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Reservoir Dogs
JAŸ-Z, L.O.X., Sauce Money, Beanie Sigel
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Yo, shut the fuck up 'fore I blast
And ban from TV yo' ass with no mask
Look at the camera like "What?"
Yeah 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 lookin' 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 N.Y. like I don't give a fuck kid
If I ain't strapped, that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like lil' children
Wanna ride mine like bitches when I walk up in the buildin'
'Cause I catch tans in the winter with wild whores
Jet-skiin' while you keep warm in corner stores
I make it hot, floodin' yo' block the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin' shots of Louis 'til I fall
Nothin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes 'til the poster 'til I swear Big moved
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costin'
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 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
Case niggas wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name and test my game
Until you have me test my aim?
Y'all niggas nuts like Testa Cro
Hit you up in your apartment building vestibule
Breakfast best for you to keep on walkin'
Heat from the Larkin keep on sparkin'
Platinum Prezi' bezi' stay sparklin'
Cop off the lot, never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken when it's parkin'
Out on the strip until I reach the margin
Not tryin' to meet the sergeant at the precinct
Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and regents
Now if I kill you, I'll probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal, then I'm killin' your pops
You feelin' The Lox? Nigga, then why you grillin' The Lox?
If this rap shit don't work, niggas still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby and move to Miami
Shit is deep now, dawg, but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you gon' buy it
I put it in a bag, you gon' try it, y'all niggas can't deny it
Lot of cats still tryna 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 openin' up or headlinin'
Doin' the speed limit or pushin' redline
Six months in the county or fed time
I'ma be the kid, nigga, until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic
Any nigga I ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Any time I spit, spit acid
L-O-X, Ruff Ryder, ya heard? We got the game mastered
I told you the pain was comin'!
You wouldn't listen!
You thought I'd play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to Hell!
Uh, you motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggas on my nuts, thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin' off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way, I'm sonnin' y'all crews
I fuckin' win, y'all niggas comin' to lose
Somethin' to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
I lay off wack niggas and kill 'em on my day off
Ain't nothin' for me to bust a trey 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 Zeus
Flow hot like a heatwave, bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a mil-stackin' nigga who pull quick
Still packin' for you Phil Jackson niggas on that bullshit
I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about the pretty bitches, watch 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 woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin' 'dro with a whole lot of hash
As far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggas
Shootin' backwards just for practice
Ryde or Die, nigga, hoppin' in your casket
'Bout to go to Hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin', let 'em know the shells hit you
I tell niggas quick, "Suck dick and get a Glock"
My name ring bells like Sunday at 12 o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six, then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint, say, "Reload me"
I Ruff Ryde and pop a fella for Roc-A-Fella
Screamin', "What the fuck?" spendin' 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 drop, I 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 thangs, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brain in the four-dot-six Range
Shit, mayne, switch lanes every time I hit switch lanes
Niggas slip big 'caine, flow with no cut
You take it in veins to the brain
Motherfuckers is noddin' and throwin' up
You know that, don't wanna owe that man
He'll hit ya, 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-ZPasses
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweats with I.V. on the elastic, biatch
What the fuck?
You heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint!