Yeah
 Uhhh

 [Foxy]
 It's time for everybody
 To get they muthafuckin' minds right
 Cause it's about to go down
 Straight like that
 Oooh
 Uhhh
 Kid Capri
 Ill Na Na
 And the muthafuckin' L O X
 That's right

 Chorus (Styles)

 >From the top of New York  where they be poppin' they corks
 >From the bottom of the slums  where they be poppin' they guns
 Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's
 But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
 The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
 For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
 For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
 Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate

 [Sheek]
 Aye yo, aye yo
 Our shit contagious, so ya'll niggas try to quaratine us
 Ya'll niggas shook up, and all that like Orange Juice is
 My gun American, but my niggas got foreign enemies
 Six cars between us, laced out
 Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes
 We into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the nose
 Is Sheek Lucion, he better ball with a groupie on
 My python, gettin' sex
 In hotels with connect the rooms
 Fill letter walk through on his ex
 Jadakiss and Styles walk a pound up through a storm
 Room service, bring 'em champagne with five matts on
 >From most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it
 Next stop is movies, ya'll check it when Blockbuster get it
 Cheap-skates, sweatin' off pre-release dates
 For Money, Power & Respect, on platnuim out the gates
 >From Rusell Simmons to Puff, Lox and DMX copped it
 Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics
 When we eat fish like whiteies
 And bitches have all nighties
 Suckin' dick, me I'm on some jail shit
 Standing up, jerkin' off, while these hoes see these doubles click

 Chorus (Styles)

 >From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks
 >From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
 Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's
 But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
 The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
 For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
 For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
 Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate

 [Foxy Brown]
 Uhh, uhh
 Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin' them chips
 Throw it up, for my bitches, that be poppin' that Crist'
 Specially to the one's, who be ridin' that dick
 And if the pussy bangin', hope it cop to a stick
 And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these cats
 Out of twon, on a hound for these cats, ehh
 Shit got dick, let 'em ground for these cats
 And the crocodle Prada, satsh the pund for these cats
 Me and my bitches got down for these cats
 Paid our dues, for 62's, taped to the top
 Seen the truth through the lie, but the bullshit is fine
 Like a trooper, I put that one the life that I ride
 Guilty charges, straight copped out the 3-5
 Now fucking my crew, suffer and die
 Maximum 25, baby fuck if I fry
 It's a ditry game, when it come to slingin' them thangs
 Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change
 Shit, i used to trick that from jewels and the rings, huh

 Chorus (Styles)

 >From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks
 >From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
 Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's
 But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
 The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
 For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
 For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
 Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate

 [Styles]
 Fred one, for niggas that be bustin' they gun
 Till the death, what'd you expect for a couple of one's
 Fred two, for niggas that ain't ever had shit
 Messed up, locked down, go on and grab shit
 Fred three, for niggas on lock without a key
 That ain't never comin' home, but you know how it be
 Livin' to die, but niggas ain't willin' to die
 If you bust up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky
 Feelin' the high, nigga is you willin' to lie
 You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie
 I leave a bloody mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck
 Lox brothers, ya'll niggas is cock-suckers
 Yellow belly cowards, I want Money and the Power
 Assassin, you think it's a joke, you'll die laughing
 Hoppin' out the plane, and only bring the captain
 Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin' me
 Dog I'm a whole different pedigree
 Take me to the limit, I'm layin' in the cut
 While you playin' in the scrimage
 Meet you at the final
 Lyrically, I'm spiritually, drunkier then a winow
 Posion, house full of rhyme
 Bring your boys in
 Tell 'em take it easy, have a seat on the couch
 I'm the govenor, ya'll bitch niggas is crowds
 Take orders, we need passports at the border
 Transport the water, sheerest corner
 Fell sick to be hit, but we wasn't the cure
 Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick drop
 Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up
 Nobody gets up

 Muthafuckas
 L-O-X muthafucka
 L-O-X, try this shit

 Chorus (with ad-libs)

 >From the top of New York, where they be poppin' they corks
 >From the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
 Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's
 But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
 The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
 For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
 For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
 Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate