Verse One: Sheek Luchion      You on the circle line, what's wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet   ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat   Nigga please, in the Hills of Beverly, you find it's heavenly   slingin' dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily   L.O.X., when we ball   it's Pay-Per-View y'all   Straight movie   flee in the Z3 while woozy   Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta shit    for me to get paid on my song, y'all just get sprayed   Esta mointo; as a nail but on point though   I'll blast up the loca   for skimming on my coca   L.O.X., in total control and power   and everything you see us with in videos be ours   You can't afford it, so you playa hate I see your logic   my coat is $1500 keep your army in the closet   As long as L-O-X keeps giving you what you need   we gonna take it there nigga AS WE PROCEED      Chorus (Ma$e): 1, 2, 3, 4 (4X)      Verse Two: Jadakiss      Yo, you already know what I'm here for   therefore, L-O-X be the niggaz that I care for   Holding down this foundation, Mr. Jason   bald head, baby faced and I stay laced and   When you pay good, you play good, stay good   I'ma get this money while you fake thugs stay hood   Why wouldn't I be stacking franks   15 in clip while you packing shanks   Iron swinger, hair triggers, Fed bidders   real niggaz, the lil' kids still dig us   Next time be careful who you bring drama to   speaker phone in the Suburban with 6 monitors   Pad lock everything filled to the top   we ain't gonna stop, we just gonna squeeze 'til you drop   Paniro, Luch, bounce in the coupe   with no trouble all my niggaz bubble like goose   Or geese, Nautica fleece it ain't nothing   but now I can drop 25 on the piece   Butta Nats do it with whoever, who you kidding?   back to back like green on the other side of Clinton   Shock treatments for them cats who can't freak it   we keep 'em dusted, that's why they always try to leak it   But peep it, that weed shit, you can keep it   we trying to sell all the real units we can eat with      Verse Three: Styles Paniro      Fuck the cars and the clothes, sex and the bitch   homies that got life and niggaz that run thick   Like a pack of wolves with tools we all improve   chance I can drown I ain't jumping in the pool   I ain't a fool, you fucking with the Guineas and the Mouls   when the money's making me hot, I move where it's cool   My pigment is just a figment   you never see my ghost, move through the L-O-X triangle pyramid   This is for them cats that's like "who's the L.O.X."   better float up to Yonkers nigga choose a block   Got Arabics, Ricans, Jews and Wops   drinking booze 'bout to drop, trying to lose the cops   Same shit, where you at say where you at   I got my first felony, holding my gat   And I been robbing cats, slinging my sacks   Styles P-A-N-I-R-O   BM Doub., see that thug, get that dough   We ain't positive, but we ain't negative   the cops got guns and they don't like us where we live   Take notes, I'm smoking a roach, holding my toast   giving my quotes, to the shorties living with dope   You think it ain't real, until you're caged in and you can't get a feel   we keep the rage in 'cause we never made a mil.   So we blazin' all the faggots on the hill   fuckin' niggaz girls but they keep 'em on the pill   But dog wear your hat 'cause the honey's type ill   everything is real