[Skip]   Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen   Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in   Listen, I know we just came from fishin   But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin   I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder y'all   You and all the trouble goin through by servin y'all   And only cause my man heard of y'all   Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all      [Tony Yayo]   I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp   I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks   And yo my neck upgraded, my wrist's upgraded   I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob   I'm still on the strip, tryin to get my grims off   Nigga tryin to flip and its a Mexican stand off   I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil   Dressed in all black, lookin for souls to steal      [Chorus - 2X]   Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine   Little bit of dro, little bit of heroine   A littlE bit of ecstacy   That's why your bitch want to be next to me   We sell a little bit a everything      [Young Buck]   I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag   And rockaby baby, I'm in the blue Jag with new tags, in case you wanna chase   I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle   A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin call my people   We got these fiends pourin liters, and they shootin needles   Need to be takin your connection, cause we got it cheaper   Shit I ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess   Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga      [Lloyd Banks]   Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a laser   And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor   Your hollerin for praise ya, catch me in the hood with a model named Taysha   And the swallow game major   These cowards ain't gangsta, they tellin you lies by sellin you dreams   And they ain't fill ins, they fiends   Plus they rat, and it's too hot to chill in the sun   My pops 39 years old, and still on the run      [Chorus]      [Juvenile]   Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want coke   Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro   Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo'   You feelin' hot and moist, I even get you a ho   If you don't got no whip, I get you a car   If you don't got no skills, I get your some more   My nigga we don't cut it, we serve it raw   Got anythin you want, play us awful hard      [50 Cent]   My 22's bling, so niggaz scheme   745i clean, this little shell nigga, fuck a triple beam   Coffee pot to cook coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to loc   Method cut the coke, 50 no joke   I ain't "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don't give a fuck   Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duck   With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya   If you survive you gonna feel what talent do to ya