[Funkmaster Flex]   Yeah, you know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece   You know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece!   Big shot to my man Puff Daddy, Notorious B.I.G., one time!      [Styles]   I'd rather not breathe than snitch   And I love my niggaz not my bitch, Lox pop the clip   Hit the rap game what's the dope name   I be a ?chick? named ?Lo Kane?, tellin ma I take her on my own fame   Movin with, entrepeneurs, from the law   Coke sniffin bitches hold the fort it's off the wall   Back to reality my mentality is fatality   Niggaz makin way over they salary   I think way out, like a fifty state lay-out   Dubs me enough in one city to have it spray out   Cartels bring in they coke, havin a weigh out   Kingpins is crowned, blunts is lit   Aiyyo Styles from the streets so a cell ain't shit   Jail ain't shit, God'll just teach me quick   If they put me in a cell then my ghost'll drift   Hold my inf, feel my soul give me the strength      [Notorious B.I.G.]   Yeah, yeah, yeah   Pop the gat, aim squeeze precisely   Where them niggaz at? Them feds are sheisty   See the problem's that, you way too nice please   Where that coke at? Fuck where it might be   Don't be like me, hard-headed, extroverted   When my gun burn, much hotter than sunburn   You got one turn, I suggest you show   me the stash to the cash and the blow, yo   Wherever I go, my crew, is true to swarm   Got stripes in New York like Yankee uniforms   When I was born, I know I make the world darker   The age of fifteen, tote gats, quick to spark ya   Like Bob Barker, if The Price is Right   Lay your ass down for spite, anybody aight?   Went from eatin no frills cereals with food stamps   to Armani materials, coppin Rembrandts      [Jadakiss]   I got cats to spray for me, honeys that pay for me   Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me   Cats that spray for me, honeys that pay for me   Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me      [Shiek]   Uhh, uhh, talkin to me doin shit for you, try God   Cause after, runnin your cabbage you as good as retard   Mr. Big Style, too cool, I did this to you   Whirlpool maxin, lounge to the end   Elevator, next stop, Tony and LaFrenz   While y'all still fuckin with them twins from Flatte   Somehow Vegas, tryin to strip Stacy Dash   Fuck police talk black I'm the SHIT in New York   Too many supercops nigga, you can have these blocks   And these hoes, with them cheap ass Parasucos   Get some new clothes, then I let you front in my Porsche   And give Jay head, til your squeaky voice turns hoarse      [Jadakiss]   Four minutes and twenty five seconds to your end   You know it be the kiss, grantin your last wish   Everybody wanna know who The Lox is   Cause we ain't spittin nuttin out but that hot shit   Burnin trees, sippin mo', eatin lobsters   Up in the oriental joint, usin chopsticks   Soon we gonna rock gators, hit bitches from Barbados   Then all y'all players gonna hate us   Cause everything we do stay gettin overlooked   Now y'all be shook cause you dealin with real crooks   I can't lie for a while y'all cats was on us   But now, if you can't beat us, join us   We tryin to blow lye with the Sultan of Brunei   In it for the cheddar, Gucci slip-ons and sweaters   Black In-5 with the headers   Andrew Mark be the leathers, mob hats with the feathers   Whatever, Goodfellas, uhh