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  • (feat. Foxy Brown, The Lox)
    Yeah
    Uhhh
    [Foxy]
    It's time for everybody
    To get they mutha******' minds right
    Cause it's about to go down
    Straight like that
    Oooh
    Uhhh
    Kid Capri
    Ill Na Na
    And the mutha******' L-O-X
    That's right
    [Chorus: Styles]
    From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks
    From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
    ***********s that rock whips and get plenty of one's
    But ***********s goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
    The ***********s that had cake and got sent up state
    For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
    For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
    Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
    [Sheek]
    Aye yo, aye yo
    Our ***********t contagious, so ya'll ***********s try to quaratine us
    Ya'll ***********s shook up, and all that like Orange Juice is
    My gun American, but my ***********s got foreign enemies
    Six cars between us, laced out
    Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes
    We into heavy metal plugs, and slum ***********t for the nose
    Is Sheek Lucion, he better ball with a groupie on
    My python, gettin' ***
    In hotels with connect the rooms
    Fill letter walk through on his ex
    Jadakiss and Styles walk a pound up through a storm
    Room service, bring 'em champagne with five matts on
    >From most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it
    Next stop is movies, ya'll check it when Blockbuster get it
    Cheap-skates, sweatin' off pre-release dates
    For Money, Power & Respect, on platnuim out the gates
    >From Rusell Simmons to Puff, Lox and DMX copped it
    Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics
    When we eat fish like whiteies
    And *********** have all nighties
    Suckin' ***********, me I'm on some jail ***********t
    Standing up, jerkin' off, while these hoes see these doubles click
    [Chorus: Styles]
    From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks
    From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
    ***********s that rock whips and get plenty of one's
    But ***********s goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
    The ***********s that had cake and got sent up state
    For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
    For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
    Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
    [Foxy Brown]
    Uhh, uhh
    Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin' them chips
    Throw it up, for my ***********, that be poppin' that Crist'
    Specially to the one's, who be ridin' that ***********
    And if the *********** bangin', hope it cop to a stick
    And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these cats
    Out of twon, on a hound for these cats, ehh
    ***********t got ***********, let 'em ground for these cats
    And the crocodle Prada, satsh the pund for these cats
    Me and my *********** got down for these cats
    Paid our dues, for 62's, taped to the top
    Seen the truth through the lie, but the bull***********t is fine
    Like a trooper, I put that one the life that I ride
    Guilty charges, straight copped out the 3-5
    Now ******g my crew, suffer and die
    Maximum 25, baby *********** if I fry
    It's a ditry game, when it come to slingin' them thangs
    Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change
    ***********t, i used to trick that from jewels and the rings, huh
    [Chorus: Styles]
    From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks
    From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
    ***********s that rock whips and get plenty of one's
    But ***********s goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
    The ***********s that had cake and got sent up state
    For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
    For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
    Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
    [Styles]
    Fred one, for ***********s that be bustin' they gun
    Till the death, what'd you expect for a couple of one's
    Fred two, for ***********s that ain't ever had ***********t
    Messed up, locked down, go on and grab ***********t
    Fred three, for ***********s on lock without a key
    That ain't never comin' home, but you know how it be
    Livin' to die, but ***********s ain't willin' to die
    If you bust up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky
    Feelin' the high, *********** is you willin' to lie
    You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie
    I leave a bloody mess, *********** bigger then me, cut his neck
    Lox brothers, ya'll ***********s is ***********s
    Yellow belly cowards, I want Money and the Power
    Assassin, you think it's a joke, you'll die laughing
    Hoppin' out the plane, and only bring the captain
    Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin' me
    Dog I'm a whole different pedigree
    Take me to the limit, I'm layin' in the cut
    While you playin' in the scrimage
    Meet you at the final
    Lyrically, I'm spiritually, drunkier then a winow
    Posion, house full of rhyme
    Bring your boys in
    Tell 'em take it easy, have a seat on the couch
    I'm the govenor, ya'll *********** ***********s is crowds
    Take orders, we need passports at the border
    Transport the water, sheerest corner
    Fell sick to be hit, but we wasn't the cure
    Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick drop
    Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up
    Nobody gets up
    Mutha***********as
    L-O-X mutha***********a
    L-O-X, try this ***********t
    [Chorus: with ad-libs]
    From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks
    From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
    ***********s that rock whips and get plenty of one's
    But ***********s goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
    The ***********s that had cake and got sent up state
    For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
    For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
    Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
  • (feat. Foxy Brown, The Lox)
    Yeah
    Uhhh
    [Foxy]
    It's time for everybody
    To get they mutha******' minds right
    Cause it's about to go down
    Straight like that
    Oooh
    Uhhh
    Kid Capri
    Ill Na Na
    And the mutha******' L-O-X
    That's right
    [Chorus: Styles]
    From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks
    From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
    ***********s that rock whips and get plenty of one's
    But ***********s goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
    The ***********s that had cake and got sent up state
    For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
    For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
    Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
    [Sheek]
    Aye yo, aye yo
    Our ***********t contagious, so ya'll ***********s try to quaratine us
    Ya'll ***********s shook up, and all that like Orange Juice is
    My gun American, but my ***********s got foreign enemies
    Six cars between us, laced out
    Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes
    We into heavy metal plugs, and slum ***********t for the nose
    Is Sheek Lucion, he better ball with a groupie on
    My python, gettin' ***
    In hotels with connect the rooms
    Fill letter walk through on his ex
    Jadakiss and Styles walk a pound up through a storm
    Room service, bring 'em champagne with five matts on
    >From most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it
    Next stop is movies, ya'll check it when Blockbuster get it
    Cheap-skates, sweatin' off pre-release dates
    For Money, Power & Respect, on platnuim out the gates
    >From Rusell Simmons to Puff, Lox and DMX copped it
    Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics
    When we eat fish like whiteies
    And *********** have all nighties
    Suckin' ***********, me I'm on some jail ***********t
    Standing up, jerkin' off, while these hoes see these doubles click
    [Chorus: Styles]
    From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks
    From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
    ***********s that rock whips and get plenty of one's
    But ***********s goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
    The ***********s that had cake and got sent up state
    For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
    For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
    Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
    [Foxy Brown]
    Uhh, uhh
    Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin' them chips
    Throw it up, for my ***********, that be poppin' that Crist'
    Specially to the one's, who be ridin' that ***********
    And if the *********** bangin', hope it cop to a stick
    And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these cats
    Out of twon, on a hound for these cats, ehh
    ***********t got ***********, let 'em ground for these cats
    And the crocodle Prada, satsh the pund for these cats
    Me and my *********** got down for these cats
    Paid our dues, for 62's, taped to the top
    Seen the truth through the lie, but the bull***********t is fine
    Like a trooper, I put that one the life that I ride
    Guilty charges, straight copped out the 3-5
    Now ******g my crew, suffer and die
    Maximum 25, baby *********** if I fry
    It's a ditry game, when it come to slingin' them thangs
    Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change
    ***********t, i used to trick that from jewels and the rings, huh
    [Chorus: Styles]
    From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks
    From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
    ***********s that rock whips and get plenty of one's
    But ***********s goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
    The ***********s that had cake and got sent up state
    For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
    For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
    Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
    [Styles]
    Fred one, for ***********s that be bustin' they gun
    Till the death, what'd you expect for a couple of one's
    Fred two, for ***********s that ain't ever had ***********t
    Messed up, locked down, go on and grab ***********t
    Fred three, for ***********s on lock without a key
    That ain't never comin' home, but you know how it be
    Livin' to die, but ***********s ain't willin' to die
    If you bust up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky
    Feelin' the high, *********** is you willin' to lie
    You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie
    I leave a bloody mess, *********** bigger then me, cut his neck
    Lox brothers, ya'll ***********s is ***********s
    Yellow belly cowards, I want Money and the Power
    Assassin, you think it's a joke, you'll die laughing
    Hoppin' out the plane, and only bring the captain
    Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin' me
    Dog I'm a whole different pedigree
    Take me to the limit, I'm layin' in the cut
    While you playin' in the scrimage
    Meet you at the final
    Lyrically, I'm spiritually, drunkier then a winow
    Posion, house full of rhyme
    Bring your boys in
    Tell 'em take it easy, have a seat on the couch
    I'm the govenor, ya'll *********** ***********s is crowds
    Take orders, we need passports at the border
    Transport the water, sheerest corner
    Fell sick to be hit, but we wasn't the cure
    Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick drop
    Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up
    Nobody gets up
    Mutha***********as
    L-O-X mutha***********a
    L-O-X, try this ***********t
    [Chorus: with ad-libs]
    From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks
    From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
    ***********s that rock whips and get plenty of one's
    But ***********s goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
    The ***********s that had cake and got sent up state
    For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
    For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
    Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate