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[Featuring The Lox Mase]

(verse 1 Sheek)

A yo let`s get papers

And pop Mo` wit` hos

Up in skyscrapers and condominiums

Overlooking our drug capers

New York City

The only way to play is gritty

I want cheddar so we could front

Up in a 850

My whole committee like to puff Ls

And look jiggy

Who wan` test this?

My semi leave you chestless

And aint shit that you can say to me

When you be breathless

Young but I done did

Shit that you won`t do

So go `head wit` that bullshit

You blabber `bout goin` through

I got niggaz who pump

On yo` block and in yo` spot

Who`ll sit next to you

Protectin` you, but they`ll murder you player

Don status, nigga we gettin` chipsusses

And bad bitchesses

Frontin` in eclipsesses

(verse 2--Ma$e)

Yo, Ma$e and The Lox

Be takin` knots

>From the out o` state spots

Any nigga make it hot

Get found in a vacant lot

You don`t really wanna come try

The one guy, who stay dumb high

>From blunt la

Practicing seeing alumni

Who got more beef than a Islamic farm

So I pack enough sonic arms

To neutralize atomic bombs

It`s not a nigga in ya gang want it

My A-K slay gays, spray strays

Wit` niggaz names on it

Often I bug then bust off on a thug

Have a chump coughin` blood

Fill his coffin wit` slugs

Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation

Any nigga wave a tek at Mason

Have a explanation

You bring it through and I`m undoin` `em

Then I`m beatin` `em down wit` aluminium

Then I`m putin` 2 in `em

You can`t touch me I been devil sent

Wanted for embezelment

A lot of other things

But that`s irrelevant

Chorus:

If you love the money

Then prepare to die for it

Niggaz done started somethin`

You can lay in the flames

Or hug the sky for it

Niggaz done started somethin`

(verse 3--Jay)

Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa

Never turned down chocha

Be in the Costa Rica

Sippin` margaritas wit` a mommy

Cleanin` my Tommy

Showin` love to my army

Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks we kill `em

Yeah I hear niggaz but I still don`t feel `em

And this is for the listeners and prisoners

And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin` us

My 16s be so real you can feel `em in yo` vein

Like Remelos Pops from Sugar Hill

Jay be the cause for the kiss at yo` wake

Cartel lips spittin` clips at yo` face

We started from the bottom

You`ll see fed niggaz pardon

Whatever, we can do it at The Garden

Word life, this shit is real B

I`m makin` niggaz blow proud

Even if they not guilty

(verse 4--Styles)

I want a palace for my thugs

Wit` oriental rugs

Green backs and drugs

Get whacked for the love

20 niggaz batter me

Still couldn`t shatter me

I`m only gettin` up

Splittin` up yo` anatomy

Official Lok family

Grants niggaz handin` me

I want the finer things

And I hope you understandin` me

Sitin` at the table planin`

Plug the fan in

Let the sweat dry off

And then grab the cannon

Think the smartest

And retaliate the hardest, regardless

If you a thug or a rap artist

Respect me like Pesci

And if rap was hockey I`d be Gretsky

Puffin` nestle

And yall niggaz done started somethin`

Actin` invincible like you God or somethin`

If you God

Then I`ma makes a lot `til you rot

And if you a playa

Then play for everything you got

And if you a thug

Then start bustin` off shots

And if you a dog

You better bite befor you bark

Chorus

(verse 5--DMX)

Don`t come at me wit` no bullshit

Use caution

`Cuz when I wet shit I deck shit

Like abortions

For bigger portions

Of extortion and raketeering

Got niggaz fearin`

Fuck what you heard

It`s what you hearin`

How much darker must it get?

How much harder must it hit?

See if yo` hardest niggaz flip

When I start a bunch o` shit

I like pussy, but not up in my face

So give me 3 feet

`Cuz when we creep no more than 3 deep

Niggaz see sheep

Bloodhounds found yo` shit

Buried in the mud

Follow wit` traces of gunpowder residue

And blood

A positive I.D. is impossible

So you know John Doe

Is what they gon` be puttin`

On that tag on yo` toe

Now who gon` tell yo` mother?

Her baby`s under a cover in the morgue

Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs

And I`m a hard-headed nigga that wouldn`t listen

So you got what you came for (what`s that?)

Surgery, wit` the chainsaw

I hit the fuckin` streets `cuz like I said before

Aint nothin` goin` down until I eat

Muh fuckas think it`s all about impressin` bitches

And stressin` bitches

While I`m testin` bitches game

Undressin` bitches and caressin` bitches

And dealin` wit` muh fuckas on all levels

What I`m dealin` wit` is all devils

Fuckin` wit` snakes

Runnin` wit` niggaz you call rebels

I got a army o` 7:30 niggas, dirty niggaz

They come through and worry niggaz

30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz

And scary niggaz get it all the time

`Cuz what they got is all o` mine

`Yo` man was talkin` shit until I pulled the 9`

And if I don`t know you I don`t fuck wit` you

And if you wit` my man then he gettin` stuck wit` you

And gave it to Money

`Cuz I just lost my mind when he crossed the line

Sent his back through his chest then I tossed the 9

Boss o` crime, black Gotti

I stack bodies with the black shottie

Bitch ass niggaz that act snotty

Get it

(These niggaz is for real)

(These niggaz aint playin`)

This aint no fuckin` game

You think we playin`

Ruff Ryders

Grrrrrrrrrrrr

[Featuring The Lox Mase]

(verse 1 Sheek)

A yo let`s get papers

And pop Mo` wit` hos

Up in skyscrapers and condominiums

Overlooking our drug capers

New York City

The only way to play is gritty

I want cheddar so we could front

Up in a 850

My whole committee like to puff Ls

And look jiggy

Who wan` test this?

