermuda
  And came here to get a job as a tutor
  I pursued make a long story short screwed her
  She moved and she came back still on tha same track
  Same wit same chips ass it was still fat
  I aint really think she wuz a freak
  But she did ask a lotta questions bout Stylez and Sheik
  She called me and said she was in town fo a week
  The Westside, Manhattan, the Suite and tha Marquise
  How I felt about gettin up fo old times sake
  Ima bring Stylez and Sheik wit me datta be great
  Jus have two friendz we gon bring da truck and tha new Benz
  Desert in da stashin da Sony cam zoom lens
  All have ourselves one big hell of a weekend
  Eat at Puff’s joint an catch a show at tha beacon
  Twist a dutch blaze from Y-O to the Hudson
  Pass tha tall one 2-5 we still puffin’
  We got tha heat on a cold night n da winter
  Stylez you remember, Sheik you remember
  [Sheek]
  Oh yeah, I remember dem hoes dat night
  We wuz at da beacon right
  Chris Tucker performing
  All of us wuz in der outside it wuz stormin
  Cats and Dogs
  Aiyyo dese hoes wuz tough
  Besides tha air condition on high we wuz icy enough
  From my neck to da belt buckle to our shoes shall i go on
  Wit 5 of us up front he needed shades to perform
  Mose from tha flo up we inside toe up
  I drink dey smoke no coke
  Besides tha shit he said on stage tha cash we had on us wuz no joke
  I slid fo seats down she sittin der smilin
  Lookin like she from an island not them chicks dat be out wilin’
  Told me dat her name wuz Cindy
  Favorite show Mark and Mindy
  Favorite color green no kids but plan to have plenty
  We chit den chat bout dis n dat
  From what kind of whip she push
  To what bar she be at
  She played hard to get
  But we made it from tha movie to tha jacuzzi
  From tha jacuzzi to the bed
  We fucked until we both got woozy
  Woke up breath stinkin
  Yawnin and shit
  I smelt breakfast in tha kitchen but where wuz da bitch
  I walked in der it wuz cheese eggs and grits on da table
  Wit beef sausages and orange juice next to da cable
  Wit a note sayin sorry I had to rob you baby but
  I need cash like you I aint your ordinary slut
  or dick teaser please I need food in my freezer
  and by the time you read dis note I done been spent yo Visa
  [Stylez]
  I remember Beatrice but niggas like me call her B
  Cause she like to fuck doggy style plus hold da D
  But now I got to handle dis cause dey skandalous
  Cindy robbed shiek and moved to Los Angeles
  Like I wont killa frienz
  Went to bounce stole a Benz
  Note in tha garage
  Tu yall ontaraj
  Yall 3 rugged niggas but yall gotta get robbed
  Dont take it personal we didnt finish the job
  Manaje Twa
  We kill niggas wit dey dick hard
  They got me lookin’at da letta stuff
  Why da fuck dey left da truck
  3 bitches in my house
  probly try to wet me up
  Crept to tha kitchen
  Seen Ronnie by the cabanet
  Tried tha gun holster with tha forty fo maganet
  Shot her in da heart
  Den caught tha earchess fabanet
  Den I seen Cindy
  Tha bitch tried to end me
  Running out da living room
  Bustin off Kissimee
  The bitch couldnt aim
  So I blew her out da frame
  Turned around to Beatrice
  Why you look speachless
  We could have lived it up and jus fucked on tha beaches
  And now you gotta die
  And da stupid bitch is reaching
  B’fo I cocked it back
  I heard tires screeching
  Saw Sheek and James
  Started muthafucking squeezin’

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  Kiss Of Death

  AHH!!
  [Jadakiss]
  They tryin-they comin' for my head po (uh)
  They're tryin' to put pressure on a nigga
  Huh, short notice (uh-huh)
  Got sumpin' for them niggaz though (uh-huh)
  [Verse 1]
  I'm like the Dow Jones of rap, my stocks is high
  And it never was all of, so stop the lies
  Mothafuckas'll blow your brains out, and watch you
  bleed
  The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em watch your seed
  You got a dead niggaz, money don't stop the greed
  That's why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3
  And whoever die first, may god forgive
  The nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your
  To my niggaz when I die, keep inhalin' the lye
  And come to my wake high, when your tellin' me bye
  What goes around comes around, am I comin' or goin'?
  All i'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, gunnin' or
  flowin'
  I might cock-back the gauge, and start shootin' at 'cha
  people
  I'm lookin for the devil ''cause money's the root of
  evil
  And 'Kiss won't be happy 'til my bezel look see-thru
  Until I flood N-Y with pediquo and diesle
  Catch me with the top, off my whip
  Bust my gun while it's still tucked so you could hop,
  off my dick
  I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice
  Blue pacholies and rolies
  At the mob meetin', keep quite when the God speakin'
  Squeeze my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' palm squeakin'
  And nevermind who the lox'll sign to (that's right)
  What difference do it make nigga?
  Just listen to the tape nigga (c'mon)
  [Chorus]
  Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die (uh)
  Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry (uh-huh)
  Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes (yeah)
  Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes (uh)
  Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block (uh-huh)
  Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop (tell
  'em)
  Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really don't expect
  (naw)
  ''cause when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the
  death
  [Verse 2]
  Yeah, Yo, Yo
  I wanna know, is the promise land heaven or hell?
  ''cause the niggaz that made promises, most of them
  fell
  If you hungry, then I got some niggaz servin' the
  shells
  With no sauce, and they silver, only take one to kill
  It's a small world, so you better guard your secrets
  And it's easy to get money, but it's hard to keep it
  Never was the one that like to hound no bitch
  All I do is try to keep niggaz around me rich
  Screw all-a-y'all cowards, I consider you lames
  Had to save my lunch money just to get in the game
  That was back when I used-ta have a mean back-spin
  And no mack-10, it was just bats then
  U know, beat a nigga down, take his rope
  Now we-a, heat a nigga down, take his coke
  And you can call me if you wanna bye them thangs
  I get 'em half-price ''cause papi know my name
  Call me, Jay to the mmwwaa
  And everything you got in your livin room, I got in my
  'Cept for the bar
  I try to put a little money away
  ''cause you know they say, tommorrow ain't promised
  today
  Either bubblin' or strugglin', nuttin between
  Or have a grimie nigga like me, fuckin' ya Queen
  And the Kiss only do shit with niggaz I know (that's
  right)
  And the outside nigga can't fuck up my flow (c'mon)
  [Chorus]
  Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die
  Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry
  Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes
  Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes
  Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block
  Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop
  Everthing you get, you really don't expect
  ''cause when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the
  death

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  You Told Me

  [Sheek]
  Now you can quote me on this
  I bust my gun
  Also quote me on this
  I handle my biz
  I knew it was my house when Run was sayin it was his
  I ain't lying
  Ain't no cords or no steam in this iron
  But it is a permanent press
  Have these 38 shells spray starch your chest
  Leave you stiff
  Coroners make ashes of you
  In rap I'm like God nigga forever above you
  If I don't do it all I just dial my phone
  And you get sprayed through your clothes like you put on cologne
  If it's not violence or drugs I have nothing to spit
  I be lying if I talk some spiritual shit
  Like Kirk Franklin and them
  Y'all just ain't me
  I can't tell you about God but I can tell you about a key
  And what I'll do to God's children if they jerk me
  Hurt me, never, that'll be a sin
  I'ma put the Bible to your head and shoot through Matthew verse 10
  What
  C'mon niggas
  What
  [Chorus: x2]
  You told me you would bust your guns for me
  (Yeah bust your gun dog)
  You said you'd always sling your pounds
  (Sling the hydro green)
  Now you're away and you're all that I need
  (You're all that I need baby)
  But L-O-X will hold it down
  (You know the LOX gonna hold it)
  [Jadakiss]
  I'm back in the game
  I still ride the back of the train
  And sit right next to Jake with a package of Caine
  Niggas say he realer than me you call him a liar
  I got the Audi T T the same color as fire
  You just getting a name
  Putting shit in the game
  Stop faking
  I have your do-rag looking Jamaican
  Holey as the water in the front of the church
  Then find you with no back plus one in your earth
  I can't wait for the day you get murked
  Cause I'ma throw a free party at the Tunnel and give out work
  I love myself, my family, and love my son
  Love my niggas and love white Air Force Ones
  And besides that I'm open off the dro and the guns
  And the head you could get from a hoe in the slums
  Niggas always act silly till you show em the milly
  Then they got the nerve to ask you why you wanna kill me
  [Chorus: x2]
  [Styles]
  I know it ain't right
  For me to swear to God
  But I swear to God that I'll murder you dog
  And I know it ain't right
  For me to sell dope
  Rob stores but I still gotta run from the law
  Twenty niggas in the clique
  How all of us pour
  In a three room apartment and we all on the floor
  I reflect to the days I thought of busting the whip
  Now I come through the scene and niggas cuffing they bitch
  Feel good to see Kiss spend a buck on his wrists
  Or Sheek fronting on a jet ski with a Puerto Rican chick
  I don't rock no jewels
  But I pops my tools
  And I work my coupe to do a buck 68
  P hit you in the head like a dutch to the face
  Or a cup full of liquor
  Come and fuck with you nigga
  Cause I make drug money
  Gotta take blood from me
  If you wanna prove a point pull a joint shoot dummies

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  If You Think I'm Jiggy

  [Chorus]
  If you really dig me, and you think I'm jiggy
  Come on shorty let me know
  We can get together, we can do whatever
  But you cant get no dough
  [Verse 1]
  Yo, since the Mona video you been trackin' me down
  tryin' to figure out how I lookin'perso-nal, Baby
  forget looks tell me can you roll with crooks
  the three hot niggas rising in the Billboard books, nigga
  we look at things through the big lens, big picture
  big Benz we try and make CEO ends,
  the thick chicks love us, big dick style niggas
  Cristal niggas, ya'll finesse this quick style niggas
  you didn't love me when my name was Sean
  Now you should see how bitches act when the Benjamins come on
  but I ain't hatin' em, you gotta love the ways females play
  Quickly use a neglige to getta get-away
  Five stars where the willies stay, and Sheek pay for nothing
  but thats what ya'll herbs get for frontin'
  I spend wild chips gettin' drunk up in the China
  Club, while you up in Skate Key wit a minor
  [Verse 2]
  I know she wit it, I betta brick I could hit it
  Black tie affair I gotta fresh pair of British
  Ice Berg shirts with Ice along with it
  turquoise, 9-11 Porsche and it's tinted
  but honey got alot of jazz, You gotta philly
  You gotta bag, then she went inside the Prada bag
  Blew two and she said it was choice, like my voice
  my thug style made her cat moist
  that's the realest shit I heard, that's my word
  Regardless who she fucked, I'm the nigga she deserves
  I put her on the hole in Jerz, rockin' furs
  different ways to speak without using words
  And even though she proper I still gotta drop her
  Cuz Sheek dont like her, had a dream that he shot her
  I cant buy you ascotta, you get nada
  I'm the bounce with a chick that look a little bit hotter
  [Chorus]
  They was never mine for me to dump em
  its just like checkers, after they make a move then I jump em
  It's like this girlfriend I'm a keep it real,
  every nigga with a deal ain't able to peel
  I'm a Bad Boy so I'm caked up with whips
  And guess what, I got more nuts than chips
  And they gon' melt right in your mouth
  not in your hand, You know that you aint my girl
  I'm not your man
  But do you still wanna lick me?
  or is cause I'm a six figgy niggy, and I know Biggie
  and I dont mess with no fat ladies
  but if you pay like you weigh then you can stay baby
  PJ slide to tha mo like that
  with this honey named trout cuz she blow like that
  and when we finish dont look at me like I owe nothin'
  cuz if you really dig then let me know something
  [Chorus x2]
  [extra verse of album "If You Think I'm Jiggy" by the Lox]
  [Styles:]
  It's a drunk laid out in the V.I.P., can't talk about a 3 on 3
  Heard a freak ask Sheek "Big Luch why don't you pee on me?"
  And her friend is tellin' Jay "I hold a key on me."
  And I'm laughin' to myself, I got a key on me
  And they friend in my ear like Lean On Me
  Told her to get some bare backs and cream on me...
  [Sheek:]
  Yeak Sheek holler to these mommies "Ven aqui..."
  Gas 'em up easily and take 'em home with me
  Who respect this, can't keep her hands off my necklace
  If it's good, next week I'll put her on the guest list...
  [Jadakiss:]
  This goes out to all ya'll
  There's too many names to call but ya'll know who ya'll are
  See me at the bar all eyes on the R...
  O-L to the E-X, sip the Henny and VS
  112 sex styles baby, maybe we can fall in the L.O.X. files
  You betta believe we all scorin', yeah
  We can dance all night and do whatever all mornin'...ha ha...yeah...

