Trackmasters Nigga   L.O.X, CNN      [Capone]   I been through, runnin' from cops, eatin' beef on the corner   Been through cold cells, thug in the bench, the rap performer   I been put the Mack upon ya, look faggot   Turn around to shshshsh, to shoot faggots   I been a star since Pat Benetar   CNN, Lox the type of shit that have you fleein' a rock   I been put the key in a lock   Who got a song, hot a Capone   And Nore copped the Benz, first day home   I been beatin' niggaz up, been spittin' on hoes    Thinkin' they too good for hood niggaz   Been in my zone   Been the champ since Larry Holmes, Spinks had teeth   And in a forbuilding,    been had 'em reppin' the street   Caught 'em wide over Y.O, first felony   Solo Eightball and MJG   What is you tellin' me      [Noreaga]   Yo, yo   I got guns, guns   Mad fuckin' guns, ha   I had them hundreds when you had them little ones, ha   But fuck that, live niggaz, In rap   And you can catch me with a Teletubbie   Holdin' my gat   Yo, I'm a soldier, what   You a soldier, Nigga infact   A wow, niggaz from suddenly just settin' a trap   I murder you, the niggaz fiend   Just fiend to attack   You shut the tunnel down twice like militant night   We at the club tonight, Nore yo   Please be nice   I buy the bar out   Crystal, no glass, no ice   I drink it straight from the bottle,   And I spit on a ho   Ayyo, you boned that bitch   Naw I pissed on a ho   Melvin Flynt, exclusive new shit   Yo, you better tell 'em you heard 'it on this Track   Masterz      [Chorus: Jadakiss] + (Noreaga)   Yo, yo,   You only need a gun and some crack to get you a stack   (L.O.X., CNN, Y.O. to Iraq)   Luxury cars, twenty thous, thugged out the bar   (House on the hill, and my niggaz blowin' for real)   Store in the hood, my niggas go to war and we good   We just thugged out hustlers, tourin' the hood   We the deepest niggaz out (the streetest niggaz out)   L.O.X. and CNN will leave you bleedin' from the mouth      [Jadakiss]   I learned at a young age   Not to ride with dummies   That won't die for they man   But 'ell die for money      [Styles Paniro]   And if the L.O.X. get rich   We goin' divide the money   Where we from we stay live   And survivin' hungry      [Jadakiss]   Don't pass me a blunt   But you can pass me a gun      [Styles Paniro]   And you can have that pretty bitch,   Right after I cum      [Jadakiss]   And you can front and keep your watch   We goin' puncture a lung      [Styles Paniro]   L.O.X. style      [Jadakiss]   Cocksucker      [Styles Paniro]   Dump and we run      [Jadakiss]   All our dogs up in the slums      [Styles Paniro]   Humpin' they chums      [Jadakiss]   Holdin' they pits         [Styles Paniro]   Lightin' blunts   Loadin' they shit      [Jadakiss]   And niggaz can't understand,   that we married the street   And when we felt like we were cheatin'   We ain't carryin' our heat      [Styles Paniro]   And we don't like holdin' nothing   But we carry a beef   Hopin' ya family stay strong      [Jadakiss]   Then they can carry the grief   You break bread with a thief      [Styles Paniro]   And then you scarry to sleep      [Jadakiss]   And we ain't tryin' to bury you      [Styles Paniro & Jadakiss]   We tryin' to bury a jeep      Chorus:      Outro:   [Noreaga]   What   What   What, what, what   What   What   What, what, what