My semi leave you chestless

And aint shit that you can say to me

When you be breathless

Young but I done did

Shit that you won`t do

So go `head wit` that bullshit

You blabber `bout goin` through

I got niggaz who pump

On yo` block and in yo` spot

Who`ll sit next to you

Protectin` you, but they`ll murder you player

Don status, nigga we gettin` chipsusses

And bad bitchesses

Frontin` in eclipsesses

(verse 2--Ma$e)

Yo, Ma$e and The Lox

Be takin` knots

>From the out o` state spots

Any nigga make it hot

Get found in a vacant lot

You don`t really wanna come try

The one guy, who stay dumb high

>From blunt la

Practicing seeing alumni

Who got more beef than a Islamic farm

So I pack enough sonic arms

To neutralize atomic bombs

It`s not a nigga in ya gang want it

My A-K slay gays, spray strays

Wit` niggaz names on it

Often I bug then bust off on a thug

Have a chump coughin` blood

Fill his coffin wit` slugs

Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation

Any nigga wave a tek at Mason

Have a explanation

You bring it through and I`m undoin` `em

Then I`m beatin` `em down wit` aluminium

Then I`m putin` 2 in `em

You can`t touch me I been devil sent

Wanted for embezelment

A lot of other things

But that`s irrelevant

Chorus:

If you love the money

Then prepare to die for it

Niggaz done started somethin`

You can lay in the flames

Or hug the sky for it

Niggaz done started somethin`

(verse 3--Jay)

Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa

Never turned down chocha

Be in the Costa Rica

Sippin` margaritas wit` a mommy

Cleanin` my Tommy

Showin` love to my army

Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks we kill `em

Yeah I hear niggaz but I still don`t feel `em

And this is for the listeners and prisoners

And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin` us

My 16s be so real you can feel `em in yo` vein

Like Remelos Pops from Sugar Hill

Jay be the cause for the kiss at yo` wake

Cartel lips spittin` clips at yo` face

We started from the bottom

You`ll see fed niggaz pardon

Whatever, we can do it at The Garden

Word life, this shit is real B

I`m makin` niggaz blow proud

Even if they not guilty

(verse 4--Styles)

I want a palace for my thugs

Wit` oriental rugs

Green backs and drugs

Get whacked for the love

20 niggaz batter me

Still couldn`t shatter me

I`m only gettin` up

Splittin` up yo` anatomy

Official Lok family

Grants niggaz handin` me

I want the finer things

And I hope you understandin` me

Sitin` at the table planin`

Plug the fan in

Let the sweat dry off

And then grab the cannon

Think the smartest

And retaliate the hardest, regardless

If you a thug or a rap artist

Respect me like Pesci

And if rap was hockey I`d be Gretsky

Puffin` nestle

And yall niggaz done started somethin`

Actin` invincible like you God or somethin`

If you God

Then I`ma makes a lot `til you rot

And if you a playa

Then play for everything you got

And if you a thug

Then start bustin` off shots

And if you a dog

You better bite befor you bark

Chorus

(verse 5--DMX)

Don`t come at me wit` no bullshit

Use caution

`Cuz when I wet shit I deck shit

Like abortions

For bigger portions

Of extortion and raketeering

Got niggaz fearin`

Fuck what you heard

It`s what you hearin`

How much darker must it get?

How much harder must it hit?

See if yo` hardest niggaz flip

When I start a bunch o` shit

I like pussy, but not up in my face

So give me 3 feet

`Cuz when we creep no more than 3 deep

Niggaz see sheep

Bloodhounds found yo` shit

Buried in the mud

Follow wit` traces of gunpowder residue

And blood

A positive I.D. is impossible

So you know John Doe

Is what they gon` be puttin`

On that tag on yo` toe

Now who gon` tell yo` mother?

Her baby`s under a cover in the morgue

Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs

And I`m a hard-headed nigga that wouldn`t listen

So you got what you came for (what`s that?)

Surgery, wit` the chainsaw

I hit the fuckin` streets `cuz like I said before

Aint nothin` goin` down until I eat

Muh fuckas think it`s all about impressin` bitches

And stressin` bitches

While I`m testin` bitches game

Undressin` bitches and caressin` bitches

And dealin` wit` muh fuckas on all levels

What I`m dealin` wit` is all devils

Fuckin` wit` snakes

Runnin` wit` niggaz you call rebels

I got a army o` 7:30 niggas, dirty niggaz

They come through and worry niggaz

30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz

And scary niggaz get it all the time

`Cuz what they got is all o` mine

`Yo` man was talkin` shit until I pulled the 9`

And if I don`t know you I don`t fuck wit` you

And if you wit` my man then he gettin` stuck wit` you

And gave it to Money

`Cuz I just lost my mind when he crossed the line

Sent his back through his chest then I tossed the 9

Boss o` crime, black Gotti

I stack bodies with the black shottie

Bitch ass niggaz that act snotty

Get it

(These niggaz is for real)

(These niggaz aint playin`)

This aint no fuckin` game

You think we playin`

Ruff Ryders

Grrrrrrrrrrrr

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