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  Who Did You Expect

  [Jadakiss]
  Yo even if I just cooked up, if money's comin give you it moist
  And don't be scared to die, I aint give you a choice
  Niggas'll try to kill you cuz of what they think you got
  And the ambulance'll take longer if they think you shot
  Nigga fuck the bullshit, Kiss keep a full clip
  In front of the store rockin gauze in the woolrich
  Blowin sticky green grass, that'll sit me on my ass
  Wit a mean sports coupe with 160 on the dash
  So what I got a Rollie, and it got alotta ice
  I pull my gun out, and bet I get another one tonight
  Your brother died, bet your mother lose another son tonight
  I'm clever, only time we party, when we beat a body
  Or when they free Gotti, so that means never
  To my niggas in they cell wit a hour of rec
  Or K.L., for beatin a coward to death
  I feel y'all, so feel me, even if y'all guilty
  Time y'all niggas come home, the god'll be filthy
  Even though by then these faggots probably be done killed me
  I tell my son, keep it real, give y'all niggas each a bill
  So what's the deal, niggas y'all know the deal, uh
  [CHORUS: Jadakiss]
  Who did you expect, what, L O X to the death
  And we go hard dog, everytime, nothing less
  Catch us at the dice game, blowin a thou
  Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it down
  We could get it on, any way shape or form
  Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and Sheek
  It aint hot 'less we are niggas we are the heat
  We Are The Streets and we makin it hard to eat
  [Sheek]
  Ayo, you say fuck me, I feel the same way about you bitch
  Niggas made you rich and now you act like this
  Who them thuggest niggas on your team, guns to the triple beam
  Without rap my nickles gleam, drug money make it seem
  Fast, niggas puff hydro and hash like it's nicotine
  Fake niggas, rid o theem, who flip from wealth
  You want space, I give your whole hospital room to yourself
  I got doctors who make housecalls when niggas get hit
  That way the press and the cops run shit, feel me kid
  When it comes to thuggin it, nigga that's my sport
  I even pick up your shells so you won't get caught
  Dumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged playin as bums
  Pop up, shoot through the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs
  Take the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the newsstand
  Walk by me, scream out, "Somebody help this man"
  Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin that
  I'm from Yonkers motherfucker, where the murderers at
  Murderous gat, we bloodline no cur in our pack
  You owe us dough, have it as that, I leave it at that, faggots
  [CHORUS]
  [Styles]
  Spittin to live, two bullets hittin your ribs
  You christen your kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G.
  I won't stop til a thousand niggas fit in my crib
  I won't be happy til my last nigga finish his bid
  All on the top, yeah you could ball in a drop
  I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no callin the cops
  In the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop
  Givin a dime cock, blowin away
  Baggin the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day
  Pick up a quarter, and still throw my chain in the water
  Watch on the floor, bitch I'll put my glock in your jaw
  Niggas think they own a label, just signed a deal
  You poppin that bullshit they might find you killed
  Slum throwin the highway, behind the wheel
  Or you could do it my way, relax and chill
  You could worship SP sell cracks and peels
  Bitch I smack your mouth while you smoke in the field
  Run up in your house, then alarmin your grill
  Drama for real, you never seen honor and will
  Til you wake up in the mornin and your mama is killed

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  U Told Me

  [Sheek: ad libbing]
  [Sheek]
  Now you can quote me on this
  I bust my gun
  Also quote me on this
  I handle my biz
  I knew it was my house when Run was sayin it was his
  I aint lyin
  Aint no cords or no steam in this iron
  But it is a permanent press
  Have these 38 shells spray starch your chest
  Leave you stiff
  Coroners make ashes of you
  In rap I'm like God nigga forever above you
  If I don't do it all I just dial my phone
  And you get sprayed through your clothes like you put on cologne
  If it's not violence or drugs I have nothing to spit
  I be lyin if I talk some spiritual shit
  Like Kirk Franklin and them
  Y'all just aint me
  I can't tell you about God but I can tell you about a key
  And what I'll do to God's children if they jerk me
  Hurt me , never , that'll be a sin
  I'ma put the Bible to your head and shoot through Matthew verse 10
  What
  C'mon niggas
  What
  [CHORUS x2:]
  [Eve and Jadakiss]
  You told me you would bust your guns for me
  (Yeah bust your gun dog)
  You said you'd always sling your pounds
  (Sling the hydro green)
  Now you're away and you're all that I need
  (You're all that I need baby)
  But L-O-X will hold it down
  (You know the LOX gonna hold it)
  [Jadakiss]
  I'm back in the game
  I still ride the back of the train
  And sit right next to jake with a package of caine
  Niggas say he realer than me you call him a liar
  I got the outtie T T the same color as fire
  You just gettin a name
  Puttin shit in the game
  Stop fakin
  I have your doorag lookin Jamaican
  Holey as the water in the front of the church
  Then find you with no back plus one in your earth
  I can't wait for the day you get murt
  Cuz I'ma throw a free party at the Tunnel and give out work
  I love myself , my family , and love my son
  Love my niggas and love white Air Force Ones
  And besides that I'm open off the dro and the guns
  And the head you could get from a hoe in the slums
  Niggas always act silly till you show em the milly
  Then they got the nerve to ask you why you wanna kill me
  [CHORUS x2]
  [Styles]
  I know it aint right
  For me to swear to God
  But I swear to God that I'll murder you dog
  And I know it aint right
  For me to sell dope
  Rob stores but I still gotta run from the law
  Twenty niggas in the clique
  How all of us pour
  In a three room apartment and we all on the floor
  I reflect to the days I thought of bustin the whip
  Now I come through the scene and niggas cuffin they bitch
  Feel good to see Kiss spend a buck on his wrists
  Or Sheek frontin on a jet ski with a Puerto Rican chick
  I dont rock no jewels
  But I pops my tools
  And I work my coupe to do a buck 68
  P hit you in the head like a dutch to the face
  Or a cup full of liquor
  Come and fuck with you nigga
  Cuz I make drug money
  Gotta take blood from me
  If you wanna prove a point pull a joint shoot dummies

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  The Heist (part I)

  [Jadakiss]
  At the table sayin' a prayer holdin' hands
  And we got two stolen Benz everything's according to plans
  If anybody in the fam gets pinched
  Don't worry 'bout your kids control your wench
  Don't worry 'bout the money it's gon' get rinsed
  And don't worry 'bout me I won't approach the bench
  Now let's roll out and get that paper retho
  It might look easy but it's not sweet though
  It's either do this shit now or don't eat yo
  This is real life this ain't no TV show
  Word up- backed out
  With the macs out
  'Nuff clips to shoot four duffels full of loot
  22 Dilinger a piece for the boot
  Couple of bombs
  Remote for the alarms
  Outside still runnin' two big black 1500s
  Me and Styles wasn't blunted
  Must be your point to deal with money
  Even though I was nervous somehow it was still funny
  I hopped in one son hopped in the other
  Word to mother both trucks burn rubber
  Figure we could blanff with a mil or two
  In a tentacle
  I pulled up behind chemical
  Doors locked Styles left the other one
  Down four blocks it's on now ready or not
  [Styles]
  Synchronize your watch feed time to cops
  Get the rocks out the safety deposit box
  Kisses here and up all the guards on watch
  And the first thing I grab honey in the fotch
  Split for nothing
  You get the same you hit the button
  Before we hit the safe
  Where's the videotape
  Gotta look it in the face- forget it
  I want your eyelids in the bag got your seven digits
  Money and death- what you pick?
  And don't be a prick your life is worth more than chips
  Money is paper and the banks built bricks
  All of a sudden I heard a different gun's clip
  I couldn't be hit
  Cuz I didn't feel shit
  So I duck into cover
  Yell for my brother
  I yell yo
  [Jadakiss]
  Then I yell yo back
  You can bounce now dog I filled up two sacks
  Here's the dough keys to the truck go get in it
  Cuz time is our life and we ain't got a minute
  I looked outside and I saw the Lieutenant
  And I thought to myself, "Damn, Styles is finished!"
  We ain't come this far for this shit to happen
  Damn, nigga better get the Captain
  Heard six shots 'bout three hit the Captain
  Heard a few more but by then they attacked him
  Area surrounded parking lot packed in
  Just knocked my man off now I was trapped in
  But you know I'm going out in a blast
  With this last pineapple like they use in M*A*S*H
  And as soon as enough cops've filled up the room

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  Scream L.O.X.

  One , one , one
  Yeah!
  It's the second time around!
  Ya know , ya heard , (y'all know who this is)
  The real L.O.X. (no doubt)
  As we proceed
  To get rid of that bullshit (that's right)
  And give you what you need
  [CHORUS:]
  Scream L
  Cuz we livin and we love the life
  Scream O
  We official and we override
  Scream X
  Cuz we experts and experienced (who is it nigga)
  We gon kill till we die and be ruff when we ride
  (One more time c'mon)
  Scream L
  Cuz we livin and we love the life
  Scream O
  We official and we override
  Scream X
  Cuz we experts and experienced
  We gon kill till we die and be ruff when we ride
  [Sheek]
  Who that kid that
  Fly in his truck
  High as fuck
  Mami on my side she weeded I'm henneseyed up
  Wet like flipper
  Dick on my zipper
  Kind of soft
  Waitin for this bitch to finish her weed to suck me off
  I'm done now
  Step out my truck then peep out my style
  Place a hundred in this bum cup in front of Mr. Child
  Glock 19
  Laser beam
  Fuck it no vest today
  No stress today , that's how I'm feelin today
  But if y'all shoot you think I won't put this bitch in my way
  I got love for my niggas that's deeper than lava
  Hotter than lava
  You point him out I'll pop the revolver
  Two years in jail and I don't need no package or nothing
  Sheek Louch true to this shit
  Y'all niggas is frontin
  We some evil motherfuckers you can tell when we smirk
  Comes to money we aint got no patience like doctors who don't work
  We drink till it don't hurt
  And the pain go away
  Now who you know out there who's fuckin with Sheek, Styles, and J
  C'mon
  [Styles]
  What comes around goes around and I'm waitin to die
  I smoke weed in a cloud make my face in the sky
  I get blasted off the liquor, sell drugs, carry a 5th
  Fuck with my dogs
  Till they put me in a morgue
  And even when I'm alone it's me and my toast
  Me and my ghost
  I wonder who get heated the most
  If you didn't live the life you probably couldn't relate
  I turn your face into pudding in the hood with an 8th
  Niggas beef over crack sales
  Scrap over hood rats
  Die over dice games
  You fuckin with us
  And I'ma still pop shit ridin up on a bus
  Like I'ma fuck a nigga up when I'm outta these cuffs
  And blow three niggas down cuz only cowards'll bluff
  Play it sweet when it's sour as fuck
  Calicoed up
  Money and the jewels and the powder is up
  I'ma make a nigga leak like I hit him with dust
  [Jadakiss]
  Nowadays it cost money to breathe
  That's why I tote around three
  Ankle to waist and one in my sleeve
  Fuck security y'all can give that money to me
  Cuz when the bullets go off they be under the tree
  I'm at your chick's house bagging up
  Groupies styled out
  The Kool-Aid too sweet and the phone don't dial out
  You don't gotta like me
  I show up to your wedding
  Rockin a white tee
  Your wife like oohh-wee
  And if I dance wit her
  Then I got a chance wit her
  But I aint gonna do her
  I'ma wait till after the honeymoon to screw her
  And let niggas run through her
  For y'all that's behind that wall blockin the street
  Homemade doorags off the top of the briefs
  Everybody get they turn to live
  You just gotta know when it's your turn don't burn your bridge
  And all the real niggas will die the worms'll live
  And that's real fucked up but that's how shit is
  Scream it

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  Recognize

  Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff Ruff
  Huh...Ruff Ryders (Ryde or Die (overlap))
  Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
  Ruff Ryders..(..ta fuck i'm talking about right here)
  Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
  Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
  Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
  Don't get it twisted ya'll (yea yea yea (overlap)
  [Jadakiss]
  Now I know you couldn't wait to hear 'Kiss over Premier
  Kill you on tape then, watch it over a beer
  cause you ain't nothing but a movie with expensive footage
  That's the reason they gon' leave you with expensive bullets
  Ain't none of y'all better than LOX
  Have all of y'all dressed up in a suit, dead in a box
  Me and my niggas get Redd-er than Foxx
  And I don't care if I love you, I still want head of the drop
  Niggas runnin' round talkin' that Y-2-K shit
  Crackheads'll still gon' want that gray shit
  that's why I'ma always cop the yay quick
  so I suggest all of y'all stay on Jay dick
  Too hard for MTV, not black enough for BET, just let me be
  Give me all my royalty money, and let me greed
  and I'ma have hoes for six, and hash for three
  [Chorus]
  Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
  Don't get it twisted y'all
  Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
  L to the O to the X (fade)
  Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
  Don't get it twisted y'all
  Recognize, Recognize, Recognize (Ruff Ryders)
  L O X niggas (fade)
  Don't get it twisted y'all
  [Sheek Luchion]
  Ayo I give it to you point blank, in your mom's place
  So like +Point Break+ with a mask on with president's face
  clear my space, when big sheek crash the boards
  Y'all aint just mark niggas, y'all Hallmark niggas
  With all that soft ass writin might as well be in cards
  You gon' gamble with your life, when I launch these torpedos
  that'll shoot the crack out your ass at Foxwood Casinos
  Just me and my gambino's drunk as fuck
  with a time parking lot DVD in a trunk
  I been drunk most my life, don't ask me why
  Through ninth grade, I ain't go to high school
  I went to school high
  And I don't care what y'all got, that shit don't excite me
  I'm black and deadly and my burner just like me
  and I'm quick to stick one of y'all on tour
  with the Sheraton, see what yours can be mine
  without, inheritin, give up your chains
  and them little diamonds in your ear
  Is it worth your family cryin and the doctor yellin "clear"?
  [Chorus]
  [Styles Pinero]
  If I knew heaven had a ghetto that was sweeter than here
  You know P would pack his bag and just leave next year
  but I got a son to raise
  So I'ma stay in this hell and I gotta gun to blaze
  If you play with the L dot O dot X dot at the end
  we the niggas that's gon' leave, with the pot at the end
  Never too young to die or too old to live
  ? to bust your gun, go home and mold your kid
  I'm ashamed I sell crack but I'ma ryde for the moment
  Know the concequence I'ma die with +The Omen+
  Two is better than one, there's three of The LOX
  Ki in a pot, key in the drop, key to the top
  father, son, and holy ghost of rap
  3 in a 1 seein a gun and usin' it dog
  Dope in a six, coke in a five, weed in a four
  Ice is for my niggas, but the heat is for y'all

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  Go 'Head

  [Styles]
  Ruff Ryder Nigga, Volume 2
  We show niggas the meaning of ryde or die
  So all that bullshit you talking, go head nigga
  [Jadakiss]
  You don't gotta slap me five or give me a hug
  And it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love
  But I'm gone deal wit my enemies sooner
  Cause I got'em looking for my solo album like Kennedy Jr.
  Fuck crush ice, go head and get your shine on
  I'm bout to cop rocks that y'all niggas can climb on
  Don't worry bout why I ain't got mine on
  I want some new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on
  Things ain't all good right now
  Cause some more niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
  Y'all can stop acting like that nigga J gone squeeze
  Cause all I got is misdeameanors and some ACD's
  Y'all gon make me lay something down I promise
  And Puff wear scarmas and listen to Carl Thomas
  Fuck runnin and hidin, we copping more guns
  An we coming outside cause somebody gotta die
  [Chorus]
  Go head you know we getting plenty of Dough
  Go head you know we lighting plenty of dro
  Go head you know we coming from Y-O
  Go head truly though Go head really though
  Go Head you know we hitting plenty of hos
  Go head you know we ripping plenty of shows
  Go head you know we coming from Y-O
  Go head truly though Go head really though
  [Sheek]
  Now I warned y'all niggas that Sheek was the one
  Now I'm warning y'all niggas that I got my gun
  Read' to kill, don't worry bout no doctor bill
  It ain't gone be one of those, just yo' casket closed
  LOX, nah you rather fuck wit the cops
  cause I'll pop and turn y'all like the optimum box
  Mo pay-per-view, this trey-eight will do
  some'in ugly and let the morgue zip up your crew
  Wanna hope on our dicks and go Willie yo bikes
  and wear Ruff Ryder tees, motherfucker please
  You a Pocanos nigga, why don't you stick to the skis
  And I don't hear a nigga raps no more
  So I don't bother to go in the store an cop y'all shit
  Only time I cop y'all shit if Lox on it
  I shoot you in yo mouth ain't no calling the cops
  I want my shit back like Castro and Elian's pop
  [Chorus]
  [Styles]
  I'm always that, I'm always this
  But the floor stay nasty like hallway piss
  If you here the P spitting it's a deep ass song
  When I die mama bury me wit street clothes on
  Cause drama be the threapy, the beef goes on
  should've been speaking out of it makes it a lot
  But I was fucking wit the savages, kicking the drop
  Live for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
  Catch me smoking my weed or fucking your whore
  Push my whip to the limit kind of hoping it flip
  Throw my clip to the tip kind of hoping you flip
  I feel sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myself
  So I got mixed feelings about this hussling shit
  I keep saying I'm gone quit after a couple of bricks
  But I can't stop building and I don't pop children
  But I got no problem kidnapping a bitch

