Yeah
Uhhh
[Foxy]
It's time for everybody
To get they muthaf**in' minds right
Cause it's about to go down
Straight like that
Oooh
Uhhh
Kid Capri
Ill Na Na
And the muthaf**in' 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
n***as that rock whips and get plenty of one's
But n***as goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
The n***as that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost a child and had to set up a wake
For those who swan about the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life just keep the faith
[Sheek]
Aye yo, aye yo
Our sh** contagious, so ya'll n***as try to quaratine us
Ya'll n***as shook up, and all that like Orangina's
My gun American, but my n***as got foreign nina's
Six cars between us, laced out
Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes
We hung in heavy metal clubs, and slung sh** for the nose
It's Sheek Luchion, either at the bar with a groupie on
My python, gettin' s**
In hotels with connected the rooms
Fill letter walk through on his ex
Jadakiss and Styles smoke 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, ya'll check it when Blockbuster get it
Cheap-skates, sweatin' off Capri's pre-release dates
For Money, Power & Respect, went platnuim out the gates
From Rusell Simmons to Puff, Lox and DMX got this
Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics
When we eat fish like whiteies
And b**hes have on nighties
s**in' dick, me I'm on some jail sh**
Standing up, jerkin' off, while these hoes eat each others clits
(Yuh heard me)
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
n***as that rock whips and get plenty of one's
But n***as goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
The n***as that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost a child and had to set up a wake
For those who swan about the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life just keep the faith
[Foxy Brown]
Uhh, uhh
Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin' them chips
Throw it up, for my b**hes, that be poppin' that Crist'
Specially to the one's, who be ridin' that dick
And if the p**y bangin', hope it cop to a stick
And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these cats
Out of town, on a hound for these cats
If sh** got thick, let off rounds for these cats
In the crocodle Prada, stash the pound for these cats
Me and my b**hes got down for these cats
Paid our dues, for 62's, taped to the thigh
Seen the truth through the lie, but the bullsh** aside
Like a trooper, I put that on my life that I ride
Conspiracy charge, straight copped out to 3-5
What f** am I to do, suffer and die
Maximum 25, baby f** 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
sh**, I used to trick that from j**els 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
n***as that rock whips and get plenty of one's
But n***as goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
The n***as that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost a child and had to set up a wake
For those who swan about the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life just keep the faith
[Styles]
Prayer one, for n***as that be bustin' they gun
Till the d**h, what'd you expect for a couple of one's
Prayer two, for n***as that ain't ever had sh**
Masked up, blacked down, go on and grab sh**
Prayer three, for n***as on lock without a key
That ain't never comin' home, but you know how it be
Livin' to die, but n***as ain't willin' to die
If you bust up in the air, you ain't k**in' the sky
Feelin' the high, n***a is you willin' to lie
You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie
I leave a bloody mess, n***a bigger then me, cut his neck
Lox brothers, ya'll n***as is co*k-s**ers
Yellow belly cowards, I want Money and the Power
Assa**in, you think it's a joke, you'll die laughing
Hoppin' out the plane, and only bringing the captain
Start of a legacy, her heart 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, drunker then a whino
Posion, house full of rhyme
Bring your boys in
Tell 'em take it easy, have a seat on the couch
I'm the govenor, ya'll b**h n***as is crouts
Take orders, yuh need pa**ports at the border
We transporting water, sh** was flawed
Fell sick took a hit, but we wasn't the cure
Make your ear-drums pop, bottom lip drop
Eyes switch up, knees hit the floor by the time he spits up
Nobody gets up
Muthaf**as
L-O-X muthaf**a
L-O-X, try this sh**
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
n***as that rock whips and get plenty of one's
But n***as goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
The n***as that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost a child and had to set up a wake
For those who swan about the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life just keep the faith