(feat. Foxy Brown, The Lox)



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