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  Goin' Be Some Shit *show lyrics

  Goin' Be Some Shit *

  I think it's time I start feelin bitchy
  I've been too nice, too muthafuckin long
  Yeah, it's definately time I get nasty
  (Goin' be some shit)
  [Sheek:]
  Yeah, yo, well if I can't talk less squall finish streets like the westerns
  Ten paces, turn around and squeeze at unfamiliar faces
  First y'all industry niggas shut the fuck up
  Swear you know a nigga's shit by readin the Vibe
  Well some faggit-ass reporter don, wrote in your life
  I stop the presses, don't let this be your last interview you do
  I say it straight, print it straight to avoid this bullet wound boo
  And y'all niggas kill me with that Windy Williams shit
  Well see a playa [?], swear a nigga Puff jerkin niggas money
  Something ain't right, them niggas ain't got no whips
  Where they rolley's at, but fuck y'all we got more chips
  Shit y'all doin nothin, I can buy a [?] for a bitch
  Now let me see what else, oh yeah these hoes act like we married
  We ain't engaged, don't be mad if I don't take you backstage
  Yo, if I hit that I hit that, why don't you leave it at that
  Instead you try to star sixty-nine my bitches on jacks
  That's why you get smacked, cause y'all hoes ain't never gon' learn
  That's why many of these younger brothers don't go on that turn
  As for y'all MC's, whoever write your rhymes
  Might as well hold your microphone, thats how I feel if it ain't your own
  But we spit as indivually writ, why you paid sixteen stars to write your
  sixteen balls
  Bought like sixteen cars and ain't like none of them yours
  Y'all niggas lucked up and made it through these doors, shut the fuck up
  [Chorus:]
  Shut the fuck up
  (Hot damn)
  (Goin be some shit)
  [Sheek:]
  Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo I pump up, get big walk through the party jig
  Hat back, tattoos thats straight to the bar, kid
  No weed, healthy as an ox the big man from Lox
  You see solo in some spots, no crew just blocks
  The freaky one, mom said I was soon to be done
  Because I sexed more, and my career's yet to begun
  But I can't help that, you bless me with they looks and pops with the yanks
  So now the dimes gimme brain, and spot me faster in his hand
  Sheek baby, my style been rough until Puff showed me the better things in life
  And how to live phat like Biggie, so I present my shit like that
  Half rough half jiggy, this part time college nigga, part time job
  Had to taste the cake one time and decided to rob, and buy drugs
  Caught slippin almost got Sheek plugged, Jack Daniel, dog
  Shorty rushed the buildin with the pump out, he spit around I'm like, whoa!
  I guess it was God that pushed my head down, cause I ain't know, word yo
  And since then neither religious or christian, but I keep the faith in Him
  Plus the desert eagle clan, so if niggas click they know by now they better
  [?], wha
  [Chrous]
  [Sheek:]
  Yo, aiyyo, my whole click been ConAir, everytime we fly but we don't jack shit
  We play it cool when in doubt no cash, platic, gats plastic
  Now thats sweet, unditected, so when I walk through the scanners it don't beep
  I hear fuck Sheek, fuck the Lox, Styles, and Jay, so what they signed to Bad
  Puff jerkin them anyway, but the difference is if i'm gettin jerked I'm still
  seein noise
  Push the big boy toys that fly by like zooms
  So I sit and [?] like a bitch, Lox in Cancun
  Up in daddios fuckin wild hoes, the groupy chicas
  So fuck y'all, we paid y'all [..?..], we train hard continuously, cause we
  smart
  I rock you ran up them stairs, we run up charts and won't stop til one of us
  depart
  With one through the heart, but even then that won't stop us
  Cause or spirit gon' guide us, till we rich and old, hand worn down from
  arthritis
  In the hall of fame, we killed this game in your website like spiders
  Old and gray we're still the same Lox you can't divide us, wha

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  Felony Niggasshow lyrics

  Felony Niggas

  [Verse 1]
  Shhh (Two guns up mothafucka, Two guns up mothafucka) [overlap]
  Real shit...Styles P Shit..
  If P want you dead, I aint comin' wit niggas
  Just a blunt and a tre pound, plenty of liquor
  So ya homies got something to pour
  That's that old school shit
  I aint tryin' to put you under the floor
  I'm tryin' ta bang niggas over the clouds
  and I heard you say you rich
  so you can't get lower than Styles
  kill everybody dead just so noone can smile
  play the streets my whole life and i been flowin' a while
  biget i rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my other nigga
  was shoot shit i'm tellin' the truth
  If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse
  My niggas hustle from first to first
  Twelve months in a year
  Gun on your waist, Blunt in your ear
  Pat in your sock, Trade at the back of the block
  With a fein watchin' for knorx till the shit get dark
  We jump in the hoop ride, instead of the six
  While you lookin' for a bitch, we lookin' for a brick
  That we can cook by six and give the whole block a fix
  Catch me on "?" gettin' sixty a shift
  Holidy Styles, nigga I aint nothin' but streets
  Just as hard as the shit, that be under your feet
  And the only time i front is with a blunt and a beat
  To show niggas that I'm nice and they aint fuckin' wit me
  [Chorus]
  Felony Niggas
  Cop Cock Heavily Niggas
  That'd arm rob seventy niggas
  You know
  Murderin' niggas
  You want doe, they servin' you niggas
  Stay on fifth, Gettin' swervin' on niggas
  You know
  Wheather we ryde or we die we gonna get this doe
  [Verse 2]
  All I know is drugs and guns
  and plenty of weed
  and that bitch that suck dick
  and niggas that bleed
  and if you're rich before you go
  get a watch and a drop
  you better hit the court house
  and better bail out the block
  if your son aint worth shit
  niggas'll smuggle your daughter
  I come through in a Porshe
  The same color as water
  I got weight, what you want
  I can cover the order
  They call me Boss when I cross the border
  Six shot "caught her?"
  I hear niggas say my face is screwed
  But I'll put six in your stomach nigga
  lace your food
  Scream "Fuck Every Rapper" that hate that I'm rude
  But that's that SP shit, you can take it or move
  We can let the bullets spill, till we all get killed
  There's only six nice rappers
  If you wanna be real
  Niggas die everyday from talking that dumb shit
  That where they're from shit
  All that mean to me is you can get your gun quick
  Just another dumb bitch
  Go to church to get the holy ghost
  I did my dirt and got the holy ghost
  Look at the world through a niggas eyes
  Dont be a bitch, you gonna live and die
  Rivin' in the sky, but no love when you slither by
  I pray to god that we make it to heaven
  But the only thing we makin' is channel eleven
  You know four, five and seven, hot as fuck
  And every rapper be dead, if they were hotter than us
  But since niggas still alive they should be tellin you somethin'
  You aint hear from Holiday, he aint tellin' you nothin'
  You know..cocksucker..
  [Chorus x2]

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  Dope Moneyshow lyrics

  Dope Money

  What, what?
  (This goes out to the general public)
  Yo.. you over there Styles? - Yeah dog
  (Anybody sleepin on us)
  Second album nigga - two guns up nigga
  Real L.O.X. - blaze!
  "We Are the Streets" nigga, y'all know who the best
  (C'mon) Fuck y'all niggas wanna do - what, what?
  (Let's go)
  [Verse One]
  Couldn't live the life I live (yo why's that)
  I could die any minute, I get high every minute
  Fuckin with snake niggas, and sleepin with foul bitches
  Came through in the latest whip with two pounds in it
  Pull over where the hustlers be (and why's that)
  Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin ki's
  So I'm always where the powder be at (what it mean)
  I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that
  Stay away from where the cowards be at (why's that)
  Time is money god, and you can't get an hour back
  Or I would do it again to get the power back
  Have Godfather status, make niggas bow to that
  You could all shine and glitter and keep the ones
  Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up
  Make a lot of money, look bummy and what
  Cause money aint shit, respect is everything
  So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit
  I smoke blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit
  I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch
  They say the good die young, all that mean to me
  is that the hood die young, we call it the last days
  What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in
  Or blowin weed smoke on the cops that write tickets
  Henny iy up, shit we can semi it up
  Have a picture of you on the wall, 'In Memory Of'
  Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood
  We tryin' to get money like chinks in the hood
  They ask me how I'm doing now - I tell 'em better than them
  And if your man front - he can get eleven in him
  And if you told them once - then you better tell him again
  Ay yo, now let's see
  Who you know fuckin with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss, and S.P.
  [Chorus: The L.O.X.]
  From dope money to rap money, back to dope money (C'mon)
  From loaded guns to empty ones, over dope money (Let's go)
  We got the car house and the smoke, with the dope money (C'mon)
  All my niggas that died, over dope money (Let's go)
  Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas (C'mon)
  If we get the RICO law, we go run and hide niggas (Let's go)
  Death is the only thing that might divide niggas (C'mon)
  So don't fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go)
  [Verse Two]
  Basically speakin, all I know your face will be leakin
  I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend
  A nigga hoppin all over the map - and what you learned
  That niggas with long paper take longer to crack
  That's why every chance I buy me a gat
  Why you rather buy you a chain - I aim at your brain
  Nigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon go broke
  when we could always take all y'all dough
  And then fly out to Cuba and get in the coke fields
  Die off the buddha, fifty with fifty mill
  Bring drama cause Gianconna got Kennedy killed
  If you come through in a jet, then you frontin to us
  Cause when the coke price was up - it was nuthin to us
  We got blocks full of heroin - weed and dust
  Seen bullets pop off - cause of greed and lust
  And when the big dogs die - who gon feed the pups
  My niggas is here, so you know the circle is tight
  I circle the block, and cut off the lights - pray to Christ
  And when the cops come, we don't care, we got shotguns
  And niggas with the most ice, get the hot ones
  Stay on your job, nigga I'ma stay on mine
  And if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow online
  And by next year, we should have a thousand guns
  Nigga Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One

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  Everybody Wanna Ratshow lyrics

  Everybody Wanna Rat

  [Sheek]
  uh, yo, yo
  Hey Yo it's fucked up, in the right hand
  Flash his badge with his left hand
  On some Donnie Brascoe shit, forget about it
  Made men, should hang with made men
  Not the wife and children, that's when rats come in
  It be your girl in the palor, talking like shit rich
  And next to her, gettin her nails done is your enemy's bitch
  Now you stuck, cuz she in there, leeking, speaking
  Not knowing, she being, followed, on the decan
  Niggas talk to feds like, it's a sport
  Lord forbid the head nigga get caught
  And watch the whole family tree break down, faster than you thought
  I watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt
  Next week he outside front, how he get out?
  Now that's guapo nigga ?? his family talk ??
  Mexico for safety you get twist for that sammy shit
  Thinking you threw with the feds and all that
  That's when they got you, just like that kid from Strapped
  I stay, clear to mubblers who mubble to the cops
  Brick fumblers who just want a nigga popped
  But the only thing I pop is my burners in the dark
  [CHORUS]
  [Jadakiss]
  Yo it's like that cha'll (that cha'll) Time to stack ya'll (stack ya'll)
  Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll (wanna rat cha'll)
  And it don't even matter where you at cha'll (where you at cha'll)
  When the feds come and get you that's that cha'll (that's that cha'll)
  [Repeat]
  [Styles]
  Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a demo
  Switch up ya ammo, fill out the memo
  Now you got the dogs locked up in the kennel
  Rat, talking to the cops like that
  On a 3-4 P you can't cop like that
  You ain't have a chance, fly from Japan
  Talk to the judge, get you out the can
  My man had the same case (that's my word)
  Spent three years in the same place, He still there
  Came down for a pill, it was still real there
  Money came between us, know you seen us
  Move like the teamsters in the beamers
  Get blacked down and hit the cleaners
  The feds know everything, who bled and everything
  Before we got red, honeys giving us head
  Herion and guns is on the files of Styles
  But they came in the crib, lifting the towel
  Heard the sergent scream out "start stripping the child"
  And they blew down the door ?? snitching involved
  Wonder who? A boss, or a nigga under you
  Probably figure it out, when you sit for one or two
  Six months in bail, is how you catch a snail
  Moving real slow, tryin to steal dough
  [CHORUS]
  [Jadakiss]
  Lies to the story, mines yours and the truth
  What you talk for? They ain't even had no proof
  But you play this street business, all in the street
  To visit him now, you gotta drive for a week
  What you expect? Messing with the guard so tough
  Fuck calling his bluff, they made him put his cards up
  Your hands, wrists, and neck was rocked up
  Now 23 hours a day you locked up
  Your girl, she out in the world, knocked up
  By some cat you supposed that shot up
  Man enough to eat steak wit em, get cake em
  But you scared to go upstate wit em
  Where you going, you won't get good sleep no more
  See the street no more, or skeet no more
  Ride around in the P, with the heat no more
  From top to not even on your feet no more
  'Fore they gave ya any time, you spoke your mind
  Since they giving out jerseys, get on line
  For your football numbers, wanna take us all under
  What happened to shorty? They gave him tall numbers
  I don't think so, I don't think so either
  But he told em every thing he knew and made em hit the ??

