[The Lox] 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

What up Looch (What up, what up D-Block) 

We did it again shocks, no doubt 

Yeah (It's The Lox!) Still, ain't nothin' changed (Still a ghost) 

It's still a ghost baby (Come on, what's up, yeah, yeah, yeah) 

You see me don't say shit nigga (Grab ya burner and bust off) 

What (Uh huh, uh huh) yo, hey yo... 



[Sheek] 

You know that motherfucker Sheek Looch is a gladiator 

Like Russell Crowe, with my heat in a rad-iator 

I come through slow you out there I'm lettin' it go 

I got fire for ya ducks you want lissome dro 

That's why I ain't got mercy for pigs 

Off the roof, I let shit parachute to their wigs and their kids 

I treat their face like I'm goin' to my safe 

Ten to the left, six to the right (Ha ha) 

240 pounds and I ain't tryin' to fight 

And they don't make cuffs strong enough to lock me in 

And your vest ain't thick enough to stop all ten 

The sergeant be callin' up ya next-of-kin 

But FUCK THAT my guns gotta speech problem 

They stutter when they spit 

Go through you when they hit 

My shit ain't got no manners 

Chromed out sniper rifle with the tank bananas, uh uh 



[Hook: Jadakiss] 

Training day, you could hear the sirens 

All the cops crooked like who you people jivin' 

Head shots, shoot between the eyes 

And bullets in the dome like all you cowards dyin' 

Knife work, stab you in the heart and the throat 

And we don't leave till you gargle or choke 

And we Black Mob, L-O-X guerilla niggas 

Show you how to kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga 



[Styles] 

I love my niggas, why wouldn't I 

Die for my motherfuckers, how couldn't I 

Want a lot of things but it just ain't affordable 

Only thing that count when you die is what they thought of you 

Kid comin' through with a clip full of cop killers 

Booted out something decent 

Up to light a blunt, wild out, and shoot it out with the precinct 

Cops stay crooked, my niggas ain't nice see 

Cause the block stay cookin' I'm coolin' it off 

When the pigs come through they medullas is off 

Where I'm from dog you rude or you soft 

If you say you a killer niggas'll ask you who did you off 

So P keep this hustlin' up 

When it comes to these guns or these knives nigga I'm fuckin' you up 

And baby we can knuckle it up 

I'm always up for a brawl 

S-P and I done been through it all 



[Hook] 



[Sheek] 

Hey yo, now I know you seen niggas with half a bodies 

On top of skateboards, the work of shotties 

Shit bags and all that, back to potties 

I ain't a playa but my nine keeps em' hotties 

And we don't run when we hear [* Police Sirens *] 

I just hit em' off with cake so they give us a break 

And let us know who rattin' 

I leave their bodies in the middle of Manhattan 

Where Wall Street at, come on 



[Styles] 

I said all the cops hate us and they got a good reason to 

Forty bricks a month, no account unbelievable 

Homicide here and there, bitches in pajamas 

Holdin' llamas in they dairy-air, playin the fun 

We the 3-5-4 boys, play if you one 

All they do is call the cop on us 

See us in the hood they know we got the glocks on us 

Poppin' em' off 

Niggas call me the cab driver now I'm droppin em' off 



[Hook x2]