SP Killer
 Yeah yeah yeah, L-O-X, L-O-X motherfucker
 Niggas don't know how we bout to come this time
 No more shiny suits
 None of that shit

 Chorus: x2
 [Sheek Luchion]
 We gonna R.U double F.R.Y.D.E
 [Jadakiss]
 Revolver, semi-automatic and a P.G.
 Hooptie getaway driver Breathe Easy
 [Sheek Luchion]
 Explain thing further
 Murder or get murdered

 Verse 1:
 [Styles Paniro]
 Half of the hustle, half of them killers
 All of them Niggas wanna kill Paniro
 Better send the guerrilla's
 Cause beef is like a brand new car
 You better ride
 Everytime I sleep I die
 Wish I was gone (ya know)
 Felt dumb when I was young
 I used to wish I was on
 I'ma stay blunted and red with one in the head
 Niggas thinkin' they the don
 Till their shit get bombed
 I put 4 in your shootin' arm
 2 in your legs
 Like 10 in your chest
 The last one in your head
 I give you the whole clip,
 like you cheated and stole shit
 Knocked off the pack, flossed and no chips
 You know the business
 Empty rap kill your co-defendant
 Keep it male and catch a body in trial
 If you want a Nigga dead than do it Holiday Styles
 Come with 2 guns up and empty both off the clips
 Kill you whole fuckin' crew and go 'n smoke on the fifth

 Chorus: x2

 Verse 2:
 [Sheek Luchion]
 Yo, yo, yo
 I come to your town on a Peter Pan, no Jack
 One pair of clothes, 2 hoes and buggy with that
 Wanna beef me?, y'all Niggas is borrowin' heat
 Callin' all across town to borrow a full pound
 Meanwhile this Nigga got his guns to your noggin
 While your man with the heat is with some bitch up in the project
 He clappin' at you, you duckin', makin' you dance
 You should have spent it on some guns


 Instead of Iceberg pants
 What, L.O.X. off top, pullin' our triggers
 With our guns on our lap, we ride around like Cali Niggers(WESTSIIIDE)
 Target motherfuckers, cold hearted motherfuckers
 Stead of young dumb your moms, and whoever she got with her
 There's a new-born in the house,
 then I'm killin' the babysitter
 Y'all Niggas all clowns in Sheek eyes
 Your moms would wear glasses,
 with the nose disguise around me
 Talkin greasy
 Y'all like watermelons
 Big but crack easy

 Chorus: x2

 Verse 3:
 [Jadakiss]
 Now if you know Jay,
 I never been a brother to front
 I be in L.A. wearin' any colors I want
 Rock guns like shirts, block under the punk
 And I put somethin' hot, anyone of you chumps
 And I know a few of you wanna get my watch
 But it a be funeral if you get my watch
 It ain't nothing y'all can do to stop the Lox' wealth
 Run up in a gunstore, cop the top shelf
 The Crack-game is dead, all they want is weed now
 Chicks that I went to school with, a seed now
 You know Kiss, stocky bald head, light brown
 Ice down, in my roll look like nighttown
 To all y'all lil' Jada's for the 1000th time
 I recall hittin' your moms or writin' your rhymes
 And just because you might have seen me,
 in and out of your house
 Is no way that she gon have a baby out of her mouth

 Chorus: till end