(Jadakiss)   Yo, you can't fake it   Life's only what you make it   Front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it   Ex-school boy who wanna go and try to take shit   Found his body, in the projects, naked   I ain't gonna lie, If I wasn't doing this now   I'd probably'd be tied down, in a small town   With my eyes on a couple of guys   With their eyes on a couple of pies   Cause I will survive   Brains, is the key to the game   If you ain't got none, what good is a shotgun?   If you ain't got guns, then you better cop some   'Cause the New World Order's around the block, dun   Streets be where Lox get their props from   Check us on the Internet, L-O-X dot com (lox.com)   A worldwide message, I try to express it   The best I could, for ya'll to cherish, till I perish      Chorus (Kelly Price)   I wanna thank you, heavenly Father   For shining your light on me   It's been a long time   Since I had someone to love me   I owe my thanks to thee      (Styles)   They never expressed, that life's a part of death   They never go there, but you can blow here   The 25 to life and greens from below   Where, outta nowhere, you in the bus, hands is cuffed   Can't call your Mom, dog, you know times is rough   you was out yesterday, stressing a better way   Funny thing, they always seem to lock down Kings   And the thugs on the street just love to say, "It's all foul."   Watch the honeys check your style   Worthless, when they worship, what you purchase   They only see ice, not me, under the surface   What's the purpose? I just, go my way   Know my way, 'till bullets blow my way   Which they might, 'cause any night can change your life   Keep your state of mind tight and remain alright   It's plain to fight, but different to shoot   And might do it    If you ain't 10 different ways to get loot.      Chorus (Kelly Price)      (Sheek)   Hey, yo, we handle rap like we do the street   Holding heat   It's them same crooked niggas   Watching dough, ain't nothing sweet, word   Buying beats is like copping grams   Niggas got too many scams   To give you garbage, slide the butters to their mans   That's aiight, though   'Cause even ready rock gets sold on our block   Watch us turn nothing into nitro   And we don't mingle   'Cause none of us don't really know you   From the heart, we never talk to strangers   So why start?   Anyway, we're rapping for this luxury shit   I watch wild niggas blow   See how plush shit can get   But we ain't trying to kiss ass to blow up fast   We gonna take our time and rely strictly on the rhyme   If I, wasn't that cat, Sheek Lucian, that rap   Would you still be my man   And pass your bottle to my hand   Would I be in the rain   While you pass me in the Land   Oh, you think by now that I don't already know your plan   To get next to me and possibly sex me   Then slip Ecstasy inside a nigga's Pepsi   Money'll never amount to respect, B   And you don't wanna test me   'Cause God blessed me.      Chorus (Kelly Price)   And I know    I know that it could not happen without you   I know it could not happen without you