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  Feel It In The Airshow lyrics

  Feel It In The Air

  [Styles P:]
  Sort of like the wind blowing
  Man get shot in the head
  That's the end for em
  Like ghost face on da them purple tapes
  Everybody working late
  Tryin to make perculate
  Like da kite on a *breazy day
  Did things the fast way
  To live like the esay way
  But it don't sound right to me
  So I gotta pray to god dat he show da light to me
  Dat the cops going come soon
  Real hot outside somebody ganna pop soon
  Sombody get locked up tryin to get rich
  So those bricks gettin chopped up
  Like segal in the sell n***** he can feel the evil right now he up in hell n*****
  U sayin go hard or go home
  S*** you the gost stayin floating in ya own zone
  [Jadakiss:]
  Either U a Fellin
  Or You dead
  Or u tellin
  Or runnin behind
  A nappy headed bitch who be tellin
  I don't want to relax with the stars
  I just want the finances to match with the bars(come on)
  The drought is commin
  Bullets went through his back and out his stomach(Un)
  The world keeps turnin B
  One in the box and one in the infermory(yeah)
  They goin always need cheebah
  But dust juice is bite'n I need me a 3 liter
  More money for me
  Then I can really turn it up on Em'
  With 20's a C
  Hate'n in the worst ahy
  Shorties commin home violate'n on they first day
  Light'n the purple, Tight'n ya circle(un huh)
  Cause when the hate'n commin frome home base
  It hurt chu
  [Sheek Louch:]
  Ayo, I see the scheme'n
  They think um dreamin
  But I ain't sleepin
  Um watchin them 2
  I get out the car to get a cigar
  They think it sweet cause I ain't with my crew(watup dawg)
  The hammers on me but I don't want beef
  I swear to god um just passing through(ain't Nun)
  I hear them talkin about my chain
  So If he go for it what umma do?
  Can U feel it can u feel it
  The time thy gone give me if this nigga try to steal
  They think um rich they want my bitch
  They want my car they think umma star
  Police is watching they want me to clap
  And kill this young boy and screw up my rap
  Um hearin Sigel inside my head
  He tellin me chill my eyes is red

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  Dirty Ryders

  [The Lox]
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  What up Looch (What up, what up D-Block)
  We did it again shocks, no doubt
  Yeah (It's The Lox!) Still, ain't nothin' changed (Still a ghost)
  It's still a ghost baby (Come on, what's up, yeah, yeah, yeah)
  You see me don't say shit nigga (Grab ya burner and bust off)
  What (Uh huh, uh huh) yo, hey yo...
  [Sheek]
  You know that motherfucker Sheek Looch is a gladiator
  Like Russell Crowe, with my heat in a rad-iator
  I come through slow you out there I'm lettin' it go
  I got fire for ya ducks you want lissome dro
  That's why I ain't got mercy for pigs
  Off the roof, I let shit parachute to their wigs and their kids
  I treat their face like I'm goin' to my safe
  Ten to the left, six to the right (Ha ha)
  240 pounds and I ain't tryin' to fight
  And they don't make cuffs strong enough to lock me in
  And your vest ain't thick enough to stop all ten
  The sergeant be callin' up ya next-of-kin
  But FUCK THAT my guns gotta speech problem
  They stutter when they spit
  Go through you when they hit
  My shit ain't got no manners
  Chromed out sniper rifle with the tank bananas, uh uh
  [Hook: Jadakiss]
  Training day, you could hear the sirens
  All the cops crooked like who you people jivin'
  Head shots, shoot between the eyes
  And bullets in the dome like all you cowards dyin'
  Knife work, stab you in the heart and the throat
  And we don't leave till you gargle or choke
  And we Black Mob, L-O-X guerilla niggas
  Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga
  [Styles]
  I love my niggas, why wouldn't I
  Die for my motherfuckers, how couldn't I
  Want a lot of things but it just ain't affordable
  Only thing that count when you die is what they thought of you
  Kid comin' through with a clip full of cop killers
  Booted out something decent
  Up to light a blunt, wild out, and shoot it out with the precinct
  Cops stay crooked, my niggas ain't nice see
  Cause the block stay cookin' I'm coolin' it off
  When the pigs come through they medullas is off
  Where I'm from dog you rude or you soft
  If you say you a killer niggas'll ask you who did you off
  So P keep this hustlin' up
  When it comes to these guns or these knives nigga I'm fuckin' you up
  And baby we can knuckle it up
  I'm always up for a brawl
  S-P and I done been through it all
  [Hook]
  [Sheek]
  Hey yo, now I know you seen niggas with half a bodies
  On top of skateboards, the work of shotties
  Shit bags and all that, back to potties
  I ain't a playa but my nine keeps em' hotties
  And we don't run when we hear [* Police Sirens *]
  I just hit em' off with cake so they give us a break
  And let us know who rattin'
  I leave their bodies in the middle of Manhattan
  Where Wall Street at, come on
  [Styles]
  I said all the cops hate us and they got a good reason to
  Forty bricks a month, no account unbelievable
  Homicide here and there, bitches in pajamas
  Holdin' llamas in they dairy-air, playin the fun
  We the 3-5-4 boys, play if you one
  All they do is call the cop on us
  See us in the hood they know we got the glocks on us
  Poppin' em' off
  Niggas call me the cab driver now I'm droppin em' off

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  Yonkers Taleshow lyrics

  Yonkers Tale

  [background singing, children playing]
  This is the north part of Yonker
  Their home
  A whole world all to itself
  You could get to any borough 30 minutes from here
  It might as well be 3,000 miles away
  Over there, that's Alexander Street Precinct
  The sounds of the sirens fill the neighbornood
  It was around 1997
  L-O-X was the sound of the street
  [short clip of a song by the Lox]
  Felt like there was a Bad Boy in every corner back then
  Was the time then
  Mike Tyson was about to fight Holyfield
  For the heavyweight title
  Tyson was that nigga, word up
  Pops used to sneak us into the gambling spot
  To watch the fight on pay-per-view
  That's Gettys Square
  That's where everything went down at
  I'll talk to y'all about that later
  Over there
  That's the hill
  That's where we got rated at
  Cops battling
  A little red house
  59, Chestnut Street, second floor
  That's the lookout store
  Ayo when shit was moving slow at the spot

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  Chain Gangshow lyrics

  Chain Gang

  [Jadakiss]
  Yeah, what the fuck?
  [Sheek]
  Lox baby
  Sheek Louch, Jadakiss, Styles too
  Blackrob, what the fuck, all up in this mother fucker
  [Jadakiss]
  Bad boy
  Stay back nigga
  [Sheek]
  Ay yo, you want 15 G's thats stuffed in my pocket?
  Nigga stop it, that bullshit you talking go reherse that at Rockets
  Puff lye I pay dues, that nigga with a tattoo
  The thin Ha (Yonkers slang), these motherfuckers gonna watch the Little
  Rascals
  When I say I bust my shit, believe it all the way
  And the summer times where the Chochas show where one in her leg
  If you could walk still, every block in Yonkers be hot still
  With miners that will bust you down faster than cops kill
  Niggas still front and step to you, falsley accused
  that they just shot and you can still be the judge boo
  I die for my 354 niggas, with the young stoned niggas
  Lox are my heart, cold niggas
  Sheek give it to you, like a bitch with a disease
  that got AIDS on her lips and wish and hope you bleed
  So if you want it, Fuck It!
  In the Benz I'll be there, you gonna rot like
  a dead Luco (spanish slang) under the stairs
  [Blackrob]
  Yeah yo, I swing that ass through the E-R, now I'm out the D-R
  heared in New York, y'all was looking for the Hee Haw
  Lads is sweatin' us, we are four of the baddest
  I'm the one that go stick you for all the cabage
  The icon, doing this shit since Stride-on
  Perpitrating ass niggas like you, I keep my eye on
  I rake em, roll em, like smoke from Peter Ross
  Then I hold em, stole em, work hard to be the boss
  My fashion is Kumb-a-i, or else I'm attackin'
  Dukes frontin acting like they toughest then napkins
  Spittin', them bullshit crimes I stay hittin'
  not forgeting, the bullshit crimes and ass whippings
  The whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace mines from the waistlines
  Niggas is scared to face mine
  See I'm a criminal, so after this interview
  I'ma bend a few, Fuck It! Could we sin a few?
  I put one into you, I promise to God
  It's about time y'all niggas pay homage to Rob
  [Styles]
  You can catch me on the low with a Calico bitch,
  I got flow while she's bagging her shit
  Comin' thru in a '98 wagon, lavender shit
  imagine the shit, used to be like packing the clip
  Cop in the truck the S-C cockin' to dump
  You can find me with my enemy coppin' his blunt
  When I'm finished niggas ask which block do I want
  My pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht with a blunt
  What you know about daimonds, nigga knockin' the pump
  While on my spare time I learned to market Heron
  I'm gettin' valuble, celebrate with stuff off the Malibu
  Science is the game and it's all mathematical
  Pearl white Porche, licence plate "radical"
  It's real when the fedaral-ies in Cali get mad at you
  forget that, Lox from the block want the shit back
  And I was in the first place, feeling the hit backs
  [Jadakiss]
  Let me get back like Jada, more 'rabs than 3-ey-doe
  get the potatoe and clap at niggas in brod day-do
  You know the flow, where it come from and where it go
  or where it's gonna be at, that's where we at
  I touch you if you think I'm jiggy with the Puff,
  move and still sellin' forty-thousand a week so Fuck You!
  Three niggas you dont want none of make your insides
  Feel like the summer you gettin' Dumber & Dumber
  While we get smarter and smarter, makin' shit harder and harder
  Til this rap games like the Carter
  I'm Nino, Styles is raw steemed from casinos
  And Sheek is the boss of the Hennisey gambino
  We talking millions, you talking C-notes
  you used to stash dope in a sea coach, couldn't play sweet though
  You know the Kiss, on the low in the mist
  Blowin' roach and sipping Red Ally and Moe with a bitch
  When my niggas'll flip, see how cute you look,
  In the box with the suit on like you used to look
  Hard body with a purple faced future look
  Future crook, the same nigga who's boots I took
  Juliani aint a motherfuckin' joke
  You got mad niggas broke, alot of niggas gettin' that coke
  When they bring it to the lab is it sold to the slab
  First felony, you still gettin' four and a half

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  Chest To Chest

  [Intro: Styles]
  Dj Clue. Desert Storm style baby. What nigga
  [All:]
  L-O-X, chest to chest, back to back
  glock for glock, Mac for Mac
  Dope and crack is what we sling do things you talk about
  player fuck around and catch a slug in your mouth
  [Verse One: Jadakiss]
  It's a shame he can rhyme, nigga loves crime
  every late night he's outside with the nine
  You ain't got chips, fuck the world
  you got chips, you can fuck the next mans girl
  Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world
  Where thugs could rule
  and selling crack was cool
  Knocked off hundred packs brought stacks to school
  No diploma, weed aroma nigga half coma
  know the tricks of the class see my ass on the corner
  You ain't ate shit 'til y'all tasted life
  had my moms screaming "Jay don't waste your life"
  But me and my Ace is tight
  moving base at night
  Lace your nights, you see Narcs jet
  I'll meet in the morning in the park doing sets
  And when it's dark again
  we'll let the 9s spark again
  Y'all know the dogs
  niggaz stay moving out the fog
  And when it's war we ain't gonna call on the Lord
  I'll hit 'em like the board when I split 'em with my sword
  You fear what you hear so nigga press record
  from here on out we ain't tryin' to be ignored
  L.O.X. drop shit that make niggaz mop shit
  you wanna pop shit, nigga, pop clips
  [Verse Two: Styles Paniro]
  Too many niggaz shake me, life is shaky
  I act like this cuz they make me probably hate me
  Nigga, I'm in the dictionary look me up
  express art from my heart, baby cook me up
  I'm the crack in your tape deck
  I'm the burner on your waist that'll leave the place wet
  I'm the money in the safe that'll pay the case debt
  I'm the jewels on your neck that'll make these dime bitches give head
  I'm the blunt 3 in the morning you take to the head
  I'm that car that you snatched when you first got bread
  I'm that spot that you got when you were running from the Feds
  I'm the heart of the page in that book that you read
  I'm the ground that absorbed all that shit that y'all bled
  Styles, physically and mentally
  going to for the goal cuz I paid the penalty
  Y'all ain't a friend of me
  y'all ain't seen the enemy
  Thinking of bending me
  but I'm on the Kennedy
  When I fly back in, hope you're packing
  coming to tear y'all niggaz in fractions
  Four-four
  seen the future we battlin' all laws
  [Verse Three: Sheek Luchion]
  Y'all must really wanna die, fucking with Sheek Luchi
  this here is the roof we dropping niggaz off Bonsai
  Goodbye, see you in your afterlife when
  you come back as a pussy and I fuck you again
  Respect come not from Tecs, it comes from niggaz who write checks
  to get y'all lil' niggaz outta big debts
  With paper, I'm sure that you never see me sweat
  Only in the linen when I'm spinning in my whip-up
  pass niggaz and watch they face frown like a pitbull
  The shit that we crush niggaz sniff into their groove
  scared to move
  Gleaming like you looking for change
  But ain't no dollars down there it's that sack fucking with you
  now bounce before we bust you where the good Lord split you
  Hustle to work, you kidding me, you know the difference in the cash income
  for years so many niggaz must've been dumb
  Where we from, niggaz been hustlin' drums
  making sneaker money, running for crumbs, pulling in sums
  If time don't stop, why should we yo light your spliff
  you need work? Come on I got consignment to give
  This year I need 97 gats, 97 cars
  swear to God this year, I'm gonna fuck 97 starts
  And if I come short, it ain't no slack off my shoulder
  I'm waiting for this last bitch to get a little older WHAT

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  Livin' The Life

  [Puff: talking]
  Yeah, the game of life
  In this game it's not whether you win or lose
  But how you played the game
  Come on
  [Stylez]
  Everything involves The Lox
  Ask the niggas with the money in the safe
  And the cats on cell blocks
  Car parked in the lot
  Door is locked
  And the only time the phone is blocked is when home is hot
  I announce the bounce
  Smooth like an ounce
  Blow more ways than one
  Y'all niggas count
  One Mississippi - you can't get with me
  Two Mississippi - you never gon' hit me
  Three Mississippi - can't no bitch trick me
  Four Mississippi - won't no dog sick me
  Five Mississippi - we in Mississippi
  Twenty deep in the block
  Real niggas rock with me
  Blazing, reving in the black 9-11
  Lox out of sight like Michael Knight and Kevin
  Living dead
  Hoes giving head to the Feds
  Catch him with the calico
  Light him up in bed
  [Chorus x2: Stylez]
  Livin' the life, either you rise or fall
  It's a two-way street be large or small
  Livin' the life, either you die or ball
  It's a two-way street be rich or poor
  [Sheek]
  My niggas order parts for cars like motherfuckin' pizza
  For years
  While you get all yours from Sears
  What!? Nigga even my guns be Ger-man
  Links, Cu-ban
  Rugs, Persian
  Now we can take this another level Pa-Pa
  And simply bust your pinata you hot-sa
  Lox take blocks
  Turn 'em into Fort Knox
  Cake wasn't blowin' here
  Till we started going there
  What!? I ain't hateing you cause you's a little richer
  But you old and I'm young, so that mean I think quicker
  When bitch drunk
  I'm bent up
  I bounce with the land blow
  [?] Pump the missile
  Black berry molassi
  Flossin' with the bad mama sita
  My chi-ca
  Be ten cent
  Job with the government
  Tap the Fed line
  So when they raid I'll be lovin' it
  [Chorus x2]
  [Jadakiss]
  I swear under oath no bullshit will any Lock take
  Cause we stop drama like anti-lock brakes
  High stakes
  Politic, pies and cakes
  Real niggas do dirt, tell lies, then skate
  What up son?
  What you bullshittin' bout now huh?
  Where we from?
  Don't matter cause we gettin' it done
  Land Rover, double sun roof
  Bulletproof
  Tangaray and grapefruit
  Got me hurlin' on my boots
  Man please
  Spit it out, twist the trees
  5-40 I fly when I'm dissin' the d's
  Deep Dish P.
  Sip Dom P. with ease
  First two words I ever learn, cock and squeeze
  Ain't about that
  Trying to do without that
  Makin' niggas fuck up their budget
  Time to get their paper route back
  L-O-X three letter word, black mall
  With every last member of the team on the job
  Whether ir be controllin' the street
  Holdin' the heat
  Really don't matter to me
  Long as we eat

