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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]
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