(Sheek ad libbing)      [Sheek]   Now you can quote me on this   I bust my gun   Also quote me on this   I handle my biz   I knew it was my house when Run was sayin it was his   I aint lyin   Aint no cords or no steam in this iron   But it is a permanent press   Have these 38 shells spray starch your chest   Leave you stiff   Coroners make ashes of you   In rap I'm like God nigga forever above you   If I don't do it all I just dial my phone   And you get sprayed through your clothes like you put on cologne   If it's not violence or drugs I have nothing to spit   I be lyin if I talk some spiritual shit   Like Kirk Franklin and them   Y'all just aint me   I can't tell you about God but I can tell you about a key   And what I'll do to God's children if they jerk me   Hurt me , never , that'll be a sin   I'ma put the Bible to your head and shoot through Matthew verse 10   What   C'mon niggas   What      CHORUS 2X:   [Eve and Jadakiss]   You told me you would bust your guns for me   (Yeah bust your gun dog)   You said you'd always sling your pounds   (Sling the hydro green)   Now you're away and you're all that I need   (You're all that I need baby)   But L-O-X will hold it down   (You know the LOX gonna hold it)      [Jadakiss]   I'm back in the game   I still ride the back of the train   And sit right next to jake with a package of caine   Niggas say he realer than me you call him a liar   I got the outtie T T the same color as fire   You just gettin a name   Puttin shit in the game   Stop fakin   I have your doorag lookin Jamaican   Holey as the water in the front of the church   Then find you with no back plus one in your earth   I can't wait for the day you get murt   'cause I'ma throw a free party at the Tunnel and give out work   I love myself , my family , and love my son   Love my niggas and love white Air Force Ones   And besides that I'm open off the dro and the guns   And the head you could get from a hoe in the slums   Niggas always act silly till you show em the milly   Then they got the nerve to ask you why you wanna kill me   Uhh      CHORUS 2X      [Styles]   I know it aint right   For me to swear to God   But I swear to God that I'll murder you dog   And I know it aint right   For me to sell dope   Rob stores but I still gotta run from the law   Twenty niggas in the clique   How all of us pour   In a three room apartment and we all on the floor   I reflect to the days I thought of bustin the whip   Now I come through the scene and niggas cuffin they bitch   Feel good to see Kiss spend a buck on his wrists   Or Sheek frontin on a jet ski with a Puerto Rican chick   I dont rock no jewels   But I pops my tools   And I work my coupe to do a buck 68   P hit you in the head like a dutch to the face   Or a cup full of liquor   Come and fuck with you nigga   'cause I make drug money   Gotta take blood from me   If you wanna prove a point pull a joint shoot dummies      CHORUS 3X