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  Let's Start Rap Over

  [Featuring Carl Thomas]
  (Puff talking)
  See, I want to get back to the love
  Let's start love over, come on
  Chorus (Carl Thomas)
  Let's start love over
  Back to the way things were
  Forget about them
  Cause all we got is us
  We can make it
  Sad if we try
  I want to start love over
  Let's make it do or die
  (Stylez)
  When I was nine years old
  I realized there was a road
  At the end I would win lots of pots of gold
  Days, when I used to have my play clothes on
  I would make up my rhymes the middle of Voltron
  But you've learned what the herbs do
  Breaking curfew
  Hit the park when it's dark, make it stand like a podium
  Niggas had a box and a strip of linoleum
  Some break a boogie but those that don't
  Was usually a fighter
  Rollin' easy riders
  Sending people to the store for a soda and a lighter
  A real cool cat that would let you keep a dollar
  But now things change and it's the days of tomorrow
  Little kids is big now
  They'll push your wig now
  Can't send them to the store
  But you can send them for roll
  And put them on my vine
  And give them one big push for all mankind
  Chorus
  (Jadakiss)
  People still taking rapping for a joke
  A passing hope
  Or a phrase with a rope
  What ever happened to the caddies, white walls, and spokes?
  Crates of records, turntables, plenty of folks
  Remember playing in the streets, touch football
  Look y'all
  Somebody get mad and bounce with they football
  Twenty four hour block parties
  Everybody on the block pissing you a dark hardy
  Adults used to think I was scheming
  But I was dreaming to one day make a hot album and have 'em all
  fiendin'
  Now everytime that I rhyme I can tell that you like it
  Be nursing the tunes like the mind of a psychic
  Your mind is weary, floating like a dove
  Sweating and things, like you were making love
  Control the crowd so they can accept it
  Total concentration is the perfect method
  Bridge (looped while Puff talks)
  Where's the love?
  Somebody tell me
  Where's the love?
  Because we want to know
  (Puff talking)
  I remember everybody I loved, everybody
  It wasn't always player hating
  There wasn't jealousy and all this envy
  It was the love
  (Sheek)
  Ayo hip hop
  Set out in the park
  What?
  We used to do it out in the dark
  All night long till the cops made us go
  Or till somebody's moms pulled the extension cord from the window
  Lees on, thinking you fresh
  Trying to impress
  Shorty with the baby hair pushed down on her forehead
  Ponytail swaying, she hot
  Standing like she bull legged, but she not
  You remember the days?
  That's when crack was affecting blacks like that
  Just drink some Valentine Ale, little reefer
  Friday night, go check out Star Child at the theater
  That's all corrupt
  Over rap you might get bust
  Say the wrong thing
  End up in a permanent sling
  Went from shelltops to hollowtops
  Used to rock the bus stop
  Now we electric slide from the cops
  Want some veterans in this
  That ain't keeping it real
  Now with God we chill over a record deal
  Always the good ones to go
  Never your enemies die
  Till this day I wonder why they took my man B.I.
  No time to yell rhymes in the microphone
  Take this more serious than just a poem
  Rock party to party
  While you're out the door
  But tear it up yo, let's start love over
  Chorus

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  Fuck You

  Shit
  Feel this
  If your hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (fuck you)
  Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you)
  And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you)
  Only my man blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
  [Jadakiss]
  Yo, everybody's a snake
  That's why I try to keep the grass cut
  So I can see 'em when they coming
  Then I heat they ass up
  Cuz' them niggas that you went to school with
  Will catch you while you in your new whip
  And turn your brains into Cool Whip
  Niggas that you running round getting ass with
  Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket
  Got the nerve to ask Kiss why I smoke so much
  And how I'm such a young nigga that seem to know so much
  While you was running round pumping for niggas
  I was listening
  And you still pumping for niggas
  I'm coming through visiting
  You heard, L-O-X came through in a yellow Lex
  And hop out with the Air Force One's with yellow checks
  And you liable to see me Dolo, icing the Rolo
  Burner under the Polo, alot of y'all is homos
  Funny style niggas never down with me
  Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee
  I'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids
  Bullets going through your leather, cracking your ribs
  Don't even hit me on my hip if I ain't give you a call
  And I ain't got a home phone number, I live on the road
  Now I'm getting bigger checks, conference calls with bigger 'xecs
  Bigger bracelets with bigger begets,
  Fuck y'all
  [Styles]
  All I do is get high, and think of faving you all
  Motherfuckers hit 'cha knees and just pray to the Lord
  I'd rather die today than live tomorrow
  Then watch you crab motherfuckers just steal and ball
  Put in my work, you might get put in a church
  Funeral time, everybody kissing the corpse
  Learn the ropes, stone rip if you soft, you pissing me off
  Call me S.P., and I spit on your boss
  You can die cause this shit might happen to me
  But I'mma still happen to be, packin the 3
  Fuck with bitches that be wrappin the keys
  And the niggas that bug over drug money, clappin the D
  Shoot in the breeze, 9 in the boot, full of trees
  1 in the morning, catch me with a gun on the corner
  Let you know it's all real and you can front if you wanna
  I understand, fuck it dog, die in the can
  I say you pussy, you won't die for your right-hand man
  As well as your left, niggas trip, fell into death
  They touch you, only thing else to say is fuck you
  [Sheek Luchion]
  A-yo, y'all niggas ain't hardcore, all my niggas is homicide
  What you know about getting shot, letting the drip dry
  Letting the spit fly, seeing sparks whiz by
  Putting a M*A*S*H on niggas like Klinger and Horgi
  So soft you smushy, I blast 'til your shit is gushy
  Should be the head Cat in the Broadway play, you pussy
  Fuck with Sheek, Ouija board spell "Death"
  You can talk that beef shit, I hope that deep shit
  Be as deep as you inside the fucking cement
  Or you can deep sea dive, with no scuba gear
  I'll drown you with your snorkel on, bitch, breathe out of there
  Whole team rich, never seen a summer like this
  Baking hot, and you can sled ride down my wrist, neck, and hand
  When it comes to coke, I can make a snowman, shit
  Play in this shit make a angel with it
  And I don't give a fuck about that 380 that y'all share
  Between the 10 y'all with the same 8 bullets from last year
  When I bust I use snubs, denim flee in the spot
  The hand I write with need a oven glove, my shit so hot
  I want the most, Roley only work when it's next to my post
  Fuck a present gimme a yacht master, regular bezzy
  Then I'm good when I'm in the hood and I'm on the block
  You got a gut feeling about shit, nigga, that means you shot, what
  If you hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you
  Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you
  And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you
  Only my man's blood is sacred, cocksucker, fuck you
  I'll tell you in your face, fuck you
  Pull it off my waist, hit you up, fuck you
  And watch you die on the street, fuck you

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  Wild Out

  Crazy Time!
  Whoa (My Dawgs)
  Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, (OK)
  Whoa, Whoa (yo,yo,yo), Whoa, (yo, yo, yo)
  Whoa, (yo) WHoa, (yo) Whoa, Whoa
  [Chorus 1]
  Wild Out!! (cmon)
  Wild Out!! (uh huh)
  Wild Out!! (If ya glad that L-O-X is Ruff Rydin now!!, cmon niggas)
  Wild Out!! (whooo, what, what)
  Wild Out!! (wild out, wild out, wild out)
  Wild Out!! (All My niggas throw your guns up, yo ,yo)
  [Sheek]
  I know niggas in the clink
  That send pipe bombs thru sinks
  That got dough and still wanna stick y'all wit minks
  Y'all would think y'all was jinxed wit a month of bad luck
  I'm that huntin muthafucka and guess who da duck
  I'm Elmer and you Daffy like the Looney cartoon
  But this ain't no cartoon
  My bullets clear out the room
  I said "Boy, try to learn the fundamentals here, son."
  Like that rooster and that chicken hawk I teach about a gun
  I place my money on one
  I'll pull it out, you'll run
  I wave it in front of ya son and both y'all is done . . . Blah!
  For God's sakes, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million
  Must I wave it at yo' children?
  Run up in yo' buildin and go straight for the bank
  Got the coke saran-wrapped at the bottom of the tank
  I know those tricks
  Ya suppliers, Papi and them, I know those dicks
  Give me those bricks
  Now, wild out niggas
  [Hook 2:]
  Wild Out!! (uh, uh, uh, uh, yo!)
  Wild Out!! (ok)
  Wild Out!! (If ya bouncin in da club actin like you cant get in!)
  Wild Out!! (what, uh)
  Wild Out!!(yo, yo, yo ,yo)
  Wild Out!! (Yo, yo ,yo ,yo ,yo ,yo)
  [Jadakiss]
  For every check I deposit, it's just a new burner in the closet
  And the big one'll kill you, ya brother and ya pops quick
  Might take one slug to get y'all both
  Cuz muthafucka, I'ma make sure I hit y'all close
  And whoever's left guarenteed he gettin it all
  Cuz his ass coulda ran when I was lookin at y'all
  I get rap money, plus I'm in the hood wit dimes
  And I ain't got no felonies, I'm good wit crimes
  Not all dat wit macs, but i'm good wit nines
  Great wit eights
  Nigga, I'll heat ya face
  And I got a hungry lawyer that'll eat the case
  I used to cop so heavy that the block got mad
  And niggas start callin up the cops like cabs
  My 16's make niggas go to they dorm
  Lock in and workout, then come out in the mornin
  Wild out and blow a CO jus cuz it's borin
  Wild out nigga
  [Hook 3:]
  Wild Out!! (yo, yo ,yo)
  Wild Out!! (yo, yo ,yo)
  Wild Out!!
  (If ya just got outta jail from doin wild time, lets bawl out!)
  Wild Out!! (yo!)
  Wild Out!!(ok, cmon cmon)
  Wild Out!! (uh, uh, uh, uh)
  [Styles]
  I pray to the Allah
  But I'm too foul to go to the mosque
  And if it's beef, I'ma murder you and go to da squad
  Holiday Styles
  Screw niggas far as they rap
  I let my shotgun ball ya bat
  Make ya coffin outta ya plaques
  And bring ya ice to hell
  Y'all fuck around dis album, I'll do life in jail
  And if you under 21, you shouldn't listen to dis
  You hate a nigga, go and kill him while he takin a shit
  So, when the cops come and get him he'll be makin 'em sick
  So, they could feel how I feel
  I had a probable cause
  You know da shit that happens when you don't follow da boss
  Follow the rules
  Kids get followed to school
  And the thug niggas ball ya boo
  Target practice was a horrible view
  It's fucked up what tomorrow can do
  And these niggas feel sorrow for who?
  'Til we put you in da dirt, we ain't partin wit you
  Wild out niggas
  [Hook 4]
  Wild Out!! (ya better back up dawg)
  Wild Out!! (everybody, yo, yo)
  Wild Out!!
  (If a nigga grillin your chick, uh, and she wit you, fuck that!)
  Wild Out!! (yo, what?)
  Wild Out!!(Cmon, cmon, cmon, I cant hear you!, cmon)
  Wild Out!! (If ya find ya nigga cheatin, lets go girls!, cmon now!)
  Wild Out!! (uh, yo!)
  Wild Out!! (cmon cmon)
  Wild Out!! (If a nigga step on ya gotdamn shoes, fuck that!)
  Wild Out!! (uh huh uh huh)
  Wild Out!! (yo, yo, whoa!)
  Wild Out!! (If a nigga owe you money, and aint paid ya yet!, fuck that!)
  Wild Out!! (cmon, oohh)
  Wild Out!! (what what!)
  Wild Out!! (If ya workin at a job and the boss fire you, fuck HIM!)
  Wild Out!! (uh!)
  Wild Out!!(yo, yo ,LOX Niggas, LOX Niggas)
  Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!!
  (whoa, whoa, whoa, everybody!)
  Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! [pause]
  (anybody, young niggas, dead bitches!, tear it up!)
  Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!!

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  If You Want It You Can Get It

  [STYLES PANIRO]
  What sense does it make to talk and not listen
  shine eye glisten, BMZ 3 automatic ignition
  Ice on wrist and
  an Armani safari suit, when I'm fishin'
  GoodFella tradition, ring the
  my thing is the six double o, deep dishin'
  You never seen a thug with a sallary
  trying to get fat like callories, open art galleries
  No love lost and, how you think it feels gettin' dumped in the coffin
  you'd rather be flossin'
  Remember one rule, get the money that's important
  share with your people, if you don't, take caution
  L.O.X. keeps it real so we share every fortune
  all about dinero so make another zero
  Runnin' from the cops in the iced out Carrero
  Don Styles, good fella Paniro
  [Chorus:]
  If you want it, we can do it,
  take your time, do it right, we can do it baaaby
  (We them niggaz that you niggaz be talkin about),
  get that money right! [x2]
  [JADAKISS]
  When it comes to this money niggaz, you can bet I'm all in it
  the rocks on my neck be briguette almond
  Always on the job so I never call in
  while y'all playa hate I'ma keep ballin'
  There's too much cream to be countin'
  in the glass house with the Greek fountain, on the mountain
  Don't get it twisted, 914 is where I'm listed
  the cat with the Corleone Christmas
  Iced out wrists'
  poppin' the cork, on the Crists' toastin' champagne with my misses
  Did you imagine me, in the new E-
  class Benz with the laser cut key
  Then we leave the gats with the lady down the hall
  'cause only real niggaz stash they money in the wall
  We here now, so if you love it prepare now
  twenty deep up in the club havin' you stared down
  [Chorus]
  [MA$E]
  When you a GoodFella, you get cheddar for your work
  rock Versace leather shirts, when you dead a girl it hurts
  I flowed around the world with a mean golden girl
  throat full of pearls drinkin' Mo' until she hurls
  I need a hundred mo' 'cause I got a ton of hoes
  that lay up in bungalos with sexy under clothes
  This your last waring, remember you've been told
  nothin' less than the S Benz when we roll
  I rock the latest gators, with the tennis sole
  all expensive clothes, suits from Kenneth Cole
  Now I'm that GoodFella everybody wanna meet
  every girl I meet spends two weeks in boutiques
  We can do whatever my whole team got cheddar
  fromt the bar to the telly Jaguar with the celly
  Suits from Perry Ellis, got niggaz jealous
  what they tryin' to tell us, we the GoodFellas
  [Chorus]
  [SHEEK LUCHION]
  Can't nothin' come between me from gettin' my cheddar
  don't talk me to death, you just a side better
  So you ain't gonna talk to me, the way you do
  'cause for that paper, we ain't gonna play with you
  I know the broke feeling, tryin' to make a million
  while Popo watchin' me, my click'll make a killing
  'Cause you that type of nigga that don't wanna see me rich
  you scared I'm gonna get money and be goin' up in yo bitch
  And even when we at the Mirage, I'm on my job
  come out the garage dipped out in camoflage
  Ready to work, for that cheddar you'll get hurt
  layin' face down with your head in the dirt
  And for that pasta, who gonna stop us
  I'm Sheek Luch the mobster, and not even the coppers can knock us
  It's all real, you think not
  I'm just another link in the L.O.X. before you blink you'll get dropped.

