Intro/Chorus: The Lox
 Can I live til my last day
 Hittin honies that be na sty
 Gettin money in the fast way
 And I only care halfway
 But I still can't let you pass me
 [The Lox]
 Yo what's beef to you  three niggaz with hoodies and bats
 That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
 When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
 Breathin  eatin  the whole situation
 When we do our shit we do our shit for real
 While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats
 Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill
 I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
 Rock top shit you know how The Lox get
 Then you can see me flyin in the Bentley cockpit
 Life's a B-I, hold I cliqua down for years
 Gang not, but we been had our black tears
 Niggaz under the stairs only understand what we got
 Underground, all above must get shot
 You couldn't book me Dano, see Luciano put the burners
 to all y'all, what nigga bring it I'm callin y'all
 You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
 Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
 Hearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
 I give this faggot a french kiss
 Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
 Word on the street they ain't heard from him since
 You know about life after kicked the kid in
 Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
 Scri-dam the flow is forbidd-en
 Either you ridin or you dyin cause we swingin iron
 Lox and Poppa, turning niggaz into Jim Hoffa
 Who gon stop us, it's your last joint double copper
 You gettin money or your runnin from the Feds
 Ain't nothin over here but sixteen and one in the head
 And I solemnly swear
 That all y'all niggaz out there got a problem this year
 Chorus: repeat 2X
 [The Lox]
 Before you think of keepin me down, heatin me down
 The flow like water get deepe and you drown
 with no soul, many niggaz roll with no dough
 Even the small Dunn got a little black hole
 Your destiny is somethin you can never figure out
 Niggaz is never happy til there's blood up in your mouth
 There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this?
 A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain?
 Live with it got money you better get with it
 My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
 Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
 Advice from the wise, slice the pies
 Too many schemes divides, when dreams collide
 Teams provide, war for the street to absorb
 Stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor
 Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore
 [Notorious B.I.G.]
 Uhh, uhh, uhh
 Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
 My Desert Ease make MC's freeze
 You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams
 You still apoligizin, analyzin, my size and your size and
 realizin, a fist fight would be asinine
 You just pop wines I must pop nines
 Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
 You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up
 We can hook up, all I see is the future
 Disrespect, I shoot ya
 By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
 Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
 Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
 Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
 I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
 Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
 Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
 Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
 my first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
 Fuck around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
 collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
 For them homos, still doin promos
 Break both your legs you're movin slow-mo, got shined to glow mo'
 Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo'
 Chorus: repeat til fade