Lyrics:

Yeah

Two guns up motherfucker

Uh huh

Yeah

Niggaz runnin around yappin with dicks in they mouth

My Niggaz

Shit is serious L.O.X.

Couldn't even put three niggaz togehther and come up

With this combination (faggot)

Shit is fo' real

Yo



[Styles]

I pack a 4 5

Puff a blunt and get high

Don't give a fuck if I die cuz my son is alive

I grew up doing dumb shit that made me wise

Could of died ten times

That made me live

Sell my soul

Not for no cars and gold

I been through it cuz my scars is old

Remember the time

I used to puff dimes

And think the law was cold

Back then when my mom played my father's role

Now I'm a man

Runnin with a gun in the vest

It feel good with my son on my chest

I wanna quit

But I'm one of the best

Fuck around I might run to the west

Lay low and get blunted to death

Niggaz is wack

I can't say it plainer than that

Dog you shine in the front but it rain in the back

Fuck the middle

Cuz the middle do alot and a little

Stuck in between but y'all niggaz won't see the riddle

Settle for less

A general but don't meddle my chest

Die for my niggas nevertheless

Can't find a nigga better than this

Kiss and the Louch

Every man ahead of the group

Regretting the coup

Y'all niggas want the red in my boots

Hole in my shirt

Twist a nigga wig and leave me dead in the dirt

I see the rollie not move but the shit still work

Motherfucker that'll make you a jerk

Cocksucker



CHORUS:

Ay yo what y'all gon do now

Y'all fucked up now

Niggas

How deep is your crew now

Y'all fucked up now

Don't make us heat you down (you know what I'm sayin ?diego?)

Y'all fucked up now (This aint no fuckin joke niggas is hungry)

We the nicest niggas around (Fuck is wrong)

Y'all fucked up now (yeah yeah ay yo ay yo ay yo)



[Sheek]

I pay off blue suits thats Sucio

And I put drugs in my girl koochie yo

A bad bitch that kill

So when you put the dogs on her you smell Massengill Summer's Eve

Puttin drugs in coffee hip to the D's

I play smarter

That's why my flights now be charter

Ten seater

What you know about a Porsche at a meter

Next to koochie freak those

Tickets keep those

And you can mail to my postbox down in Melrose

I aint the nigga that you see

Posted on cop walls

I'm that eighteen and up

Mamis on my balls

Y'all can't figure the great one

Sheek be Jason

Not cops

But that legendary nigga my pops

I bust shots like bums at a bar but far

<>From a lush

Everything about this cat be plush

And I'm quick to do dirt since I'm through your shirt

Like nothing

Lift a arm I hit those under your wing

Yo why you following this cat

Hey he about to get pushed back

You could poke your chest out in the street

That's cool

But in a bing this fool

Was like Louis Rich meat

We don't run from y'all

We scatter for guns on y'all

What you know about two 380's inside a basketball

And when it's beef

Store on his side with burners on Coronas

We the best that ever did it

If you need us telephone us

What the fuck nigga



CHORUS



[Jadakiss]

Yo

A nigga wanna go to war with Kiss

Find him a ditch

Old school niggas tell me I remind of rich

Cuz I take the kids shopping and send em on bus trips

Hoppin out a rough six

With sweats and scuffed kicks

I supply all the dealers and tell em to stuff nix

I done signed every autograph and took every flick

I'm quite sure that I coulda hit

Every chick

But I didn't ones that I did gave em heavy dick

All day

The LOX flow hotter than broadway

Election time tryin na cop blow in the hallway

And their aint enough plates for y'all to eat with me

Stingy nigga but I share my slugs equally

I put half where your waist at

And half where your face at

Yo we in from a new spot let somebody taste that

From your street rappin's only one of my plans

I got dirty south niggas payin a hundred a gram

And I could care less how much you shift the scan

However you get it you supposed to hit your man

But we don't hold the grudges

We control the budgets

And do whatever the fuck we wanna do nigga fuck it



CHORUS