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  We Are The Streets

  [Intro: Sheek]
  You know we had to 'dis right
  Hugh Hugh
  You know we had to 'dis right
  Hugh Hugh
  It just wouldn't be right
  [Verse One:Sheek]
  Yo I'ma b-boy standin in my b-boy stance
  Glock on my hip is big is the dick in my pants
  You don't want nuttin wit sheek you soft as fuck
  I leave a single shotgun shell on top of your truck
  Wit a horseshoe to let you know you pressin' ya luck
  You don't want nuttin wit kiss, nuttin wit styles
  You don't wanna end up food for the crocadiles
  I'd take the gun off ya waste and smack ya
  And turn around and point it at ya mink and give you one
  I'm the reason why ya peeps not in ICU
  Cause believe me when you ain't watchin I see you
  From the Hamptons to the place where you like to eat
  I put somethin in them mams you keep thinkin is sweet
  I'm in the bushes all night calm wit' the Tommy
  Waitin for you to skinny dip wit' that mommy
  While she waitin for the night i'm waitin for her flight
  [Chorus: Jadakiss]
  [x2]
  No we ain't
  Wit dem
  No more cause we ruffrydin
  Get it out ya head now
  LOX is back now
  Show a little love now
  Pump it in the club now
  [Verse Two: Jadakiss]
  Yo if you should die tonight
  It's cause I said peel his cap
  We on Ruffryders now
  How real is that
  It's the kiss of death everybody know J- face
  Us gettin off similar to OJ's case
  Just better rhymes and better beats involved
  Less politics more of the streets involved
  Things always go smooth when the heats involved
  Sign today or get beat tommorow
  First one talkin that family shit
  And get a lotta doe and don't give the family shit
  I don't care how many ? you wrote
  I just wanna see how you gonna dance when your neck get broke
  if yall do fall down i'ma scoop the ?
  No shiny suits
  Everybody boots and jeans
  The industry is one thing being real is another
  That means i'll steal your mother
  [Chorus: x2]
  [Verse Three: Styles]
  Yo if you left the peak ballin i don't feel yo ass
  I wish duke was still alive and they killed yo ass
  You can keep an industry but don't you come to the hood
  I got a thousand niggas like me and they feel like suge
  If you think i'm beefin for nuttin then rob me dog
  I'm from the hood
  And I ain't bee robbed before
  Tell you screw all the paper work
  You can lie in dirt
  Walk through the valley nigga tell me if the iron hurt
  Ruffryder now cause that's where the bombs at
  And i tell niggas fuck that car jack
  Take the roley out the air put the don back
  Can't wear shiney suits on combat
  Guess i got personal beef
  You worse then a thief
  Probably be your man that'll work you to sleep
  We goin put the guns down and we ain't bringin a crew
  You got friends that hate yo ass more than we do nigga
  [Outro: L.O.X.]
  We don't give a fuck about ya [x3]
  We gonna be alright with out ya

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  Keep Hustlin'

  [Jadakiss]
  ahhhh
  unhhuh
  yeah
  D-Block
  R 3, motherfuckers couldn't wait
  Yeah
  Niggas not want Jada to kiss on them (kiss on'em)
  Throw sour milk or piss on them (piss on'em) burn their cell
  Snitch niggas playing the game "Who turn to tell" (what?)
  I'm waiting right here for the warden and burning the L
  Recognize real this is an example of that (yeah)
  Grey uncut diesel come and sample a sack
  D-Block where the hammers is at (that's right)
  Every night is like the Apollo with guns, even amateurs clap
  I hit raw in the store, ravined, then laid low on the yea-yo
  When I cop more of the green
  Got a BX connect and a Georgia Team
  My life is juicy nigga
  It was all a dream
  It's my house so I'm a ask you to leave
  I'm like carbon-dioxide
  Cause I don't want you faggots to breathe
  And I might murk two in the new Smurf blue
  2002 BM wagon with the B's (unuh)
  [Styles]
  [Chorus x2]
  All my niggas with guns
  Keep busting them
  All my niggas with drugs
  Keep hustling
  All my niggas with money
  Keep getting it
  All my niggas that ride
  Keep living it
  [Styles]
  It's the kid with the attitude
  Chip on the shoulder
  Brick in the whip with the 5th in the holster
  Purple in the dutchee (un huh) I got a circle full of niggas
  that will kill your grandmother if she touch me
  Told you I get deep with a gun
  If I die then my niggas teach the rules of the street to myson
  Cause I might got to meet with the lord
  What I live by? die by?
  My gun, my word, and my sword
  Cause niggas sound hard but they just ain't convincing me
  Microwave killer, do my shit instantly
  Built that courage in Anna, it's the dark side
  that makes me want to flip and go smother your mama (bitch)
  Just for birthing your ass
  And this the ghost when you take your last breath
  And I'm cursing your ass
  And I'm sort of like the Grim Reaper, but I'm a get deeper
  Cause I'm right here on earth for your ass
  [Chorus x2]
  This is it
  Sheek Luc..c'mon
  [Sheek]
  You know Sheek hold it down wherever he at (no doubt)
  You wanna knock yourself out?
  Nah let me do that
  I'm thugging everything I'm on (yeeah)
  I spit too hard
  Keep the hawk like I'm out in the yard
  Even in the boot Luch keep a gat in his hand
  Brick under the fan, think I care about a moon man or Grammyaward?
  What did you expect? I ain't seeing double platinum
  unless I take it off your fucking neck (right now)
  Cut my check and get out my face
  Before I go home and get that new shit out the case (no doubt)
  I don't think y'all hearing me, it's not fair to me
  I'll clap you if my niggas is daring me
  Your God is dumping your face
  Then run up and choke your bitch ass, just in case
  Then that y'all is thirsty to hear some more
  You better put a rush on Volume four (d block)
  Walk with me

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  The Interview (part Ii) (interlude)

  So what's L-O-X about?
  Livon Off Experience
  The LOX man
  Word up
  We doin it hard, cause we just livin off experience

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  If You Know

  [Intro:]
  [Sheek]
  Yo I might get drunk
  [Jadakiss]
  Jeckel and Hyde
  Roll these with lemons
  [Sheek]
  I'm tellin' y'all Niggas
  Swizz Beatz
  [Chorus:]
  [All]
  If you know, like we know, like they know
  L.O.X. is the best
  If you know, like we know, like they know
  Swizz Beatz is the best
  If you know, like we know, like they know
  Ruff Ryders is the best
  If you know, like we know, like they know
  We'll bring it to their chest
  [Verse 1:]
  [Sheek a.k.a Louch]
  Yo if I can't make money
  Then you can't either
  If I didn't have to rap
  I have blown in the freezer
  [Styles a.k.a Holiday]
  If I can't rock Nikes
  or Tim's with double soles
  I have the 9 in the pound
  And leave your ass full of holes
  [Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood]
  If I didn't push a Benz
  And I didn't push a Lex
  Then the Ambulance will come
  And they be pushin' on your chest
  [Swizz Beatz]
  If I couldn't hit the studio
  and make another record
  For my double R Niggas
  I'll lay y'all on stretchers
  [Sheek a.k.a Louch]
  Now I might get drunk
  Or I might get high
  But my game stay Trump
  And my style stay fly
  [Styles a.k.a Holiday]
  I might hit a dime
  Or I might hit a duece
  And when I wanna go to war
  Is when you wanna call a truce
  [Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood]
  I might buy 'em cooked
  Dough I might buy 'em raw
  And I might tap your chin
  Or I might cross your jaw
  [Swizz Beatz]
  Now I might go 18's
  I might go 20's
  I might use dumdums
  Cause y'all Niggas dummies
  [Chorus:]
  [Verse 2:]
  [Sheek a.k.a Louch]
  Ayo, me without weight
  Is like Harlem without 8
  [Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood]
  Yeah, me with no funds
  Is like Queens with no dunns
  [Styles a.k.a Holiday]
  And me with no beef
  Is like Brooklyn with no guns
  [Swizz Beatz]
  Man and me with no beats
  Is like Cali with no blunts
  [Sheek a.k.a Louch]
  First I got head from her
  Then I hit her from the back
  Then she told me that she hustled
  So I hit her with a pack
  [Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood]
  Yeah, screw how many mics you got
  How much ice you got
  My bullets'll make you icy-hot
  [Styles a.k.a Holiday]
  Y'all, all my Niggas killas
  We don't talk on the phone
  And give a way better message
  When we come in your home
  [Swizz Beatz]
  Yo, catch me Down-South
  When I'm pumpin' up things
  and my name ain't Rover
  Don't jump on my rings
  [Sheek a.k.a Louch]
  Man, you gotta have your hustle right
  When you up in the game
  [Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood]
  You gotta have your lawyor money
  For you firm-aly change
  [Styles a.k.a Holiday]
  And don't you leave out the house
  Without bringer your things
  [Swizz Beatz]
  We gonna Ruff Ryde, Nigga
  From here to the bank
  [Interlude:]
  [Sheek a.k.a Louch]
  What you greaseball cocksuckers thought it was over
  This double R, Nigga, L.O.X.
  We are the streets
  When the kennels is open the dogs is biting, bitch
  Shits real
  [Verse 3:]
  [Drag-on]
  Yo, yo, yo, yo
  I might pull up in a V,
  that cost more than a buck
  Then turn around and burn it
  Cause you thought it was plush
  [Eve]
  Anytime I get on fire
  I get a car to match
  And tell any rapper you name
  You gard it black
  [Drag-On]
  When I bust my hammer
  I nail my Nigga
  We the Ruff Ryder family
  All hail, my Niggas
  [Eve]
  And I might ride, I might die
  That's up to the Lord
  And my Niggas might come home
  That's up to the ?
  [Drag-On]
  Yo, If money make you feel good
  I'm happy with lead
  Joe Pesci-style
  Kickin' Niggas after they dead
  [Eve]
  Picture the litter
  Hold the 4-5th for my Niggas
  Writin' the venom
  Ass look right in the dinner
  [Drag-On]
  ?Dockin'? you pay
  Word from me you clockin' the Yay
  I hustle for real
  Let you hold the block for a day
  [Eve]
  Pull it in your brain
  And give you a hot idea
  You wanna low
  Here's a casket you can hide out there

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  Get This $

  [Featuring Puff Daddy]
  (Puff talking)
  Why they always talking about money?
  Cause we like money bitch
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  L-O-X and we won't stop
  Bad Boy, I'm a show you how we get this money
  (Stylez)
  You can't take this
  Players hate this
  Rainbow glow
  European bracelet
  Made his mouth drop, now he need a face lift
  Mommies run up on me and ask me to taste it
  Hand on my crotch
  Got to be the sales or the band on my watch
  Damn I'm so hot!
  They call me arrogent
  While you slide with seven mommies in the Caribbean
  You start traveling
  I'll make you a believer
  Hiding in the club getting brains from a diva
  Leave with a beezer
  Black Cadillac riding with an old geezer
  With ten different hustles so every foe sees us
  No reason
  We just peas in a pod
  trying to get the paper
  We the g's in the lot
  Long as the water boil we bound to keep it hot
  It's gon' be turmoil if you thinking that it's not
  Chorus x2
  (Puff)
  I'm a show you how you get this money (Make it hot)
  I'm a show you how you get this money (Don't stop)
  I'm a show you how you get this money (I fucks wit you)
  I'm a show you how you get this money (Get money)
  (Jadakiss)
  Three fly cats that get money with go gimmicks
  Y'all just so timid
  My soldiers be no limit
  What you know about renting a yacht with twenty jet-skis
  And riding out till the Coast Guard come and get me
  Beat that!
  Me, Stylez, and Sheek be like 4, 5, 6 so no matter what you roll you
  can't beat that
  Who you know could take an old record and flip like Puff?
  From small clubs to arenas
  Who flip like us?
  Everytime they pull up
  Whips be plush
  Chicks be tough
  Bad Boy, Hits R Us
  Back it's me, West Indies
  Slimmy
  Me and Kimmy
  And I taught her how to say, "May I have a steady gimme"
  I ain't bustin cause we picked up them joints you tossed
  Y'all was hot until The Lox came and cooled y'all off
  It's the Kiss
  Are you hearing me?
  I think I'm blessed lyrically
  Mad rappers with three LP's sill fearing me
  Chorus x2
  (Sheek)
  You see, we bounce on tracks like bas-ketball
  And bust down songs till our throat need Halls
  L-O-X-pedition
  I spend all day fishing
  And won't catch one
  Just me and mommy out in the sun
  Just sailing, chance so icy if I threw it up
  You think it was hailing
  Don't even ask me what the price be
  To go to a show, no clubs just arenas
  Headliner Stevie Wonder, no small cat between us
  After parties be goin like Venus
  My chick gots be the meanest
  Before I come
  That night
  If she ain't she ain't partying right
  That's how we like to play in Bad Boys with all the fly shit
  And that's how we do the chips kid
  Multiplying
  Beef, don't apply it
  Please don't try it cause we ain't with that
  But if so you gon' need a plastic bag where your shit at
  Lox and we got that cash you want to get at

