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Reservoir Dogs - Jay-Z, The LOX, 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 fo' 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 I walk the streets of N.Y. like I don't fuckin' care If I ain't strapped, that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs 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, floodin' yo' block, the best way Profesh-lay, no foul poison in yo' X-Ray As I get roasted, lookin at Biggie posted On my wall, takin shots of Louis 'til I fall Nuttin' 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 costin', 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 Mac, I supply it now My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats Couple of fives, a six, 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 had me, test my aim? Y'all niggas nuts, like testicles Hit you up in your apartment building vestibule Perhaps it's best for you to keep on walkin' Heat from the Larkin, keep on sparkin' Platinum prezzie, bezzie, stay sparklin' Cop off the lot, never see me at the auction Pint of Bacardi Dark 'n', when it's hawkin' 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 Ricans 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, 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 the bag, you gon' try it, y'all niggas can't deny it Lot of cats still tryin' 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 Don't matter if I'm openin' up, or headlinin' Doin' the speed limit, or pushin' red lines Six months in the county or fed time I'mma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime Anything I'm on is a classic Any nigga ever had beef with, son is a bastard Anytime I spit, spit acid L-O-X, Ruff Rydin, ya 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! Uh, y'all motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit So many niggas on my nuts I 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 sonning y'all crews I fuck to win, y'all niggas comin' 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 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 Jews Flow hot like a heat wave 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 bitch, watch or car 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 Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggas Shootin' backwards, just for practice Ryde or Die nigga, hoppin' in yo' casket 'Bout to go to hell wit'chu, blow the L wit'chu 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 twelve o'clock I'm half-past seven, bust six then eleven You know me, slide my man my joint, say reload me A Ruff Rydin' Poppafella for Roc-A-Fella What the fuck? 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 a drop or 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 Bitch flip big 'caine, flow with no cut You take it in veins to the brain Motherfuckers is noddin' and throwin' up You know that, you 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 Nigga, multiple cars and divas with D-classes Iceberg sweater with I.B. on the elastic Shit, beotch! What the fuck? You heard me? Put some more beat on that joint!