Yeah   Uhhh      [foxy]   It's time for everybody   To get they muthafuckin' minds right   Cause it's about to go down   Straight like that   Oooh   Uhhh   Kid capri   Ill na na   And the muthafuckin' l-o-x   That's right      Chorus (styles)      >from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they corks   >from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns   Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's   But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run   The niggas that had cake and got sent up state   For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight   For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate   Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate      [sheek]   Aye yo, aye yo   Our shit contagious, so y'all niggas try to quaratine us   Ya'll niggas shook up, and all that like orange juice is   My gun american, but my niggas got foreign enemies   Six cars between us, laced out   Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes   We into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the nose   Is sheek lucion, he better ball with a groupie on   My python, gettin' sex   In hotels with connect the rooms   Fill letter walk through on his ex   Jadakiss and styles walk a pound up through a storm   Room service, bring 'em champagne with five matts on   >from most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it   Next stop is movies, y'all check it when blockbuster get it   Cheap-skates, sweatin' off pre-release dates   For money, power & respect, on platnuim out the gates   >from rusell simmons to puff, lox and dmx copped it   Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics   When we eat fish like whiteies   And bitches have all nighties   Suckin' dick, me I'm on some jail shit   Standing up, jerkin' off, while these hoes see these doubles click      Chorus (styles)      >from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they corks   >from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns   Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's   But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run   The niggas that had cake and got sent up state   For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight   For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate   Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate      [foxy brown]   Uhh, uhh   Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin' them chips   Throw it up, for my bitches, that be poppin' that crist'   Specially to the one's, who be ridin' that dick   And if the pussy bangin', hope it cop to a stick   And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these cats   Out of twon, on a hound for these cats, ehh   Shit got dick, let 'em ground for these cats   And the crocodle prada, satsh the pund for these cats   Me and my bitches got down for these cats   Paid our dues, for 62's, taped to the top   Seen the truth through the lie, but the bullshit is fine   Like a trooper, I put that one the life that I ride   Guilty charges, straight copped out the 3-5   Now fucking my crew, suffer and die   Maximum 25, baby fuck if I fry   It's a ditry game, when it come to slingin' them thangs   Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change   Shit, I used to trick that from jewels and the rings, huh      Chorus (styles)      >from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they corks   >from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns   Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's   But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run   The niggas that had cake and got sent up state   For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight   For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate   Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate      [styles]   Fred one, for niggas that be bustin' they gun   Till the death, what'd you expect for a couple of one's   Fred two, for niggas that ain't ever had shit   Messed up, locked down, go on and grab shit   Fred three, for niggas on lock without a key   That ain't never comin' home, but you know how it be   Livin' to die, but niggas ain't willin' to die   If you bust up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky   Feelin' the high, nigga is you willin' to lie   You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie   I leave a bloody mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck   Lox brothers, y'all niggas is cock-suckers   Yellow belly cowards, I want money and the power   Assassin, you think it's a joke, you'll die laughing   Hoppin' out the plane, and only bring the captain   Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin' me   Dog I'm a whole different pedigree   Take me to the limit, I'm layin' in the cut   While you playin' in the scrimage   Meet you at the final   Lyrically, I'm spiritually, drunkier then a winow   Posion, house full of rhyme   Bring your boys in   Tell 'em take it easy, have a seat on the couch   I'm the govenor, y'all bitch niggas is crowds   Take orders, we need passports at the border   Transport the water, sheerest corner   Fell sick to be hit, but we wasn't the cure   Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick drop   Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up   Nobody gets up      Muthafuckas   L-o-x muthafucka   L-o-x, try this shit      Chorus (with ad-libs)      >from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they corks   >from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns   Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's   But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run   The niggas that had cake and got sent up state   For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight   For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate   Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate