Lot of cats still tryin' to study my last bounce
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
And walk the streets up in the wild like I don't fuckin' care
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
Picture me fallin' off, I'm camera shy
As I get roasted lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
You feelin' the Lox, nigga why you grillin' the Lox
I'm half past 7, bust 6 then 11
Ain't nuttin' for me to bust a trey off
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin' for a deal
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped Big Caine
Shit is deep now dog, but it gets deeper
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin'
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
You wouldn't listen
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin'
Jet-skiin', while you keep warm at corner stores
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
Tell the whole world I'm spittin', let em know the shells hit you
Hit you up in your apartment buildin' vestibule
Six months in the county or fed time
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses?
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin' 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered
Shit, bitch! What the fuck, ya heard me?
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it
Takin' shots of Louie 'til I fall
Heat from the noggin', keep on sparkin'
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that bull
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Nuttin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L O X
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
Now take these bullets with you to Hell
My name ring bells like Sunday at 12 o'clock
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-ray
Come down on appeal then I'm killin' your pops
You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna
I make it hot, floodin' your block, the best way
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot
Jay, what the fuck, spendin' Mozzarella
Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin'
Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
You tried to play me like a joke?
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Shootin' backwards, just for practice
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin' your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin' to lose
Don't matter if I'm openin' up, or headline
Shit main, switch lanes
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
I'm a be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews
Motherfuckers is noddin' and throwin' up, you know that
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Get brained in the four dot six range
You motherfuckers is sick, don't think sauce the shit
I know pop you can't stand us 'cause you cock them hammers
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few jeeps
I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
I'm a meal stackin' nigga who pull quick, still packin'
Somethin' to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain to the brain
We don't stop at the tolls we got E Z passes, nigga
When I ride mine like bitches when I walk up in the building
'Bout to go to Hell with you, blow the L with you
I just sit on my money 'til I'm above the law
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Beanie Mac I supply it now
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga
And kick rhymes to the poster, 'til I swear big move
He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
I ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Y'all niggaz nuts, like testricles
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
You don't wanna owe that man
Ride or die nigga, hoppin' in your casket
Now who got the last laugh?
Don't get it twisted
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and banned from T.V. your ass
Until you have me, test my aim?
Iceberg sweat with I B on the elastic
Doin' the speed limit or pushin' red lines
Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children
Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
I told you the pain was comin'
Ever had beef with, son is a bastard
I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off
They got me where I can't be without my large gat