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  Money, Power & Respect

  [Lil Kim]
  See I believe in money, power, and respect.
  First You get the money.
  Then you get the muthafuckin, power.
  After you get the fuckin' power muthafuckas will respect you.
  [Chorus: Lil Kim]
  It's the key to life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Whatchu' need in life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  When you eatin' right.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Help you sleep at night.
  You'll see the light.
  It's the key to life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Whatchu' need in life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  When you eatin' right.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Money, power, and respect.
  [Sheek Louchion]
  Ayo my whole clique bout it, bout it.
  We take yours while you pout about it.
  Truck, step out the whore's wanna' crowd around it.
  You could see me on optimum TV.
  Go in your bathroom turn the light out. Scream!
  Bloody Mary, 1, 2, 3.
  Sheek ain't your usual friend.
  About to setchu' up like Kaiser and walk straight at the end.
  I'm done wit' ice and charms.
  I'm tryin' my whole casket when I'm gone.
  Pull up wit' class on the don'.
  Once I meet em' I greet em'.
  Kiss his feet for freedom.
  Tell em' thank you lord.
  Cuz on Earth I was gettin' bored.
  Now resurrect me back to this cat called Sheek.
  So I can make this album.
  And get back the cats that's weak.
  Two thirty, six two.
  Me bust for you that's like a cat vs. a pitbull.
  Gun, know clip full, keep hunger.
  And plan for the future, cuz you figure
  you gon' be older
  way longer than you gon' be younger.
  [Chorus: Lil Kim]
  It's the key to life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Whatchu' need in life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  When you eatin' right.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Help you sleep at night.
  You'll see the light.
  It's the key to life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Whatchu' need in life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  When you eatin' right.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Money, power, and respect.
  It's the key to life.
  [Styles]
  Only time could tell how the clock ticks.
  I'm really loved here but I'm still a hostage.
  Two personalities check the posture.
  Smoke out the mouth clear out the nostrils.
  You think of death but the life seem scary.
  I'm past the graveyard seein' people Hail Mary
  I ain't chillin til' I'm out parachutin'.
  Race my man in mountain climbin' for about ten diamonds.
  Twenty five thousand a piece.
  Fuck streets!
  Tryin' to own the island.
  Forget about wilin'.
  Try ridin' in the car that be glidin'.
  If I showed you where I lived you would think I was hidin'.
  Sling dick to chicks that don't speak English.
  Wake up in Trinidad, like fuckin' em rich.
  Come back. Private jet
  live on set.
  If you could shit gold like you split the decks.
  [Chorus: Lil Kim]
  It's the key to life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Whatchu' need in life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  When you eatin' right.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Help you sleep at night.
  You'll see the light.
  It's the key to life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Whatchu' need in life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  When you eatin' right.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Money, power, and respect.
  [Jada Kiss]
  Yo nutin' but the hotness.
  Whenever we drop this.
  Monotonous for ya'll to keep hatin',
  cuz ya'll never gon' stop us.
  I keep my rocks spotless,
  and my hoes topless.
  Take time try to figure out who da Lox is.
  Fear no one.
  Kick rhymes like Shoguns.
  You scared to blow one.
  Get robbed wit' your own gun.
  If I don't respect you I'm ah check you.
  And if I don't kiss you I'm a peck you,
  right before I wet' chu.
  I sneeze on tracks an' bless you.
  I'm special.
  And if you like workin' out,
  then I'm gon' stretch you.
  Husslin' is dead but we still get red.
  Turn the spots in the bakeries to get back bread.
  And ya'll said my monies spent.
  But it's in the Bent'.
  So when the feds come the dogs can't get a scent.
  For my story, self-explanatory
  that I'm the hottest thing on the street.
  An' yall ain't got nutin' for me
  [Chorus: Lil Kim]
  It's the key to life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Whatchu' need in life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  When you eatin' right.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Help you sleep at night.
  You'll see the light.
  It's the key to life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Whatchu' need in life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  When you eatin' right.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Money, power, and respect.
  [DMX]
  Arf, arf.
  This is a beat that I can freak to
  just drop the reals.
  Plus a nigga wit' the ill.
  Ya'll niggas know my skills.
  Ass from the grills get em' up,
  split em' up, wet em' up.
  And watch em' come get em' up,
  Set em' up.
  When you do dirt, you get dirt.
  Bitch, I'll make your shit hurt.
  Step back like I did worse.
  This ain't no fucking game.
  You think I'm playin, till you layin.
  To where? The junkyard decayin'.
  Mom's at home prayin'
  that chu comin' home.
  But chu not, cuz you sittin up in the trunk
  startin to rot.
  And hell is hot, I know because I'm here now Baby.
  It's goin' down baby.
  Git the full pound baby.
  And let off up in a nigga,
  especially if he think he bigga'
  than my muthafuckin' trigga'.
  Did I?
  Can I get my?
  Is it gone?
  DMX represent for one time.
  It's on.
  [Chorus: Lil Kim]
  It's the key to life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Whatchu' need in life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  When you eatin' right.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Help you sleep at night.
  You'll see the light.
  It's the key to life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Whatchu' need in life.
  Money, power, and respect.
  When you eatin' right.
  Money, power, and respect.
  Money, power, and respect.

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  Ryde or Die, Bitch

  [Jadakiss]
  I'm feelin this hook right here
  Good lookin out Timbaland, y'know?
  [Timbaland]
  Uh-huh
  What?
  Uh-huh
  What?
  [Timbaland (Eve)]
  I need a ryde or die bitch
  (I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)
  I need a ryde or die bitch
  (I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
  I need a ryde or die bitch
  (Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum)
  I need a ryde or die bitch
  (I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue)
  [Jadakiss]
  Yo, yo, yo
  Yeah, what's up ma, what's going on, I know you know 'Kiss
  The nigga with the hot flow and a cold wrist
  Can flow always, sit on 4 K's
  Then wait for a drought and flood 'em with all 'dres
  Ryde or die chick, hand do a B.I.
  Give a nigga up north some ass on a V.I.
  And she blackout when she in the mall
  Got the brand new spring Prada shit in the fall
  Don't matter what size panties, fitting her small
  And she don't got no problem hittin' us all
  And she said she got a man, but he in the fed
  And she miss him so much that she pee in the bed
  So you know I had to lighten her raw, fighting the dog
  Pushing the seat back gettin' right in the fall
  Make her use a fake credit card twice in a store
  Might make you do it tomorrow you triflin' whore
  [Styles Paniro]
  I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5
  Gettin' high with the Gucci frames over her eyes
  Sweet to the tail, still won't fuck in the Benz
  cause she bought me a Polo coat and a couple of Timbs'
  Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats
  Gave me head cause the movie was wack, word
  Toasted her crib, blow in the fridge, she needed to work
  I died and that bitch gon' put weed in my hearse
  Gamed her to death, tattooed my name on her neck
  You don't wanna see me bangin' the left, hittin' the gas
  That bitch out the window poppin' heat in yo' ass
  You could catch Holiday in a Holiday Inn
  With a bad bitch swallowin' gin, word
  And if it got to do with money count Holiday in
  With my ryde or die bitch that'll body your man
  You don't like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam'
  [Sheek Luchion]
  Uh, uh, yo
  Yo, when you see Sheek, don't look at me as Sheek from The L.O.X.
  Look at me as that cat that know how to box
  Know about glocks, know about slingin' them rocks
  Know about runnin' from cops and switchin' up spots
  How to get rich, know about thuggin' a bitch
  Fuck 'em in the park, fuck a sweet as the Ritz
  They like that shit, and I ain't gotta spend no checks
  Fuck diamonds, all they really want is rough ass sex
  And they name, shout it out when I'm up at Flex
  I get drunk with bitches that don't get drunk
  Don't get high, have 'em doing drive-by's
  Shit they never did, forgetting about they kids
  Moms babysitting, ain't seen her in a week
  I'm a bad influence to parents that hate Sheek
  I need a ryde or die bitch that'll take this coke

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  Can't Stop Won't Stop

  Come on, yeah
  (I'm comin)
  Come on, yeah
  (I'm comin)
  Come on, yeah
  (I'm comin)
  Come on, yeah
  (I'm comin)
  [x2]
  [Stlyes:]
  Can't stop, won't stop
  Everything drop like panties, hot like Miami
  Move like little black kid stealing candy
  Barely seen, honnies call me barely cream
  Real generals never fail eighteen
  Would you believe, I know what's up your sleeve
  If you said in your last time, [?]
  And thought he saw the devil, Jay kissed his feet
  You think not, as if
  Sheek won't bring it to you, give you asthmas
  Is he rockin cashmiere? Y'all know we don't pass there
  Matter fact, I scoped out there last year
  Hit him on the head said there ain't no cash there
  Stay home, Styles about to hit Tony Rhomes
  Puff out his own with this chick from Rome
  [?], funny how I'm greedy, used to be needy
  But now the Sean-Don keep the [?]
  [Chorus-Puff Daddy:]
  Too many people worried about what we got
  Everything we drop will be hot
  Puff Daddy and the Goodfellas don't stop
  Can't stop, won't stop
  [x2]
  [Sheek:]
  Hey, yo it's crazy we here now every chick want my baby
  My career clear while your shit look hazy
  Bang with us? I don't think so, we platinum plus
  With no airplay so ain't shit for us to discuss
  But when we hit, you can't understand how we did it
  At home praticin tryin to learn how we spit it
  Fourty-eight hours of old tea like Nick Nolte
  Young but O-G's at this rap shit nigga please
  One hit for all of us to start eatin
  And wild stack on three weeks on bowell leather beats
  Our parents are sharp like cactuses
  And you can tell by chips, we sleep on matresses
  Dimes flooded out in the hidous
  Shit you see in magazines, cut out we freak them hoes
  Drop them clothes, double expose you in the lens
  Now relax as we videotape you in the bed
  [Chorus x2]
  [Jay:]
  If we talk about dollars, only thing I turn down is my collar
  Pull out turn them around, if he reach make him holler
  Who runnin the town? The Goodfellas
  Puff is the godfather, dog, so why bother?
  With the third-person, you might catch me surfin
  Money I be jerkin, my newborn be burpin
  Can't stop, won't stop, I want respect
  And I only bum heads with checks
  In the suite with this honey from Bangladesh
  Pop a snapple, I [?] lay on my chest
  All I had to do was get it there, she doin the rest
  Take a L to the head, then we listen to flex
  Yes, the black hood, and I mack good
  With hydro and chocolate mixed in backwood
  Ask yourself, do you rap good or act good?
  Baby we ain't gon' stop, but you should

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  Can I Live

  [CHORUS]
  Can I Live?
  Hell yeah but you still gon die
  Cmon nigga you a thug
  But I'm still gon cry
  And you done learned off experience
  I'm still gon ride
  They kill me, you gon kill them?
  I still got pride
  Can I Live?
  Hell yeah but you still gon die
  Cmon nigga you a thug
  But I'm still gon cry
  And you done learned off experience
  I'm still gon ride
  They kill me, you gon kill them?
  I still got pride
  [Jadakiss]
  Yo now I done said everything I could possibly say
  Ask them niggas in your camp is you hotter than J. A.
  D.A.K.I. two S's
  A true message
  Y'all better wear a few vesses
  Live pussies
  Bout to be dead dicks
  I pack guns that shoot through schools the red bricks
  And just because you mighta seen me on the award show
  I'm still in the hood nigga gettin raw dough
  And later on tonight I might be hittin your hoe
  And I got more money so I'm coppin more dro
  Everything I said I meant B
  Y'all gon tempt me
  To rob y'all spend your whole stash on my empties
  Mwa yours truly
  Can't do nothing to me
  Think you Scarface but you aint see the end of the movie
  I'm the type of nigga that'll take 5 cakes
  Turn em into 5 acres
  Faster than 5 lakers
  Lay back, get high, tote my gun around
  Throw a string on the pony so I can tote my son around
  [Sheek]
  Ay yo
  The path I walk is filled
  Who the fuck won't I kill
  Thin as that line down the hundred that you can tell if it's real
  Smooth as Sinatra
  You can tell by my pops that I'm street
  Fuck the forecast I'll let you know what day'll be heat
  See I recruit smart niggas will hunt
  No dumb niggas
  Who will kill over money not bitches like some niggas
  I think marketable
  Fuck y'all niggas who stay bummin
  I'm that nigga sellin pills at all of Howard homecomings
  If you get high I got weed
  And if you get drunk I got vodka
  And if you want base I got popcorn like Orville Reddenbacher
  See I'm bullseye
  I empty my bananna in your bandanna
  First try
  Never will my bullets miss a vick
  I use one to do a hit
  On some professional shit
  Bitch
  (Ha that's crazy)
  [CHORUS]
  [Kasino]
  Outta three-fourths of them niggas who cross your path
  Minus them half ass who talk fast and finish last
  Who gon get his cash
  Turn to his man and give him half
  Cock the hammer back
  Stood by his side and didn't dash
  When the charge is federal
  And they fingerprint his ass
  Who can he trust to be
  Front of the judge screamin it's just me
  It must be
  More than just a nigga love
  Make em do five joints no contact without givin his niggas up
  Give his keys to his truck
  Wish his niggas luck
  Call it's best fit suggested that she let his niggas fuck
  Fingerfuck them figures up
  No parole
  Bigger truck
  Kasino is that name big enough
  Nigga what
  [Styles]
  You wouldn't bust your gat wit me
  If you never sat wit me
  Lit up a sack wit me
  Or hustle some crack wit me
  Came through the cipher bow down and spat wit me
  Hopped up the truck and gave niggas daps wit me
  You never laugh wit me
  Never went half wit me
  Never been through the struggle never felt the wrath wit me
  Never slept on the same floor or
  Hit the same whore
  Ran up in the same store
  Or with the same four
  Blood thicker than water
  Only in certain cases
  You need water to live you learn that in the basics
  Better cherish your aces
  Bullets in the faces
  Of the jokers
  We laugh at fire nigga we smokers
  Sittin on the sofa
  Puffin the hash nigga we focused
  Why lie I die where the coke is

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  Bust Your Gun

  Shit is crazy.. can't believe it
  Ha, haha, oooh, shit
  We don't give a fuck about you frostin' ya hand (fuck),
  cause knockin' off these bricks then often yo' man
  That's the kinda boss that I am (why not),
  and I'ma play shotgun, smoke the pores make a van
  Hollarin' at you so deep and so sick wit' the guns
  When I walk by the wake I want the cough in the stand (stand up)
  So hold up for one minute (what)
  You won't catch me in the tub, in the whip,
  or the club without a gun in it,
  and don't come through the strip,
  lookin' hard in the car, with ya motherfuckin' daughter and ya son in it
  Lately I been missin' my fred, the roof pop (too hot),
  but feel me cause he hittin' the stairs, the truth pop
  Niggaz think this album cuts (haha!)
  I'm like fuck it, I'm the nigga comin through the door wit two revolvers up (two 'em),
  and I'm takin' all drama,
  and I spent twenty thou' motherfucker so I just got more problems
  [Chorus]
  You got'sta bust yo' gun,
  cause if you don't then niggaz know you won't they gon' touch yo' ones
  Got'sta bend yo' knife,
  cause if you don't then niggaz know you won't they gon' change yo' life
  Aiyyo, who gotta my name huh?
  Who think it's a fuckin' game (c'mon)
  Like yo' money can't be found under the cane (y'know)
  Like yo' body can't be found under the trains
  Like this punk we'll shatter apart your brain (bla!)
  I'ma thug wit' no scars, and no braids,
  but I could aim, and shoot through the heart or your shades
  I'm too row, plus too quick on the gat (uh-huh)
  Hate water, but I leave you wit' a wills play-back
  I don't give a fuck if all y'all go to the cops,
  and I don't give a fuck if none of y'all gimmie my props
  I got shit in my name and my credit is worse
  What's to stop me from shootin' you first? FUCK YOU! (haha)
  I'm like tattoos, you forget that I'm there (uh-huh)
  To the gun fire perm your hair
  Miss you, and go strait through your moms rockin' chair,
  through her back and it ain't stopin' there!
  [Chorus x2]
  Bounce my niggaz.. c'mon
  Sheek and S.P., rock, rock on (c'mon)
  Bust shots 'til your glock can't pop no more (hahaha)
  Let it down 'til your top can't drop no more (uh-huh)
  Hit you up 'til your spirit where the Eagles fly (c'mon)
  Talk to me, if you really come back then you'll die (c'mon)
  Make me believe, no shirt but still got some shit up my sleeve
  No asthma, makin' it hard to breathe
  Let's go, aiyyo Styles take this motherfuckin' mic from me, c'mon
  Aight.. aiyyo, P'll tell it like story, just like a narrator
  Ya don't mean it, we snappin' it like the Aligators
  Open ya eyes so you can see what the drama mean
  I hit ya man in the cheek wit' a barber blade,
  and I'm in the first floot at the [?] Parade
  Forty on the weights wit' a fifty on the garcarade
  Always got the route, never had the heart to beg
  You ain't seein' shit 'til a slug rip a part'a head

