[Sheek]
yo, aye yo let's get papers and pop mo' wit holes up in skyscrapers
in condominiums overlooking our drug capers
New York City, the only way to play is gritty
i want cheddar so we can front up in the 8-fitty
my whole committee like to puff L's and look jiggy
who wanna test this? my semi leave you chestless
and ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless
young but i done did, shit that you won't do
so go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin through
i got niggas who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
who sit next to you, protectin you, but they'll murder you, playa
Don status, nigga we gettin chips-es-s
and bad bitch-es-s, frontin in eclipse-es-s
[Mase]
yo, Mase and The Lox, we takin knots from the out of state spots
any nigga make it hot, get found in a vacant lot
you don't really wanna come try, the one guy
who stay dumb high from blunt lye, the rack of sing-sing alumni
who got more beef than a Islamic farm
so i pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs
it's not a nigga in your gang want it
my AK slay gays, spray strays wit niggas names on it
often i bug, then we'll soften a thug
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 Tec at Mason, have a explanation
you bring your crew an' them, i'm doin 'em
then i'm beatin 'em down with aluminum, then i'm puttin two in 'em
you can't touch me, i've been devil-sent
wanted for embezzlment and a lotta other things, but that's irrelavent
[chorus X2: Styles (DMX)]
if you love the money, then prepare to die for it
(niggaz done started somethin)
you can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
(niggaz done started somethin)
[Jadakiss]
yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa
never turned down chocha, be in the Costa...
Rica, sippin margaritas wit a mami
cleanin my Tommy, showin love to my army
whenever the Lox find rippy blocks, we kill 'em
yeah, i hear niggas, but i still don't feel 'em
and this for the listeners, and prisoners
and them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin us
my 16's be so real
you can feel em in your vein like Ramello's pops from Sugarhill
J be the cause for the kiss at your wake
cartel lips, spittin clips at your face
we started from the bottom, you don't see? beg niggas pardon
whatever, we can do it at the Garden
word life, this shit is real B
i'm makin niggas blow trial even if they not guilty
[Styles]
i want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs
green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love
twenty niggas batter me, still couldn't shatter me
i'm only gettin up, splittin up your anatomy
official lock family, grants niggas handin me
i want the finer things, and i hope you understandin me
sittin at the table, plannin, plug the fan in
let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon
think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest
regardless, if you a thug or a rap artist
respect me like Pesci
and if rap was hockey, i be Gretzky, puffin Nestle
any ya niggaz done started somethin
actin invincible like you god or somethin
if you god, then i'ma makes a lot, til you rot
and if you a playa, then play for everything you got
and if you a thug, then start bustin off shots
and if you a dog, you better bite before you bark
[chorus]
[DMX]
don't came at me wit no bullshit, use caution
cuz when i wet shit, i dead shit, like abortions, for bigger portions
of extortion then racketeerin
got niggaz fearin, fuck what you heard, it's what you hearin
how much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
see if your hardest niggas flip, when i start a bunch of shit
i like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet
cuz if you don't creep, no more than three deep, niggas see sheep
bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud
following traces of gun powder residue and blood
a positive ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be puttin on that tag on yo' toe
now who gon' 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 (what's that?)
surgery wit the chainsaw (grrrrr)
i hit the fuckin streets
cuz like i said before ain't nothin goin down until i eat
motherfuckas think it's all about impressin bitches and stressin bitches
well, i'm testin bitches game, adressin bitches, and caressin bitches
and dealin wit motherfuckers on all levels, what i'm dealin wit is all devils
fuckin with snakes runnin wit niggas you call rebels
i got an army of 730 niggas, dirty niggas, that come through and worry niggas
30 niggaz, that like to bury niggas
and scary niggaz get it all the time, cuz what they got, is all of mine
your man was talkin shit until i pulled the nine
and if i don't know you i don't fuck wit you
and if you wit my man, then he gettin stuck wit you
and gave it the money, cuz i just lost my mind when he crossed the line
sent his back through his chest, then i tossed the nine
boss of crime, black Gotti, i stack bodies
wit the black shotty, bitch-ass niggas who act snotty
forget it
these niggas is for real
these niggas ain't playin
this ain't no fuckin game
you think we playin?
Ruff Ryders
grrrrrr
