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Reservoir Dogs (dirty)
Jay Z
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Shit real right here
Roc-A-Fella
LOX
Taking the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and banned from TV
Yo a nigga with no mask look at the camera like what
See I did it like a sick white boy in a cult committed
To the death of me I spaz like I'm on ecstasy
Drop a hundred bars for real like I'm looking for a deal
If I ain't hungry who the fuck is? I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola biz
And walk the streets of NY like I don't fucking care
If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nikes
Get off mine y'all talk shit like little children
Wanna ride mine like bitches when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter with wild whores
Jet skiing while you keep warm in corner stores
I make it hot, flooding your block the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-ray
As I get roasted looking at Biggie posted on my wall
Taking shots of Louis 'til I fall
Nothing to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster 'til I swear Big move
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing, what
Yo, yo pressure bust pipes and it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggas lie it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mack I supply it now
My squad roll deep in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of fives and six, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggas wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name?
Then test my game until you hear me test my aim
Y'all niggas nuts like testicles
Hit you up in your apartment building vestibule
Bruh it's best for you to keep on walking
Heat from the Larkin keep on sparking
Platinum Prezi bestie stay sparkling
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pineapple Bacardi darkin' when it's hawking
Out on the strip until I reach the margin
Not trying to meet the sergeant at the precinct
Eating cheese sandwiches down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and regents
Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on a pill then I'm killing your pops
You feeling the LOX nigga so why you grilling the LOX?
If this rap shit don't work nigga still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangsters don't die they get chubby and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper
If the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape you gon' buy it
I put it in the bag you gon' try it
Y'all niggas can't deny it
Lot of cats still trying to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve and my hard hat
No matter if I'm opening up or headline
Doing the speed limit or pushing redline
Six months in the county off bed time
I'ma be the kid's nigga until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic
Any nigga I ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit spit acid
L-O-X Ruff Ryders you heard we got the game mastered
I told you the pain was coming, you wouldn't listen
You tried to play me like a joke, now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to hell
Y'all motherfuckers is sick, don't think sauce is shit
So many niggas on my nuts thought I lost my dick
Picture me falling off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly might miss you but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm sonning your crew
I fuck with win, y'all niggas coming to lose
Something to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
I lay off wack niggas and kill 'em on my day off
Ain't nothing for me to bust a tre off
Murder the whole month of April nigga just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf
You like crews, now I concentrate on your camp like
Flow hot like a heat wave
Whips fatter than the shit they beat slaves with
I'm a mill stacking nigga who pull quick
Still packing 'fore you feel jacked nigga on that good shit
I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about the pretty bitch who wash y'all cars
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past, if I did I would've asked
I'm too busy lighting dro with a whole lot of hash
As far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggas
Shooting backwards just for practice
Ride or die nigga, hopping in your casket
'Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spitting let 'em know the shells hit you
I tell niggas quick suck dick and get a Glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven bust six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joints stay below me
I Ruff Ryders pop a fella for Roc-A-Fella
What the fuck, spending mozzarella
I know pop you can't stand us 'cause we cock them hammers
Run in your crib no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Cropped up in the dropper popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big things, thick chains ain't shit changed
Get brain in the four dot six Range
Fuck name, switch lanes every time I hit switch lanes
Nigga slip big game
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain to the brain
Motherfuckers is nodding and throwing up
You know that, you don't wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Got a love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money 'til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gon' stop us with your measly asses?
We don't stop at the tolls we got E-Z passes
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with IV on the elastic
Yeah
Bitch shut the fuck up
You heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint
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