Intro: Sheek Luchion
 Yeah  what the deal. This is what y'all niggaz been waiting for?
 This is what been waiting for huh? That Kasino shit. L.O.X. shit.
 Oh my God. Flex gonna pump this. Clue gonna pump this.
 Angie Martinez gonna pump this. Ahhh  oh.

 Verse One: Sheek Luchion

 Yo I don't toss it when I pop  I just run up in the spot
 Pour acid on my glock and start burying the pot
 In the back yard, used to have the dead dog I stuffed with G's
 Tell the cops that he died from fleas
 That shit was well planned, but I know when it happens
 When the shit hits the fan, and that nigga be your man
 And get caught red hand with a half a pelican
 What do you do? Don't stall
 Spring him and buy more
 It's the code of the streets
 If your belly ain't the beast
 And you ain't hungry for this cake
 How much you expect to make?
 When I was young I threw parties and had food fights at school
 Whoever came and made it there fresh was cool
 So that taught me
 I started stealing dean's walkie-talkies
 Five cent a chip
 The next month, bought a whip
 Something like, Lucy or Rex, next thing you know
 I'm getting sex from 9th and up, that's living it up
 Not Donald Trump but what, buying pies for the class
 Fifteen buying Hydro in glass
 Way back when
 Only drinking Gin
 Now I'm a Hennessey man, I dealt with many hoes
 Used to pump my fist with Arsenio
 Player hating niggaz that used to rap in all the videos
 That needed to be me
 My click needed to be G
 All up in the game, with bitches riding our train
 And I'm pretty sure my nigga Kasino feeling the same

 Verse Two: Kasino

 Ayo you can't tell me nothing about doing dirt
 Sitting up, six months in the spot, on the block, losing work
 I been there, any part of the game you name
 I done did it, even after Sledge runs in it
 I done copped out, blew trial, done my whole sentence
 Went from no dough, 'til the point when the dough don't grow
 Got too big for them little whips, the door won't close
 Got the big truck, bent up, all over the road
 Remember little Keith, from P.S. 93 with his brothers clothes
 Went from hand me downs, but y'all hear me now
 Don't forget that I'm sober when y'all staring me down
 Got a team of hungry niggaz, that's my family now
 And they get down, there's no lace wearing their browns
 Went from spitting hot lyrics, to spitting a round
 And yo I promise not to act funny
 Loyalty to all them niggaz who react for me
 Handle my gats funny, but for this rap money
 I was three cars deep, and this my pack money
 Eating and learning to act hungry
 >From South Cat country, hustling cane
 I'm like Denzel with a Benzel, he got game

 Verse Three: Styles Paniro

 I swear if I die, don't you dare send me flowers
 If you ain't a friend of ours
 Sucker, they call me S. P. I don't blend with cowards
 I spit Heroin, make y'all niggaz pure dope heads
 Like Tony when he went to kill Frank Lopez
 Top of the world
 Gun cocked, cocking' your girl
 Blowing the steam
 Feels good fulfilling your dream
 Using your head, while y'all niggaz losing your bread
 Watching the snakes in the garden and I'll watch y'all dead
 Whether I'm living or dying, got 'em rough riding
 Leave with two bitches 100 G's plus iron
 Styles spits the shit that'll have niggaz crying
 Telling your man what I said, fucking with Dreads
 In the 500 I'm blunted, most wanted by Feds
 Lock me up, your little ass copied up
 Had the whole East Side looking poppied up
 Hop in the Porsche
 Cranberry frosty sauce
 Deep dish 18's
 Out of state play things
 Ten niggaz behind me, we all racing
 Eleven left hands with them platinum face things
 Busting a left, about the get the truck with the checks
 Sending you death for fucking with the Men of Respect

 Verse Four: Jadakiss

 Y'all think y'all getting a dime of this rap money, you crazy
 I'm hungry and I can't pump no more, I'm lazy
 I never did like you, I really don't know you
 And just because I give you a dap, I'll still blow you
 Listen here, we just gonna make one thing clear
 You gonna lose two of your mans a month, for a year
 Yeah I seen ill niggaz slide off broke
 That's why I got incorporated, now I write off coke
 Burning the hash, keep money, learning the stash
 My credit is great, but I buy burners with cash
 I'm the nigga that'll come through and light up an ounce
 Y'all the faggots that'll talk about me as soon as I bounce
 All your men are hating me, four door Inf. off white
 With the nickels, the chip, and the clear lights
 I bear right, bust a U, then hop out with the pump
 And make all them niggaz empty all their shit in the trunk
 Jadakiss in the top 5, dead or alive
 Spit bees at a nigga, that'll give him the hives
 Whenever you hear me, it'll be the flow of the night
 Just gimme a light, and lower the Mic
 I swear to God, have everybody saying I'm the MC of their choice
 Then they'll remember it was me, raspy voice
 Got Clive D, Lyor and Tommy
 Trying to buy me
 I don't wanna talk, all y'all do is send me a check
 L.O.X. and Kasino be the Men of Respect

 Chorus: all

 Men of Respect, steal the work, kill the connect
 You look dry so we leaving you wet
 I don't care if I'm sentenced to death
 I'ma still get dough 'til my very last breath