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[Styles]

It`s sorta like the Holy Trinity...

I`ma say...

I say it`s like three different guns you fuckin faggots

Get shot three different ways

Matter fact, make that six different ways

Gun in each hand bitch

None of y`all betta

[Primo scratch twice-- Jadakiss] - "Aint none of y`all betta"

If it is name it

We`ll squash you, ASAP, feel it



All I know, niggas give me all my dough

Like Boston George comin through with all my blow

Right now I`m tryin to charter a jet

Fuck this hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect

Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans

Come through the block tryin to screw up your plans

Cuz I still rob niggas for coke

Understand I`m the first one they call when they gettin the dope

I`m the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath

I`m the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast

Like Pacino and DeNiro `cept they call me Paniro

Sad Styles still spin that arrow, fuck it

Like the boss of New York, you know how I feel

Kill a motherfucker cuz a corpse don`t talk (no doubt)

Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head

If the bullets had legs have them run in your head, bitch



[Primo scratches:]

[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y`all betta..."

[Sonja Blade] - "what y`all know about..." [Styles

P] - " put in my work..."

[Sheek] - "on the block..."

[Jadakiss] - "aint none if y`all betta..." [Styles

P] - "but you know it`s all real..."

[Tef and Billy Danze] - "Is it real? Yeah son!"

[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y`all betta..." [Sonja Blade]

- "what y`all know about..."

[Styles P] - "put in my work..." [Sheek] - "on

the block..."

[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y`all betta..." [Styles

P] - "bet you know it`s all real..."

[Tef and Billy Danze] - "Is it real? Yeah son!"

[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y`all betta..."



[Sheek]

Let`s get it poppin my nigga

Load the tech up and go shoppin my nigga

and I don`t mean the mall or no Gucci store

You know what the fuck I want, bricks of raw

and I`m too old to make less than a hundred a year

If it means wavin the hammer and leavin you there

If it means grabbin your kids out daycare

Somebody losin a seed, pay or bleed

It`s Sheek Louch, I aint got no heart

I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark

I put 28 holes through the icy car

Fuck around, like the God won`t squeeze

If I don`t see the badge I`m clappin the D`s

LOX motherfucker, the OX motherfucker

The reason why you shouldn`t cop drops motherfucker

Like it`s something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what



[Primo scratches]



[Jadakiss]

Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex

over the stove and I`m bout to hit it with the ice

Runners love to pump the bomb

They know no fair ones, now niggas`ll jump they moms

You god, minus the 12 disciples

I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles

If I don`t like you, I`ma kill you not fight you

I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do

and everybody gon` follow me now

Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown

Faggots want you to kill `em in a hurry

It fucks me up, like they aint got no money to get buried

You could flip, I`ll survive m`kay, motherfucker

In my block still doin twenty-five a day

Know you work out, chest and your back all nice

But the twelve gauge`ll have your six pack on ice, what?



[Primo scratches]

[Styles]

It`s sorta like the Holy Trinity...

I`ma say...

I say it`s like three different guns you fuckin faggots

Get shot three different ways

Matter fact, make that six different ways

Gun in each hand bitch

None of y`all betta

[Primo scratch twice-- Jadakiss] - "Aint none of y`all betta"

If it is name it

We`ll squash you, ASAP, feel it



All I know, niggas give me all my dough

Like Boston George comin through with all my blow

Right now I`m tryin to charter a jet

Fuck this hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect

Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans

Come through the block tryin to screw up your plans

Cuz I still rob niggas for coke

Understand I`m the first one they call when they gettin the dope

I`m the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath

I`m the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast

Like Pacino and DeNiro `cept they call me Paniro

Sad Styles still spin that arrow, fuck it

Like the boss of New York, you know how I feel

Kill a motherfucker cuz a corpse don`t talk (no doubt)

Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head

If the bullets had legs have them run in your head, bitch



[Primo scratches:]

[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y`all betta..."

[Sonja Blade] - "what y`all know about..." [Styles

P] - " put in my work..."

[Sheek] - "on the block..."

[Jadakiss] - "aint none if y`all betta..." [Styles

P] - "but you know it`s all real..."

[Tef and Billy Danze] - "Is it real? Yeah son!"

[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y`all betta..." [Sonja Blade]

- "what y`all know about..."

[Styles P] - "put in my work..." [Sheek] - "on

the block..."

[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y`all betta..." [Styles

P] - "bet you know it`s all real..."

[Tef and Billy Danze] - "Is it real? Yeah son!"

[Jadakiss] - "aint none of y`all betta..."



[Sheek]

Let`s get it poppin my nigga

Load the tech up and go shoppin my nigga

and I don`t mean the mall or no Gucci store

You know what the fuck I want, bricks of raw

and I`m too old to make less than a hundred a year

If it means wavin the hammer and leavin you there

If it means grabbin your kids out daycare

Somebody losin a seed, pay or bleed

It`s Sheek Louch, I aint got no heart

I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark

I put 28 holes through the icy car

Fuck around, like the God won`t squeeze

If I don`t see the badge I`m clappin the D`s

LOX motherfucker, the OX motherfucker

The reason why you shouldn`t cop drops motherfucker

Like it`s something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what



[Primo scratches]



[Jadakiss]

Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex

over the stove and I`m bout to hit it with the ice

Runners love to pump the bomb

They know no fair ones, now niggas`ll jump they moms

You god, minus the 12 disciples

I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles

If I don`t like you, I`ma kill you not fight you

I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do

and everybody gon` follow me now

Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown

Faggots want you to kill `em in a hurry

It fucks me up, like they aint got no money to get buried

You could flip, I`ll survive m`kay, motherfucker

In my block still doin twenty-five a day

Know you work out, chest and your back all nice

But the twelve gauge`ll have your six pack on ice, what?



[Primo scratches]

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