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  I Wanna Thank You

  [Jadakiss]
  Yo, you can't fake it
  Life's only what you make it
  Front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it
  Ex-school boy who wanna go and try to take shit
  Found his body, in the projects, naked
  I ain't gonna lie, If I wasn't doing this now
  I'd probably'd be tied down, in a small town
  With my eyes on a couple of guys
  With their eyes on a couple of pies
  Cause I will survive
  Brains, is the key to the game
  If you ain't got none, what good is a shotgun?
  If you ain't got guns, then you better cop some
  'Cause the New World Order's around the block, dun
  Streets be where Lox get their props from
  Check us on the Internet, L-O-X dot com (lox.com)
  A worldwide message, I try to express it
  The best I could, for ya'll to cherish, till I perish
  [Chorus: Kelly Price]
  I wanna thank you, heavenly Father
  For shining your light on me
  It's been a long time
  Since I had someone to love me
  I owe my thanks to thee
  [Styles]
  They never expressed, that life's a part of death
  They never go there, but you can blow here
  The 25 to life and greens from below
  Where, outta nowhere, you in the bus, hands is cuffed
  Can't call your Mom, dog, you know times is rough
  you was out yesterday, stressing a better way
  Funny thing, they always seem to lock down Kings
  And the thugs on the street just love to say, "It's all foul."
  Watch the honeys check your style
  Worthless, when they worship, what you purchase
  They only see ice, not me, under the surface
  What's the purpose? I just, go my way
  Know my way, 'till bullets blow my way
  Which they might, 'cause any night can change your life
  Keep your state of mind tight and remain alright
  It's plain to fight, but different to shoot
  And might do it
  If you ain't 10 different ways to get loot.
  [Chorus: Kelly Price]
  [Sheek]
  Hey, yo, we handle rap like we do the street
  Holding heat
  It's them same crooked niggas
  Watching dough, ain't nothing sweet, word
  Buying beats is like copping grams
  Niggas got too many scams
  To give you garbage, slide the butters to their mans
  That's aiight, though
  'Cause even ready rock gets sold on our block
  Watch us turn nothing into nitro
  And we don't mingle
  'Cause none of us don't really know you
  From the heart, we never talk to strangers
  So why start?
  Anyway, we're rapping for this luxury shit
  I watch wild niggas blow
  See how plush shit can get
  But we ain't trying to kiss ass to blow up fast
  We gonna take our time and rely strictly on the rhyme
  If I, wasn't that cat, Sheek Lucian, that rap
  Would you still be my man
  And pass your bottle to my hand
  Would I be in the rain
  While you pass me in the Land
  Oh, you think by now that I don't already know your plan
  To get next to me and possibly sex me
  Then slip Ecstasy inside a nigga's Pepsi
  Money'll never amount to respect, B
  And you don't wanna test me
  'Cause God blessed me.
  [Chorus: Kelly Price]
  And I know
  I know that it could not happen without you

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  New York Rap

  Sheek louch
  Lox!
  What's ya name again? donnie g (d-block! )
  Who else wit' you, fam? (s-p! )
  Wave the ruger at these haters
  This new york rap, who else wit' you? (al qaeda)
  Don-don,.38 revolve in the brown bag
  Money in the pocket, when I walk, my pants sag
  In and out of town, that's why the god look jet-lagged
  Sheek's still bangin', I ain't wavin' the red flag
  The curse of bin laden, boats don't float across
  His ghostly bones said "rise up with green moss"
  Uh, smoke blowin' on a weave
  Audie on the sleeve, louis vs in the breeze
  Condos in miami, I ain't even use the keys
  Women and fast cars, some of my pet peeves
  Cash and big guns, be wit' them ogs
  Levis, white ups, city lab tees
  Nick said "nate, the yanks gotta bring it home" (new york! )
  Them dirty harrys sittin' on me, all chrome
  Public enemy, welcome to the terrordome
  This uk money, my phone stay home, I roam
  Safety on glock, ice on rock
  I rep biggie since rick ross reppin' pac
  Styles p
  I don't like too many rappers, or niggas
  If you see me talkin' to cowards, it's all figgas
  Gotta be ready to die to war wit' us
  Yeah, we three deep, but there's plenty of more wit' us
  Chop it up, bag it up, set it up
  I got a problem on the strip, I'll wet it up
  I could get a ton on the arm, getcha credit up
  Talkin' to the pilot on the palm, then a senator
  You fakin', nigga, I get it shakin'
  I'll shoot your wife at the dinner table like taken
  I did dirt since krush groove and breakin'
  Now they got a biggie movie, pac comin' next
  You can suck my dick, you said the lox ain't the best
  Now yell pause and no homo that
  And get a bullet in ya fitted where the logo at
  Yeah, another one by the ne sign
  Stab him in the face with the pen he signed
  Now that's that, turn ya fitted to a snapback
  Jadakiss
  Yo, I'm the one that make the car start: engine
  Hard liquor, two weeks straight, nigga: bingin'
  This dope, getcha sniff on or syringe in
  I'm really in these streets, they pretendin'
  You compare him to these creeps? you offend him
  Water and oil, you don't mix, you can't blend them
  Trunk fulla powder, cook it when I get there
  It's me all alone on the throne, yeah, I sit there
  Now just let the haze burn
  Bullets don't ever change, they always burn
  Majority is snakes, the rest is straight worms
  Everybody's a baller, then I must be dave stern
  Virus, whenever I spit, I spray germs
  Who else been nice for this long and stayed firm?
  Donnie g, the phantom, and al qaeda
  L-o-x, the criminology coordinators

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  Niggas Dun Started Sumthin

  [Featuring Mase, DMX]
  [Sheek]
  Hey yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
  And Condominiums over-looking our drug capers
  New York City, the only way to play is gritty
  I want cheddar so we can front up in the eight fitty
  My whole committee like to puff L's and look jiggy
  Who wanna test this? My semi leave you chestless
  There ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless
  Young buttadundy shit that you won't do
  So go ahead with that bullshit you blab about going through
  I got niggas who pump, on yo block and in yo spot
  But sit next to you protecting you but murder you player
  Don Status, nigga we getting chipseses
  And bad bitcheses frontin' in flickseses
  [Mase]
  Yo Mase and The Lox we taking knots from the outta state spots
  Any nigga make it hot get found in vacant lot
  You don't really wanna come try the one guy
  Who stay dumb high from blunt lie
  To ???? alumnight
  We got more beef than an atomic bomb
  So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs
  There's not a nigga in your gang want it
  My AK slay gays and spray strays with niggas names on it
  Often not bugs and much softer than thugs
  Have a chump coughin blood fill his coffin with slugs
  Yo You know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
  Any nigga wave a tech in Mase and, Have and explanation
  You bring your crew in em I'm doing em
  Then I'm Beating em down with aluminium
  Then I'm putting two in em
  You can't touch me I've been Devil sinned
  Wanted for imbesslement
  A lot of other things but that's irrelavent
  [CHORUS]
  [Styles] If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
  [DMX] Niggas done started something
  [Styles] You can lay in the plains or hug the sky for it
  [DMX] Niggas done started something
  {Repeat Chorus}
  [Jadakiss]
  Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa
  Never turn down Chocha We in the Costa
  Rica, sippin Margarittas with a mommy
  Clinged to Tommy, showing love to my army
  Whenever the Lox find Ricky Blocks we kill him
  Yeah I hear niggas but I still don't feel em
  This is for the listeners and prisoners
  And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissing us
  My 16's be so real
  You can feel em in your vein like the mellow pops from Sugar Hill
  Jay be the cause for the kiss that you wait
  Cartel lift spittin clips at yo face
  We started from the bottom, you don't see bad niggas pardon
  Whatever we can do it at the garden
  Word life, this shit is real B
  I'm making niggas blow trials even if they not guilty
  [Styles]
  I want a palace for my thugs, with oriental rugs
  Green back for drugs get waxed for the love
  20 niggas batter me, still couldn't shatter me
  I'm only getting up, splitting up yo anatomy
  Official Lox family, grants niggas handing me
  I want the finer things and I hope you understanding me
  Sitting at the table plan in the club then fanning
  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
  I'd be Gretski, puffin Nestle
  And ya'll niggas done started something
  Acting invincible like you god or something
  If you god, then I'ma mix a lot until you rot
  And if you a player then play for everything you got
  And if you a thug then start busting off shots
  And if you a dogg you better bite before you bark
  Chorus
  [DMX]
  Don't come at me with no bullshit, use caution
  Cuz when I wet shit I dead shit Like abortions, for bigger portions
  Of exortion and racket hear it, rap niggas fear it
  Fuck what you heard it's what you hearing
  How much darker must it get? How must harder must it hit?
  See if ya hardest niggas flip, When I start a bunch of shit
  I like pussy, but not up in my face, So give me 3 feet
  Cuz when we creep, no more then 3 deep, niggas see sheet
  Let hell stand yo shit burried in the mud
  Following traces of gun powder, residue, and blood
  A positive ID is impossible, So you know, John Doe
  Is what they gonna be putting on that tag on yo toe
  Now who gonna tell yo mother her baby's under a cover in the morgue
  Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
  Another hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen
  So you got, what you came for, surgery, with the chainsaw
  I hit the fucking streets just like I said before
  Ain't nothing going down until I eat
  Motherfuckers think it's all about impressing bitches
  And stressing bitches, While I'm testing bitches game
  Undressing bitches and caressing bitches
  And dealing with motherfuckers on all levels
  What I'm dealing with is all devils
  Fucking mistakes, runnin with niggas you call rebels
  I got an army of 7-30 niggas dirty niggas
  It's tough to worry niggas thrity niggas that like to bury niggas
  And scary niggas get all the time, and what they got is all of mine
  Ya never talked this shit until I pull the nine
  And if I don't know you I don't fuck with you
  And if you with my man, then he getting stuck with you
  And gave me the money, cuz I just lost my mind
  When he crossed the line, spit this back to his chest
  Then I tossed the nine
  Forced the crime, black ghotti, I stack bodies

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  One Two Three Four

  Habt Ihr Lust?
  Wir zählen von eins zwölf - in Englisch!
  One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight - Yeah!
  One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight - Yeah!
  One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight - Yeah!
  Nine, Ten, Eleven
  Nine, Ten, Eleven
  Nine, Ten, Eleven - huuuuh - Twelve
  Yeah Twelve,
  Yeah Twelve,
  Yeah Twelve,

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  Shotgun Style (feat. Eve & Nic Nac)

  Featuring Eve, Hot Totti
  [Styles Paniro]
  Coming through shotgun stlye
  Cop one thou
  Need a hundred more
  What da fuck you runnin' for
  You don't wanna see it when we point a gun at yall
  Have everybody sayin' what the hell you done it for
  Muthafucker who you
  Nigga screw you
  Brought my two honnies and they rob shit too
  Strip butt naked
  Wher the da big faces
  Lil' ones too
  Changing off
  Styles coming through
  Danger core
  You in the wrong part of town 17 around
  You know the shit is fucked up when the feinds get down
  And you ask for a nigga, we ain't seen the clown
  [Eve]
  It's so ridiculous
  A snitch quick to bust
  Some cats sensitive
  Like a clit to bust
  Get blue balls tryna give da dick to us
  Double R
  Fuck hard
  Nigga spit you up
  When it comes to our blasting
  Outlasting
  Nigga prepare
  Cause thugging is a fad like a fashion
  Took out by my team nigga
  Thugging is a passion
  Gone give us the cash or a plaque claiming platnium
  You average
  Yall niggas quick to bitch
  My dogs
  Got a nigga quick to snitch
  Want more
  Why you acting like a virgin to dick
  Why you acting like you done got da clip to my shit
  [Sheek]
  Ay yo
  I gots to hide my dick
  Cause niggas ride my dick
  If ain't a nigga
  It's a chick that wanna suck my shit
  Always
  Got something to say about my click
  Snatch your walkman
  Guess who's tape was in that shit
  I put scars on niggas wit these bars
  And a lot of hate in da air
  When I floss thes cars
  All this ice on ours
  We keep in da vault
  Bitch tell your man like Silkk the Shocker
  "It ain't my fault"
  Ay yo
  I drink till I'm barred
  Rock my chains on top of my scar
  To avoid a chest cold
  Pack guns till I'm old
  And I'm a still watch the brooker
  On some Scarface shit
  Caked out you muthafucker
  Still Doin' dirt I ain't your role model don
  Fucked up lifestyle
  I wouldn't teach to my son
  Dealing wit keys
  Big time drug dealer
  In and out of Genovese
  What you want pain killers
  I bounce on tracks
  Put platnium on wax
  Buisness type
  Only way to reach me is the fax
  What you want nigga
  [Hot Totti]
  I'll tell you what I want nigga
  Dat knick knack
  Rollin' in dat black Lex
  Strep in my lap
  Gettin' ready for dat payback
  Some say that down south boss could never be booted
  I'm schooled
  So let me skill this ruler for this rouger
  Do ya
  Stick ups for shady doers
  I knew to much as a youngster
  I was already ruined
  I'm on a paper route
  So I watch out for back stabbers
  I shoot for da loot cause I'm a money stack grabber
  Black Queen
  Wit a spirit of lack a Alackteen
  Stack green
  Generate mad cream
  Like da wickers I love on da perk
  Till he pass out
  Then Wake up in the morning wit his cash out
  Hustle to stay rich
  That's why I came quick
  So when the game switch
  I'll still be the same bitch
  [Jadakiss]
  I don't care if you an east coast nigga
  Or a west coast nigga
  Just keep your heat close
  And your vest close nigga
  When it go down
  Are you gonna pop your clip
  Or let these mark ass niggas
  Try to stop your grip
  I don't think so homes
  My guns is chrome
  And they fit right in your hand
  So they easy to throw 'em
  When I kick in the door
  Gimme the coke and the cola
  Think it's a joke
  I'm aiming at your girls rollers
  Muthafucker
  It gets no better than that
  I hope you improve whateva you lack
  Most niggas get killed inthe streets
  Cause they never be strapped
  But remember this
  Ryde or Die where ever you at
  I got dogs
  That'll put yall in the dirt for me
  So I can get old and tell my kids turf stories