Intro:   Trackmasters nigga   L.o.x, cnn      Verse 1:   [capone]   I been through,   Runnin' from cops,   Eatin' beef on the corner   Been through cold cells   Thug in the bench,   Till that was former   I been put the mack upon ya   Look faget   Turn around to shshshsh, to shoot fagets   I been a star   Since pat benetar   Cnn, lox the type of shit that have you fleein' a rock   I been put the key in a lock   Who got a song, hot a capone   And nore got the benz, first day home   I been beat niggas, piss spittin' on hoes   Thinkin' they too good for hood niggas   Been in my zone   Been in chance since larry holmes (? )   And in a forthbuilding,   Been had 'em rappin' the street   Caught 'em wide over y.o, first felony   So I ain't bought a m ching ching   What is you tellin' me      Verse 2:   [noreaga]   Yo, yo   I got guns, guns   Mad fuckin' guns, ha   I had them hundreds when you had them little ones, ha   But fuck that, live niggas, iraq   And you can catch me with a teletubbie   Holdin' my gat   Yo, I'm a soldier, what   You a soldier, nigga infect   A wow, niggas from suddenly just settin' a trap   I murder you, the niggas fiend   Just fiend to attack   You shut the tunnel down twice like militant nice   We at the club tonight, nore yo   Please be nice   I bought the bar out   Crystal, no glass, no ice   I drink it straight from the bottle,   When I spit on a ho   Ayyo, you punked that bitch   Now I piss on a ho   Melvin flynt, exclusive new shit   You better tell you heard 'em on this trackmas-shit      Chorus:   [jadakiss]   Yo, yo,   Nore keep the gunners in crack   To get you in style   [noreaga]   L.o.x, cnn, y.o. to iraq   [jadakiss]   Luxury cars, twenty thous,   Thugged out the bar   [noreaga]   House on the hill   And my niggas flowin' for real   [jadakiss]   Star in the hood   When niggas go to war we good   We just thugged out hustlers   It's on the hood   We the deepest niggas out   [noreaga]   The streetest niggas out   [jadakiss]   L.o.x and cnn   And leave you bleedin' from your mouth      Verse 3:   [jadakiss]   I learned at a young age   Not to ride with dummies   I won't die for they man   But I die for money   [styles paniro]   And if the lox get rich   We gon devide the money   Were we from we stay live   And survivin' hungry   [jadakiss]   And don't pass me a blunt   Cause you could pass me a gun   [styles paniro]   And you can have that pretty bitch,   Right after I cum   [jadakiss]   And you can front and keep your watch   We go punch your long   [styles paniro]   L.o.x style   [jadakiss]   Cocksucker   [styles paniro]   Dump and we run   [jadakiss]   All our dogs up in the slums   [styles paniro]   Pumpin' they jumps   [jadakiss]   Holdin' they pits   [styles paniro]   Lightin' blunts   Loadin' they shit   [jadakiss]   And niggas can't understand,   That we married the street   And we felt like we were cheatin'   We ain't carryin' our heat   [styles paniro]   And we don't like holdin' nothing   But we carry a beat   Hopin' them stay strong   [jadakiss]   And they can carry the grieve   You break bread with a thief   [styles paniro]   And then you scarry to sleep   [jadakiss]   And we don't try to bury you   [styles paniro & jadakiss]   We try to bury a jeep      Chorus:      Outro:   [noreaga]   What   What   What, what, what   What   What   What, what, what